Ally MuddyOrbs

Ally | 30s (minors dni) | Writer & Voice Actor, fangirl | straight from the tortured poets department "what if…" asks are open FOREVER ✌️ I don't tolerate Zawe hate so play nice or don't play at all Buy me a coffee

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masterlist

AO3 Library here

Collections/Celebrations

500 follower celebration 1000 follower celebration Song-inspired Stories Drabbles Masterlist

Tales Reimagined

Events

14 Days of Valentines 2023 [Community Project] Kinktober 2023

Series

a heart like yours – Loki x Reader (eventually) // Steve x Reader (briefly)

On a mission to Sorsogon, Philippines to apprehend a healer performing extreme acts of vigilante justice, you get compromised with a curse placed on your heart. Now the team must break the curse or risk losing you forever.

relinquish the crown – dark!Loki x Reader

Loki surrenders his claim to the throne on one condition: He be betrothed to you, as was once tradition in your family’s ancestry. You…are Thor’s daughter.

secret notes – Loki x Reader

You’re an Avenger leading a secret life as a faceless content creator, singing covers on YouTube, choosing songs that you specifically dedicate to Loki. It’s the best way you can get your feelings out without risking getting hurt. So what happens when you start going viral and suddenly your teammates are so keen to find out who “The Lonely Avenger” on YouTube really is?

man of the month – Loki x Reader

The Avengers are making a calendar for charity and you're the designated photographer. Will you be able to keep your thoughts and hands to yourself around the guys as they make their attraction to you known? Will they?

rules of conduct – Loki x Reader

SHIELD has decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if Loki were more acclimated to the ways of Midgard/Earth since he has been residing there for the last few years to make amends for his attack on New York. Stark decided to draw names out of a hat to see who would be stuck with the task. Your name was drawn.

let me hear you – Loki x Reader

A curse has been placed on the entire world wherein the only ones that can speak your name are those that love you completely. And if they break your trust, your name gets wiped from their memory completely.

back to you – Loki x Reader

Years after a mission incident that left Loki missing in action, your team receives a distress signal coming from a high-rise in the outskirts of London, England. Answering the signal leads you to a complete stranger with an eerily familiar face.

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

talking in your sleep – Loki x Reader part 2

Loki returns from a recon mission to discover you hadn't slept since he left. Four days ago. based on the prompt "i haven't slept for four days"

sworn fealty – King!Loki x Asgardian Soldier!Reader

You're the soldier designated to tell King Loki that Lady Sif and the Warriors Three have left for Midgard to bring Thor home.

the right partner – Loki x Reader part 1 part 2

You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…

onyx – Loki x Reader part 1 part 2

You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

the brink of eternity – Loki x Reader part 1 part 2 part 3

You arrive in New Asgard to its citizens rebuilding from the wreckage brought on by the god butcher's attack

team loki – Loki x Reader part 1 part 2

Thor poses a question that puts you in an uncomfortable situation, and causing you to give him a desperate and thinly-veiled half truth

Oneshots

what's today again? – Loki x Reader

Thor tries to wake you up to keep you from getting fired, but you refuse to believe that it's not Saturday, so he calls his brother for help.

revisiting Stuttgart – Loki x Reader

You presented Loki with an idea to go around places where he had less than favorable memories and you two can make new, better ones together. You start with Stuttgart, Germany. part of the Invade Me Chronicles

heaven sent – Loki x Reader

The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold.

little darling – Loki x Reader

You find out that Loki made a joke about you being helpless without him because of your height, and you attempt to exact your revenge

men like you – Loki x Reader

prequel to 'revisiting Stuttgart'. You were tasked to perform crowd control in Stuttgart, Germany, disguising yourself as a gala attendee. This is how you and Loki met.

mission first, right? – Loki x Reader

You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman.

lavender haze – Loki x Reader

When a video of you and Loki goes viral, the world weighs in on your relationship. One comment in particular grates at Loki because it came from your mother.

excuses & opportunities – Loki x Reader

Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

observing. learning. fantasizing. – Virgin!Loki x Reader

Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

all wrapped up – Loki x Reader

You unwittingly gave Loki advice on how to seduce you. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

all i could give you – Loki x Reader

It seems that the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least.

what makes a princess – Loki x Reader

Morgan asks a question about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets

timeless – TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader

While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

slipping between future and past – Timeslipping TVA!Loki x Reader

You give your friend a few pointers on what to know about Yule, and come across a familiar looking stranger in your bookstore.

a helping hand – Crime Lord!Loki x Reader (friendship/platonic)

When Loki enters the office and sees you visibly shaken with your eyes swollen, he takes it upon himself to find out what's wrong and how he could help

gestures & rain checks – Loki x Reader

It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

curiosities – Loki x Reader

Loki's interrogation tactics left you curious about his powers, and he's more than happy to give you a little demonstration while you worked on your reports.

bad feeling – Loki x Reader

Loki's entrance into the Avengers Compound depends on your approval

mercy upon ourselves – God of Stories/Time Loki x Reader; Will Ransome x Reader (kinda)

Your multiversal duty of punishing perpetrators of infidelity in their afterlife takes an interesting turn when you see that the betrayed party is one of your variants | loose 'sequel' to 'all will be alright in time'

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

a startling realization – Oakley x Reader part 1 part 2

Oakley returns to campus after a trip with his mates and steadily comes to realize he's developed feelings for you

Oneshots

just another memory – Oakley x Reader

It's a few weeks before graduation and your best friend, Oakley, has some questions about what will happen afterward.

Collections

the 'one look and they'll know' collection – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

The stories that follow the couple of 'one look and they'll know', before and after that fateful day on set that kickstarted their relationship; includes the Soccer Aid Hiddles collection

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

feels like mine – Tom Hiddleston x Reader part 1 part 2 part 3

You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams

Oneshots

don't make the sounds – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

During a press junket interview, Tom uses one of the questions addressed to him to his advantage and distracts you from your peculiar mood.

Oneshots

you deserve better – James Conrad x Monarch Scientist!Reader

When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Oneshots

the reckless path foretold – fanon!Will Ransome x Reader

You begin an orderless departure from Aldwinter, ready to accept a bleak fate told to you by a fortune teller in your youth, when Will Ransome follows you home, scrambling to give you a reason to stay.

the evangeline chronicles

A "limited mini-series" chronicling the life of hacker & mercenary Evangeline, my original character that's already made her first appearance/s in one of my stories.

Non-Writing Stuff

the SAS vernacular – a visual dictionary of all things SAS

the horny bitches initiative – master post of all the horny bitches cuts

monthly wrap-ups – master post of all my monthly wrap ups

story recs navigation post

photo gallery directory – where we can find all the high def mango peach pics

thots & theories – i'm not always whoring out, sometimes there are other thoughts in this thotty lil brain of mine

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Harlefleur (A Dark! Henry V x Reader Oneshot)

Summary: When the English king Henry stands to take over the city of Harfleur, he says he and his army will pass peacefully...if you, the Governor's daughter, spend the night with him.

Word Count: 2784

Warnings: Dub-con and P in V Smut. I write this not because I think this would be okay in real life, but I write this because this is ultimately an erotic fantasy that I frankly think is hot and worth sharing with all of y'all. So read with discretion.

Smut begins at "You let go, already trying to catch your breath" and ends at "I’m going to talk to your father." Yeah, I know it's at the very end. Sorry, not sorry, the smut is crucial to this fic.

A/N: Hello! It's been a minute, but I had this idea forever! Ever since teh infamous Harlefleur scene from Henry V. I hope y'all like it!

Taglist: @elegantcheesecakecrown @cakesandtom @kikster606

@absolutely-samshin-innit @elegantcheesecakecrown @thedistractedagglomeration @muddyorbsblr @five-miles-over

The king of England arrived at the gates, and no one knew what to do. 

How slow they came, their horses at a mere trot. Their white flags with red crosses waving in the wind. Everyone crowded before them. One officer dragged forward your father, the Governor, and forced him to kneel. 

You stood nearby, your mother hugging her arms around you, to shield you, protect you. You could hear the faint, worried murmurs of the crowd all about you. Wondering what would happen. You heard the king of England was making a conquest of France, but how distant it all seemed until he was here. 

You looked up at the king in front and center on his white horse. You had never looked at a king before.

You could not deny he was a handsome man. Young, but not boyish. Virile. He was tall and lean, with auburn-blonde curls and a short, cropped beard. High cheekbones. The most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. And bedecked in his armor, one would think him a knight from a story. Except for the crown.

“Do you understand what happens when an army goes through and sacks a city, governor? What will happen if you do not let us through?” He asked. 

There was silence from your father.

The king then spoke, his voice rising.

“Houses will be destroyed, lives will be taken. We will pull your old men by their beards. Your daughters will shriek when they are handed to soldiers. Hungry for their viriginities. Your infants we will set on spikes as their mothers scream. That is what will happen.”

You heard sounds of worry and shock from the crowd. Mothers looked down at their children. 

The king looked over. He noticed you. You felt your eyes on him. Growing warm in your face, you lowered your eyes in timidness. Not daring to glare at a king. 

 It felt like one was at the edge of a cliff and dreading the gust of wind that would fall. One word from the king would release chaos and horrors of all unspeakable kinds. Upon your family. And you. 

“But…all this we will avoid, on two conditions…” the king announced. His voice softened.

“Two?” asked your father.

“One, that you let us pass….” began the king.

“And the second?” asked your father. 

The king’s eyes fell on you again. 

“Who is this woman?” he asked.

“My daughter.”

The king paused a moment before he spoke. 

“You offer your daughter to me for the night.”

You felt your heart race. Your stomach began churning. Already, you were trembling all over your limbs. No, you thought, no, no, no, no…

Your mother pulled you in tighter.

“She will not be yours!” she blurted.

The king silenced her with a look.

“You will let us pass. And your daughter will be in my bed. Or I will set my soldiers upon the town,” repeated the king. 

But…what choice did you have? If you refused, if your father refused…then how many more women would be raped? How many lives lost or ruined?

“My…my daughter’s honor…” muttered your father, still on his knees.

“Will be compensated, with a wealthy dowry,” assured the king. He nodded at one officer beside him, who pulled out a bag of coins.

“She is not a whore! My daughter is worth more than any of your gold can buy!” your father spat back.

Pulling out of your mother's arms, heart racing, you stepped forward. You walked over and kneeled next to your father.

“Mon pere…let it happen,” you whispered. 

Father looked at you, his jaw dropped.

“Tell the king you accept,” you assured him. “I will go to him. It’s only one night, and it will be over. I’ll have a dowry worth more than the one saved up for me. Afterwards, I can marry whoever I want.”

Father turned his head back to the king. He then spoke.

“Your soldiers may pass. And you may have her.”

A deep exhale went throughout the crowd. Your mother put her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes. Soon enough, Henry took the reins of the horse. He looked over to the man on the horse next to him. An older man with long, grey hair. 

“Tonight, we stay here as guests. Grant them mercy,” he ordered.

The older man nodded. He then turned, and word trickled down to the soldiers.

A path was formed among the crowd as the people stepped away, and the king and his horse and army rode through it.

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Two hours later, the older man approached you at the door in your home. 

“My lady, the king has summoned you,” he announced.

Your mother got out a handkerchief and began to weep. Your father hung his head down in shame. You then walked outside and followed the gentleman through your city of Harlefleur.

You knew already where you were going. Your father may have been the governor, but the Dumont’s were the wealthiest family in town. Their mansion in the center was the largest. So it was there that the king stayed. And it was there that the older man, who was the lord of Exeter, escorted you.

The lord of Exeter walked you through the front door. He guided you upstairs, past the servants of the house. He then led you to one separate room. It had a fireplace and a cream four-poster bed. Inside was a large tub and female servants with cloths and soap. 

“The king ordered you to bathe.”

“I’m not dirty,” you said. You were still a lady who took care to always appear proper, especially in front of men. And in front of kings.

“Still, you must be clean before the presence of his majesty,” the lord of Exeter declared. He then closed the door.

They set you in the tub, already full of water. Making sure not to make your hair too wet, they scrubbed all over your body until you were truly clean. You then got out and dried with a towel. 

One of the servants, an older woman with wrinkles and grey hair, brought forward a golden dress.

“The king said he would like you to wear this,” she announced.

The maids helped you step into the dress and secured it in the back. They gave you a jeweled belt. They then took care of your hair as you would have liked it. At least you had a little say in these matters.

It was a dress even more beautiful than the ones you owned. It had long sleeves and a small train. The jeweled belt flattered your figure. There was an ample cut square collar that flattered the top of your chest. You were then given a jeweled headdress placed on top of your head. 

How did they get this? Was it stolen? From a common woman attacked by a soldier? No, for these were not the clothes of a common woman. From the lady of the house? You didn’t know.

There was a knock on the door. The older woman opened it and revealed the Lord of Exeter. 

“Now…it is time,” he announced. 

You followed him out, holding up your skirt so you wouldn’t trip. Heads of servants turned towards you, eyes curious. He then led you to a large door. He knocked on it.

“You may enter,” came the king’s voice.

He pushed open the door, and you stepped inside.

Inside, it was lit with candles. There was a table with chairs. Chests here and there. And a great, large bed in the center of it, with thick red blankets and feather pillows. A crackling fireplace. There, dressed in red leathers and his crown in front of the fire, was his majesty the king of England. He was leaning against the railing, but straightened himself once he saw you. 

You dipped into the lowest curtsy you could.

“Thank you. You may now leave us, uncle,” said the king. 

The lord of Exeter closed the door behind him. Your heart picked up again. You stood still and folded your hands. 

“Do you speak English?” he asked.

“Like my mother tongue, your grace,” you answered. 

The king walked forward. You kept your eyes down as he circled you. He then stopped in front of you. Hands gesturing forward to the table. 

“Here, sit.”

You walked over and sat down. The table was bare except for a bottle of wine and two goblets. 

“Would you like some wine?” asked the king.

You did not answer, eyeing the bottle with nervousness. 

“Rest assured, there is nothing in it. Only wine,” replied the king. 

“Yes, of course.”

He poured out some in a goblet and handed it to you. Inside it was a deep, dark red. It looked almost black. The taste was dry and bitter, but it was strong.

“What is your name?” he asked.

You gave it to him. 

He poured his own cup and took a deep drink. He then set it down. You could feel something in his eyes. There was a stillness. As if he was doing everything in his power not to reach out and grab you at once. No, he was showing restraint.

“Do you like the wine?” he asked.

“Yes. It is good, my lord.”

“Would you like any food?”

“No, no thank you, my lord.”

You took another drink, deepening it. If the wine affected you, this would be more pleasant. You could drink your way through this. The king leaned forward, his hands together. He looked all over you.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, my lord,” you replied.

“It pleases me when you say that. You may keep calling me ‘my lord.’ And your majesty.”

“Of course, my lord.”

You took another sip of wine. You were already getting to the end of your drink. You felt your body warmed by the fireplace. Outside, one could hear an owl.

“Why did you make this request, my lord?” you asked.

He was still. Then he spoke in a soft voice.

“My lady, because I want you beyond what words can describe.”

He then stood up and walked to you. He held out a hand, and you accepted it. He led you to stand up. His hands traced over your sides, then up to your face. He even tipped your chin up with his hand.

“Look at me,” he said.

You obeyed.

“Promise me one thing?” he asked.

You looked up at him.

“Never stop looking at me.”

He then leaned forward and kissed you. It was…warm, his lips were soft. Already, you could feel yourself melting in, giving away. It was a sweet kiss, far sweeter than anything you expected would happen tonight.

His hands wandered to your back, supporting you as he gave you another kiss. He leaned down further. His hands clutched onto you. 

You let go, already trying to catch your breath. His hands went to the top of your head and took off your headdress. He then went to your belt and undid it as it fell to the floor. His hands then went to the back of your dress, and began to undo it.

You let him. Something in you was growing.

Soon enough, the dress fell to the ground before you. You wore only a shift. Your own breathing was deep. You looked right at him. He took his hands and went to the sleeves on your shoulders of your shift. It was already loose with an open collar. 

He then pulled it down by the sleeves.

Soon it fell, revealing your breasts, then the rest of your body as it fell in a circle around your feet.

He looked down at you. His hands grazing your breasts.

“Beautiful,” was all he said.

He took you in his arms and picked you up. You wondered how strong he was; it was as if you were nothing but air. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down.

He took off his own doublet and the shirt beneath it, revealing his chest. You wondered at his muscles. He then removed his codpiece. You could see he was already hard. You wondered how hard he had been the entire time. He took off his boots in a hurry. You leaned forward to have a look. He then removed his pants. Already, his large manhood was reaching high, leaking precum.

He joined you on the bed and hovered over you. You could feel his cock graze your stomach. Hearts racing, you saw him reach his hand and use it to part your legs. 

He tested you. He plunged a finger inside your core. Already, you could feel yourself getting wet at his touch. You moaned at it, feeling him inside, digging around.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

You gave him your answer. And he nodded.

He prepared you, his finger spreading you open, and then found a spot and teased it. It swirled around you, making space. You then felt him add another finger.

“My…my lord…”

“Spread your legs wider, your king commands it,” he breathed.

You obeyed, going as wide as you could. He set himself between them. He then pulled himself forward, his face meeting your own. His cock at your entrance.

He then thrust forward.

You let out a small sound. He was quite large; there was a pinprick of pain. He pulled out, and then he entered again. And again. He then began a rhythm. 

“Oh…oh God…” you moaned out.

He then took your legs and hooked them so they were around his waist. He was breathing in deep. He plunged, this time further.

“Oh!” you cried out.

“Sweet lady-yes- dear, sweet lady,” he panted out between thrusts. “Yes-yes-keep-don’t be quiet. Don’t be timid-oh-just-just keep telling me- let them know, let them all know how the king pleasures you.”

He dove in again, letting out a grunt. A sound you never knew you could make flew out of you. His hand then dove into you. It found your bud and began to strum you as he continued to thrust in and out.

“Does-does your king give you pleasure?” he grunted.

“Yes-yes, my lord!” you began to cry out. 

It began to speed up. Something in you was spinning, spinning up. Your voice was starting to rise; you were gripping the bedsheets.

He then paused, and he pulled out of you. Before you could ask any questions, he had you flipped onto your stomach.

“Hold onto the bed,” he demanded.

You grabbed the headboard. Gripping it tight. Knowing exactly what was going to happen.

He then took you again from this different angle, and you felt him behind you.

“Oh, oh god, my lord!” you cried out. The pain mixed with pleasure from his position. He himself let out another cry.

He increased the pace. Pounding into you with a fury. Breasts bouncing, your own cries and moans grew louder and louder. But the pleasure was immense. The filthiness of this act, of him being behind you- it rose something in you that you couldn’t name. You only held tighter onto the headboard as he started to pound into you.

“Oh god- oh god! My-my lord!” 

“Call-call me Henry!” he then demanded.

 “Oh-yes, yes, my lord! Yes, Henry!”

“Yes-yes-use-use my name- keep saying it!”

His hands reached between your legs and fiddled with your bud again. Going at a more furious pace, the bed shaking. His own grunts and moans increasing. But so did the strength of his strokes on your bud. That, mixed with this position, gave you that spinning feeling again. That rising sensation.

“Henry-Henry-oh-Henry I-I-I’m close-I’m gonna come, I-I-”

“I-I am too-hold on-yes, yes, like that-make me have you, come now, your-your king commands you-”

Soon enough, it broke on you. You felt suspended in bliss, in pure, pure pleasure. With a final cry, he came too, and you felt his hot seed spurt inside you. Both of you lay there, panting. Your hold onto the headboard slipped, and you fell into the bed. 

He pulled out of you and then grabbed your waist. He pulled you down to lie beside him, still panting hard. You placed a hand on his pectorals. The sudden warmth seeping through you. Here he was, holding you. He held you tight to him; you could hear his heartbeat and smell the woods on him.

“I’m going to talk to your father. I’ll keep you as a concubine. You won’t leave my side,” he said as he caught his breath. 

At this point, you wouldn’t have minded that.

No, you wouldn’t mind at all. 

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Good LAWD bestie 🥵

The second Henry was like "She spends the night with me I was like"

BOOM SHAKA LAKAAAAA YES GAWD

And like we know how Reader got here and the circumstances surrounding it, but I appreciate how he was at least a bit considerate to have her dressed and cleaned before he absolutely ravaged her with a royal mango ride.

Like when he said "Hold on to the bed"????

Though I have to be honest if after all that and then he capped it off with "I will make you my concubine"? Like yes I would agree so that my family is taken care of but also the way that I would be an absolute menace to this man. Like good sir you are the king, you can find a way to bend the rules. Make me your damn Queen and don't ever think about concubines fucking ever again thank you and goodnight--

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Hi, friend! I need your help with a super important mission.

The Pinterest goblin brought this picture to my feed, and I could use some expertise to determine if it's real:

Heya bestie! Okay so this is a bit of a tricky "yes and no" type answer

Yes, the photo is real, it's from his Man About Town photoshoot, but the "No" part comes in the sense that the photo officially released was in black and white.

Here's the official photo:

So my best guess is whoever uploaded it on Pinterest ran the photo through one of those "Colorize" type sites to get the photo you came across 😳

[hiddlestonspot]

Pompeii: Out of Time with Tom Hiddleston Teaser

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@muddyorbsblr @vbecker10 @lokischambermaid @alexakeyloveloki @alexa-santi-author *whimpers*

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THE LIP BITE?! THE HAND?!

THE WEE WOO IN THE 2ND TO THE LAST GIF?!

@smolvenger @holdmytesseract @jaidenhawke @lokischambermaid @alexakeyloveloki @mischiefmaker615 @lulubelle814 besties brace urselves we're gonna be whoring out over a documentary--

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surviving pompeii :: trailer screenshots (batch 1)

if this is what the Pompeii documentary is gonna look like, i am living in thirsting fear of what that "the real Finding Nemo" documentary will be 😳🫠

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @glitchquake @peachyjinx @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @jaidenhawke @mrs-elsie-barnes @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder @lulubelle814 ++

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god help me i wasn't expecting to be hit with PORTRAIT SHOTS this week but here we fucking are-- 🫠 whore down. i repeat, whore down

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @glitchquake @peachyjinx @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @jaidenhawke @mrs-elsie-barnes @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder @lulubelle814 ++

[five-miles-over]

@muddyorbsblr I want him playing a villain now. Like a real, deliciously evil villain who's bad to the bone.

The kind of villain who plays the piano and sings in perfect Italian, has impeccable taste in accessories, and breaks your sense of judgment forever. The kind of villain who doesn't tell you what he wants you to do, but makes you think it was all your idea.

I want it on a plate next to a side salad, a bread basket, and a sparkling drink.

Time to head into the kitchen!

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good god bestie 🥵 we need that in our lives. and in bespoke pinstripe suits and then somewhere along the way he slips his reading glasses on which just makes it all the worse for us 🫠

@smolvenger @holdmytesseract @jaidenhawke @cabingrlandrandomcrap @alexakeyloveloki

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[muddyorbsblr]

deadline prime experience fyc portraits

god help me i wasn't expecting to be hit with PORTRAIT SHOTS this week but here we fucking are-- 🫠 whore down. i repeat, whore down

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @glitchquake @peachyjinx @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @jaidenhawke @mrs-elsie-barnes @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder @lulubelle814 ++

[boycottxxlove]

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[fagcrisis]

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

[maryoliveoil]

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

[ozempicofficial]

[cuunos]

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

[wingkink]

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

[goatedgreen]

i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know

[pencil-line-deactivated20241029]

method actor this method actor that. toshiro mifune played a guy getting shot at by arrows by getting shot at by arrows

and yeah i believe it. ^ this is the face of a guy getting shot at by arrows

[lysenkoite]

[weaselle]

[abz-j-harding]

i can't cope

[theconcealedweapon]