Little Lady

High in the trees with her head in the clouds and her heart in the stars. OC independent Blog.

[notthegodloki]

To the Highest Bidder [Ashlynn & Loki]

[the-satellite-deactivated202102]

notthegodloki:

Her grip was firm and painful to the smaller, her body still ached from her abduction and having her mouth forced open made her body flinch and everything hurt. 

Her standing!? She spoke of her standing as if Loki knew who she was, this mildly frustrated the raven but she bit her tongue, literally, and kept a stoic expression. This woman may have been something to her crowd, but she was nothing to Loki, her standing was meaning less and invoked no intimidate respect from her.

Next thing she knew, they were in a mansion and she was no longer bound. It was a whirl wind that she tried to wrap her head around. All of this is frustrating and it made her realize that Vincent was alone and her heart dropped, he hasn’t eaten for a few days. Panic set in and her thoughts were brought back as the woman spoke to her again. 

Loki shifted her Jade gaze up to meet those vibrant crimson eyes. Without a moment of hesitation Loki walked up to the woman, not breaking eye contact the entire time. A mere foot apart, and with a voice hoarse from shrill screams and a neglect of water, quietly, and yet as loud as she could go, she spoke shortly with her new found owner. 

“I want my rabbit”

“It speaks.” Ashlynn couldn’t help but grin at the rebellious gleam in her eyes. No one had the gal to even match her gaze, let alone keep it for the length of time that this human was achieving. “And already demanding.” 

She turned her back upon the small mortal and threw a few commands at Clyde to start preparing their evening meal. She didn’t wait for the girl as she started up the large staircase. “Here I thought after I saved you from being a sex slave or far worse, that you showed some gratitude, but rather you are demanding something other than your life and for a rabbit no less.” 

Clyde sighed for a moment while he watched Ashlynn return to her room, then turned to the human. “Want some food? Better than pissing her off even more.”

[notthegodloki]

Frustration. The pure emotion bubbled in the pit of her stomach as the woman mocked her. She didn't expect Ashlynn to understand, but she was hoping for something more than this.

Loki wanted to scream, swear, cry and bare all of her emotions. Instead she kept that same defiant, expressionless gaze fixated on the other woman.

Vincent meant everything to her. That rabbit had been her entire emotional support on more occasions than she could literally remember, and to have her one request to save him from the woman who saved her brushed off so easily was so frustrating.

As the woman walked away Loki shifted her gaze to Clyde, an almost desperate look settled on her features as her eyebrows knitted together, and her hands rested on her stomach as panic began to set in.

"Please help me."

[aidulin]

I’m obsessed with these little paper stars *-*

[notthegodloki]

To the Highest Bidder [Ashlynn & Loki]

   Her frame shook heavily, a few scrapes and harsh bruises littered her entirety as mind whirled. Her expression was blank as her mind whirled about her current predicament, racing between how her days were fairly normal just three days ago and now she’s standing, chained to younger females, in a black market. She felt lucky to have not been violated just yet; if anything she could hold onto her innocence.

  There were a multitude of people who buzzed behind the scenes as Loki and the other girls were readied to go on display. The little raven was put on the very end with a tag numbered 131 hung from her neck, seeing as her body showed the fight she put up; There was a split in her small lip, a scrap on her left shoulder and both knees, and bruises on taking up most of her left arm and thigh. It was obvious how hard she hit the ground when she was abducted.

   She was not a pretty sight to behold, not like the younger females to the right of her, all at least a decade younger than her. Her stomach churned at the thought of what these poor girls were about to go through, her expression went from sad and concerned, to disgusted and filled with contempt as the auction was about to begin.

[the-satellite-deactivated202102]

Ashlynn watched carefully; her eyes consumed in their demonic red and black that caused a harsh stigma to any that saw them.

Monster. Demon. Deadly. Poison. Death.

All came to mind within her presence. But at the current moment, all felt fear despite her placement in her private booth as she began watching the biding items.

“Not very impressive.”

Clyde smirked, leaning against the ledge. “I think Morpheus is running out of ideas on what to sell. Humans are a dime a dozen.”

Those demonic eyes wandered over the frail thing with the marking 131 as the bidder began at fifteen thousand. She raised an eyebrow, flicking her wrist and increased the number, only to be beat out again by another creature.

Another gesture and this time, the many that were bidding realized who their competition was. All decided to lower their gaze and withdrawal any more attempts of raising the price.

“Sold to Miss Ashlynn Red for forty thousand.”

“You want to tell me why you bought a human?” Clyde interrupted in a confused manor. All his master could do was stand from her perch with a devilish smile.

“Curiosity I suppose.” A clap. That’s all it took to bring her backstage with her associate. She thought the human was a frail thing, innocent possibly, but lacking substance and knowledge of her predicament. Ashlynn loomed over the girl due to her high heels. “What is your name?”

[notthegodloki]

Her heart berated her throat with panicked raps as the bidding began. There was a whirl of voices as betting began, the employees rambling and scrambling to keep things in order and rolling smoothly. Fifteen Thousand caught her her and her gut churned. 

Loki caught ‘red’ and ‘forty thousand’ and she audibly gagged. She was bought for Forty Thousand, who would put on a soul, let alone that much? She would soon see as she was quickly ushered into a private booth.

Before her stood a beautiful woman a bit taller than herself, her entire demeanor was intimidating, however, Loki did not cower. Every inch of her five foot frame stood tall and defiant as the woman loomed over her, her vibrant red eyes scanned her bruised figure, and the raven only flinched whenever one of her bruises would ache.

Her voice was as powerful as her appearance and just as demanding as one would think it would sound. Upon the request Loki made firm eye contact, for a solid twenty seconds, before scoffing and looking away. If she was going to be forced to be here, she wasn’t going to cooperate. 

[the-satellite-deactivated202102]

Ashlynn raised an eyebrow and grabbed the girl by the jaw, forcing it open. Her eyes examined her throat, then released it in disapproval. “Your vocal chords are in tact. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to ignore someone, especially one with my standing?” 

She maintained eye contact with the woman, intrigued at her courage. Clyde lowered his gaze, still confused as to why his master would pay for a human. “Maybe it’s hungry or something?” It had been centuries since he himself had been human or even sympathized with the race. 

“Might as well attempt it.” A single clap and they were taken back to a large mansion, following the removal of the woman’s restraints. “Are you hungry?”  

[notthegodloki]

Her grip was firm and painful to the smaller, her body still ached from her abduction and having her mouth forced open made her body flinch and everything hurt. 

Her standing!? She spoke of her standing as if Loki knew who she was, this mildly frustrated the raven but she bit her tongue, literally, and kept a stoic expression. This woman may have been something to her crowd, but she was nothing to Loki, her standing was meaning less and invoked no intimidate respect from her.

Next thing she knew, they were in a mansion and she was no longer bound. It was a whirl wind that she tried to wrap her head around. All of this is frustrating and it made her realize that Vincent was alone and her heart dropped, he hasn’t eaten for a few days. Panic set in and her thoughts were brought back as the woman spoke to her again. 

Loki shifted her Jade gaze up to meet those vibrant crimson eyes. Without a moment of hesitation Loki walked up to the woman, not breaking eye contact the entire time. A mere foot apart, and with a voice hoarse from shrill screams and a neglect of water, quietly, and yet as loud as she could go, she spoke shortly with her new found owner. 

“I want my rabbit”

[its-a-floral-affair]

[back-to-the-stars-again]

Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy.

Credit: NASA, ESA and The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)

[dappledwithshadow]

Raymond Thibesart (French, 1874 - 1968)

Spring Trees

[idreamofsushi]

Melody of Sushi by DinhTuan

[notthegodloki]

To the Highest Bidder [Ashlynn & Loki]

   Her frame shook heavily, a few scrapes and harsh bruises littered her entirety as mind whirled. Her expression was blank as her mind whirled about her current predicament, racing between how her days were fairly normal just three days ago and now she’s standing, chained to younger females, in a black market. She felt lucky to have not been violated just yet; if anything she could hold onto her innocence.

  There were a multitude of people who buzzed behind the scenes as Loki and the other girls were readied to go on display. The little raven was put on the very end with a tag numbered 131 hung from her neck, seeing as her body showed the fight she put up; There was a split in her small lip, a scrap on her left shoulder and both knees, and bruises on taking up most of her left arm and thigh. It was obvious how hard she hit the ground when she was abducted.

   She was not a pretty sight to behold, not like the younger females to the right of her, all at least a decade younger than her. Her stomach churned at the thought of what these poor girls were about to go through, her expression went from sad and concerned, to disgusted and filled with contempt as the auction was about to begin.

[the-satellite-deactivated202102]

Ashlynn watched carefully; her eyes consumed in their demonic red and black that caused a harsh stigma to any that saw them.

Monster. Demon. Deadly. Poison. Death.

All came to mind within her presence. But at the current moment, all felt fear despite her placement in her private booth as she began watching the biding items.

“Not very impressive.”

Clyde smirked, leaning against the ledge. “I think Morpheus is running out of ideas on what to sell. Humans are a dime a dozen.”

Those demonic eyes wandered over the frail thing with the marking 131 as the bidder began at fifteen thousand. She raised an eyebrow, flicking her wrist and increased the number, only to be beat out again by another creature.

Another gesture and this time, the many that were bidding realized who their competition was. All decided to lower their gaze and withdrawal any more attempts of raising the price.

“Sold to Miss Ashlynn Red for forty thousand.”

“You want to tell me why you bought a human?” Clyde interrupted in a confused manor. All his master could do was stand from her perch with a devilish smile.

“Curiosity I suppose.” A clap. That’s all it took to bring her backstage with her associate. She thought the human was a frail thing, innocent possibly, but lacking substance and knowledge of her predicament. Ashlynn loomed over the girl due to her high heels. “What is your name?”

[notthegodloki]

Her heart berated her throat with panicked raps as the bidding began. There was a whirl of voices as betting began, the employees rambling and scrambling to keep things in order and rolling smoothly. Fifteen Thousand caught her her and her gut churned. 

Loki caught ‘red’ and ‘forty thousand’ and she audibly gagged. She was bought for Forty Thousand, who would put on a soul, let alone that much? She would soon see as she was quickly ushered into a private booth.

Before her stood a beautiful woman a bit taller than herself, her entire demeanor was intimidating, however, Loki did not cower. Every inch of her five foot frame stood tall and defiant as the woman loomed over her, her vibrant red eyes scanned her bruised figure, and the raven only flinched whenever one of her bruises would ache.

Her voice was as powerful as her appearance and just as demanding as one would think it would sound. Upon the request Loki made firm eye contact, for a solid twenty seconds, before scoffing and looking away. If she was going to be forced to be here, she wasn’t going to cooperate. 

[amekori]

pastels by sykosam ☆

[magic-spelldust]

Kasia Bochniak

[purple-dreaming]

[syflove]

still life

[thepersonalquotes]

[k-worlddd]

[mss-mahogany]

Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one

[newssciencedaily]

“Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.”

[velvetbambi]