Nov 18, 2019
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Good birb spreading the Asgardian gospel 👍🏻 X3 💕
Nightmare
Requested: by @abbessolute (Thank You!)
You come into the kitchen to take a glass of water, but immediately you notice that you aren’t alone. Dean is sitting on the kitchen counter with a beer in his hand; he raises the bottle up to his lips, and he drinks a sip.
You take a few steps toward him, who immediately turns and sees you; a smile appears on both of your faces.
“Why are you awake, sweetheart?”
You raise your shoulders and sigh, in the meantime, you sit next to the hunter.
“I turned into the bed, and not feeling you close to me, I woke up. Why are you awake?”
Dean lowers his head to avoid your gaze; you already know what this means: he has done a bad dream. It happens many nights that Dean wakes awhile at your side, and with short breath, because of a bad dream.
You clutched your hands among his, and brought him closer to you; you put your head on Dean’s shoulder, and he kisses you on your forehead.
“It will be all right, Dean. All people do nightmares, they will pass.”
“Thank God, I have you at my side, I… I don’t know what I would do without you.”
You smile, listening to the hunter’s words; you know very well that Dean is not very good when he has to talk about his feelings. But you also love him for that.
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Dean Tag: @love-charmer-sketch - @castiel-angel-of-sass - @catstielanddeanthedog
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Oh man have you seen the photos pf James McAvoy on Instagram via Samuel L Jackson? I have two words: hot damn.
I don’t follow SLJ on IG but I had a look. Hot damn indeed! 🤤🤤🤤
Corpse Child [Closed]
[ @abbessolute ]
The darkness shrieked and roared... Pressing on the mind of the dark child.
Needing and coveting and feeding and bleeding and he was bleeding again... He was biting his hand and bleeding again. The dark haired aesir was not too concerned, more fascinated, watching the blood drip black momentarily until crimson snaked down the hand like spider webs.
The dark frost went from web to shell, sealing the cuts and then the little boy had nothing left to distract him. Just the roaring and shrieking in the walls. At least they were drowning out the whispers.
“The sick royal” “Baldur the Brave’s monster brother” “Murderer”
They didn’t know they had voices that they revealed their truth. Darkest parts of the souls. They would hurt him, he knew they would, if they weren’t watched. The girls would use the blood and the flesh for their own. The boys would slaughter him as he had slaughtered the girls...
He giggled a little bit in the corner he sat in his empty room. He didn’t expect anyone to come. No one came unless it was Baldur or the servants who had to be ordered in. Father never wanted to see him. He was a failure. Broken. Not a worthy heir at all and not worth the air.
Mother loved him but she could not see him. She came. He could smell the salty tears as she walked in and looked at him. Not today but days she came. The bright boy wasted away and the dark boy tore into wayward maids.
Mother lectured him harshly at his hurting them before they hurt him first but he couldn’t tell her that they would hurt him. He couldn’t do anything more than scream or cry. He couldn’t focus except to become stronger. He couldn’t let them take and take and take.
He had to become strong and so he vanished from his room sometimes to the abyss. Those who stared into the abyss found it stared back at them and it broke them but the little wild boy was already broken. He didn’t fear death but hoped for it. He was already the dead walking just like his brother.
Instead of going to the abyss, the caverns and the whispers of beasts that couldn’t be known, he ended up in a place stranger. A room in a place, midgard, with a girl. He stiffened up and gave a growl, startled at ending up in this place.
The boy was on all fours, his teeth inky black and pointed like a deep sea fish. The robes he wore were ripped up and stained by darkness from the travel. For all his teeth were messed up, his unseeing eyes were dark rather than black and his skin was pale rather than the pasty white. Clammy like a corpse but not pasty white yet.
Frosted Iron - A FrostIron One-shot
I whipped up a short one-shot for Abbesolute's bday yesterday.
Title: Frosted Iron
Relationship: Tony Stark/Loki
Rating: Teen
Summary: Tony wants to surprise Loki with a tasty new treat, but unsurprisingly, the god is hesitant. #FluffyFrostIron
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1065419
ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9890491/1/Frosted-Iron