#deathqvccn

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deathqvccn replied to your post: the 32nd icon in your folder is your muse’s...

Oh, I’m 100% sure it was Hela that slapped him on the back of the head. I’M ALSO 100% SURE THAT THE LITTLE FUCKER /DESERVED/ IT.

     me?! deserved it? never. look, you asked if the cloak made you look weird... i told you anything you put on makes you look weird. don’t ask for an honest opinion, if you don’t want the honest part of it! 

[multiamused]

starter call.

[likestofightcrime]

“Don’t usually find myself tangled up in the Asgardian pantheon... thankfully I’ve done my research. Hela, Goddess Of Death, I’m guessing? Heard a few interesting stories about you. Name’s Cable. I’m a time traveler, and acquainted to Thor. Something you needed?”

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~ Describe a time when your muse was completely alone. How did they handle it?

                               x. Upsetting and Twisted reaction asks for Sad Muses

This one is sort of tricky because there are two halves to it. There’s the “I’m alone” that he felt after one moment, and then there’s the other half that came later. That silence that nearly deafens and the absence of someone in places you expect them to be or when you’re doing things that used to nearly HAVE to include them. The “It’s just me” moment. 

The first significance, without a single doubt, it was the time Vali finally accepted his brother’s death and that he was gone. Narfi was probably the only person Vali ever needed in his life; and after Narfi’s death, Vali could never mentally accept it, he even refused to mourn him like he was supposed to. He had deluded himself into thinking “he’s alive somewhere”, and into thinking, there was a way he could get him back. 

Mind you, these twins were as connected as siblings could get; Vali and Narfi, no matter how far away from the other they were, they could sense the other. They could find each other blindfolded, on their senses alone. That has been what’s kept Vali from feeling so alone.

The delusion that he can “feel that Narfi is alive”, is a reverie to anyone, but to Vali it was real. He had hallucinated his brother, illusioned, mentally manipulated himself, that there was something he could do. 

But finally, during a freewrite or “drabble”, he was finally forced into facing the truth, with the help of his father. As Vali’s writer, it was a scene that actually broke MY heart to write. Because Vali, at least in some sense, even imaginary, had his brother. The only person he ever truly trusted. That feeling of “knowing his brother was alive” was really the only company of Narfi he had left. The drive, motivation, etc. He thought that, over the wall somewhere, his brother was waiting. He didn’t feel alone. But after letting Narfi go, he finally knew his brother was gone and that he was alone in a world without him. That too, as a writer, hurt because Vali is probably one of the strongest muses I’ve had, When his brother was alive, Vali was the strong, never-back-down, but kind and humble one. And when I watch him crumble like that, it’s incredibly heartbreaking to watch.

Now, for the second half. Probably honestly, the one I hate the most. The “It’s just me?” moment, the loneliest he ever felt, came at a moment during that next anniversary of his birth, just how alone he truly was and how much, he just genuinely, missed Narfi. 

Vali doesn’t handle anything well, to be honest. Especially when he realized everything he did - the people he hurt, manipulated, and the bridges he burnt and enemies he created, the darkness of Magic that he deep-sea-dived into. His emotions and mental state at first spiraled out of control. Though he eventually found himself in a much more mentally and emotionally stable ground, for a while he refused to speak. He was, in simple terms, silenced by the grief he could finally feel for Narfi’s absence. He didn’t want to hear condolences, justifications meant to make him feel better and it truly, DEEPLY annoyed him when anyone would insist on speaking to him and saying such things.  

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        @deathqvccn      //     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  just because.

   “ Are you sure you brought us to the right place? This doesn’t exactly look like the most magical place on Earth, to m---who slapped mouse ears on you, when I wasn’t looking? ”

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✌

ɴsғᴡ sʏᴍʙᴏʟ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. 

                   ★ - - - Face is pressed against the side of her face, pressed in so as physically close as possible. Wanting to feel her quivering under his touch, hear every whimper and soft gasp close to his ear. Everything felt so personal, and he felt so in control. Keeping her practically pinned against the wall, his hand down her pants. He hadn’t quite slipped his hand past the band of her panties, massaging her over the thin fabric. Pointer and middle finger teasing and dragging until he was satisfied with how wet she’d gotten. Second is taken to nudge the fabric aside, finger tips slowly teasing at her entrance before he slides both fingers in.

 Motions are slow to start with, pushing them in deep. Mouth crushes against hers in a heated and open-mouthed kiss to taste her, to bite down on her lower lip and suckle on it until it starts to swell. “Mm, you feel so tight around my fingers, baby.” Fingers curl inside of her, thumb pressing against her clit, beginning to rub circular motions as he continues to finger fuck her, driving them deep as he picks up velocity. “I already know you’re going to feel amazing on my cock.” Hip presses into the side of hers, letting her feel just how hard he was for her, practically throbbing at the thought of being sheathed deep inside of her. Especially with how wet she was - he was running out of patience. 

Losing his will to not pick her up right then and there and set her on his hip, bury himself inside her and work those moans out of her, make her gasp and cry out his name until she went hoarse. Except he’d gone on a personal mission to make her come by just using his fingers. So when she bucks her hips and tries pushing down, metal hand instantly grabs at her hip, holding her firm in place. “Relax, baby girl.” Faint humor in his tone indicates he isn’t close to being done with her. Now with the way he starts searching for a specific pleasure point to send her over the edge. Finger tips will occasionally brush over it, to send jolts of pleasure through her, pleasure that he’ll currently refuse to completely let her indulge in for longer than milliseconds. 

@deathqvccn

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-nuuuuuuudges her URL over then runs away; deathqvccn

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: Uhm, hell. Yes. On every blog.Why Did I Follow Them?: That’s my main squeeze, that’s why.Do We Role Play?: Fuck yeah! Not to mention in depth storyline discussions all the time, and I love it.Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Every verse, every AU, every character, always, yes.An AU Idea For Our Muses: Honestly, the AU we have going on right now is giving me life.A Song For Our Muses: Bryce Fox - Horns Do I Ship Our Muses?: They’re my literal OTP right now, no lie. What I Think About The Mun: I fucking love them to death. Have known them for the longest time, they’re literally part of every character I make, the person I have to talk to everyday and the person that makes me wheeze for my life at 4am. If it weren’t for them constantly encouraging and helping me grow as a writer, I definitely wouldn’t be where I am right now. I could go in forever, but point in case is that I just adore them to death. Overall Opinion: Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10