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[mkingamess]

Commission for @szintaart <3! Thank you so much!

Y’know when you give your ex and the man who is responsible for the death of your only marital children a grenade and then dab? Like that.

[rcsegildedarchive]

SEND MARG NUDES–ACCIDENTAL OR NOT (still v much accepting) | @alldaddy​

| | | 🍆🍆🍆🍆 - intentional nudes 

[ SMS; Odin ] you know, a single dick pic usually suffices for most guys

[ SMS; Odin ] that being said,  i can appreciate the dedication 

[ SMS; Odin ] all the different angles

[ SMS; Odin ] you don’t want to leave anything to the imagination, do you?

[starxlark]

@alldaddy​

The child Odin rescued was no easy charge. Those trusted to care for her and ease her transition were baffled by her behavior more often then not. Laerke was reluctant to speak but not incapable of it. She seemed inquisitive and bright when she thought no one was watching. But mostly they learned she was a child consumed by fear.

The list compiled for the royal family’s reference included: loud noises, tall ceilings, personally using stairs, hands approaching too quickly, sewing needles, crowds of more than three individuals, the bath, mirrors, being offered food, open spaces, live animals of any nature, the dark, the sun, dresses that covered her neck, the sound of metal-on-metal, weather, being looked at too long, and her bed.

Few things in Asgard did not cause her fragile heart to race and thankfully Odin places first upon that small list. Oh she fears the giant of a man she is now to call Father too, but it isn’t the same visceral fear that every other aspect of her new life generates. It is the unknown she fears in the first person to ever show her even an ounce of gentleness. Just like with so many other new experiences she lacks the word she needs to describe the feelings, but with time it could grow to be trust.

Tiny bare feet pad along the smooth floor as Laerke makes her way to where her new father waits. (Convincing the girl to wear shoes had been a fight well fought and well lost by her caretakers. The consequences of Being Bad in this new life were still yet to be determined and so Gull’s Laerke’s fear continues to grow.)

She comes dressed in long cloth to cover scarred and sensitive skin. A rough tangled mess has reverted back to its true form in the springy mess of curls that help hide her from the world. It is still the eyes of a prisoner that look up through newly cleaned hair to study her father. 

Asgard will need more time to soften the tool into a girl, let alone a daughter, let alone a princess. In the meantime Laerke offers the softest, “Hello,” suspecting it will please him.

[direreign]

photos of sansa,  ft.   @alldaddy

[careol-arc]

@alldaddy continued

ruthless but far from reckless abandon, odin had survived the new world in whatever savage way he needed to. blood soaked his psyche, hands of a killer holding onto the sniper as he watched the herd get closer and closer. whatever time for escape had come and gone, the night having slipped through his fingers. what time they had left would need to be spent trying to flee, but something within odin told him to keep fighting. bullet after bullet left shells littering his feet, not even making a dent in the mass of corpses that slowly began to make their way towards them. their choked cries were like white noise to him now, having become desensitized to them. jaw clenched with teeth bared as he continued to pull the trigger over and over again. carol’s words barely registered, not once stopping his assault until all of the bullets were gone. as he reloaded, he finally turned his attention to her, eyes filled with desperation and fury, ❝ then we fight. we fight until there is no fight left within us. ❞

          𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵.  that’s what this was quickly turning in to.  a run gone horribly wrong.  what should’ve been simple became complex with no more escape.  it was a very  REAL  possibility that these would be her last seconds on this earth.  for a long time she’d thought death would be peaceful, would be  BETTER  than the world they faced.  but now that it was coming down to it, now that the potential for life lost was so high...  SHE WAS AFRAID.

          it was now that carol realized she did not want to die, nor was she ready to die.  fight or flight response was kicked into overdrive, eyes frantically searching their surroundings for some form of escape.  the seconds ticked by so agonizingly slow, their time frame for escape shrinking.

          ❝ maybe we climb. ❞  an idea that may or may not work.  a higher ground, a higher advantage where the walkers could not reach could work in their favor.  either to wait it out until something else draws their attention, or they find a better way to escape.  ❝ i will not stay on level ground and wait to die by them. ❞

[gylfagiinning]

@alldaddy hit the ❤

        Her hands are mud-stained from PAWING at the earthen hill, her breath raspy from tears. She trembles with loathing, shawl having slipped down to her shoulder. She heaves before she notices his presence like a tingling sensation at the edge of her consciousness. Their roars of laughter and cajoling, fueled by hatred for what she is, has deafened her ears to the footfall of his small stature.

     ---     “     O-        Odin ?    “

     She bites her lip, wincing. She already FORGOT.  Wiping away the tears, she pushes the dirt earth over the buried item, hoping he hasn’t seen. He is only a boy. But he will not always be. Already he shares a likeness to his father. Walls come back up, tracing Borr’s features even in those young features. Her voice is fuller, hoarser. 

       “   --- ---     you know I am not just what they claim, don’t you ?  that I am not simply what your father says.    “

[zcldrizes-a]

a n o t h e r  l i f e .

IT WASN’T UNUSUAL FOR MEN TO STARE AT HER. Though perhaps it was a little less common after her hair had been darkened with her own concoction of chemicals, to remove every strand of silver from sight, making it all the more easy to deny exactly who she was. Dark hair pulled back into a messy braid, tendrils escaped around a pretty face with minimal rouges and powders to cover, hands patted dry onto the thin apron at her hips. Clinging jeans hugged curvy hips, a black shirt tight enough to accentuate her petite figure even as her frame leaned over the bar, passing out the shotglasses as requested. Her last, for the night, before freedom would be granted.

Making her way down to the end of the bar, a brow arched at the sight of the attractive male there, catching her attention despite herself – though she dared not admit it. She’d never denied herself of intimacy, but those who ever made their way to her bed both had to be physically appealing, and secondly had to be those she ensured would not remain when they were finished. Untying the apron from her hips to prop it over the railing there, Daenerys glanced up with a soft purse of her lips, before speaking up, voice soft even over the loud music playing in the small room.

“Do you make a habit out of staring at every woman who serves your beer?”

[miigrant-blog]

@alldaddy gets dis bc reasons B)

“Ooh baby, just spank me and call me Martha.” Alejandro couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his own joke, thinking that it sounded better in Spanish, but the general idea of the joke was hopefully translated. “You look steaming hot.” He purred with a smirk as he walked towards his boyfriend, his palms resting on the other’s wrists and moving up his arms until they reached his shoulders. “So handsome. I might not let you out... Despite that we already have that table reserved for dinner.” He added with a grumble. 

“I don’t know if I want to cancel it and lock us in the bedroom or go out and show you off. Decisions, decisions.” Alejandro shook his head as his hands moved to smooth Odin’s clothes despite the lack of any creases or wrinkles. Given that the Latino was already dressed as well, he figured that showing his boyfriend off to the world was the best alternative, just to make everyone jealous. He grinned at Odin and leaned to kiss him, letting the kiss linger for a moment. “Is there anything you want to do after dinner, baby?”