#hells teeth

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everything is better with some smoky floofers

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“I hear he’s loaned off his personal guard dog to look after his prized love.”

“She may not need that protection.”

“How come?”

“A poppy may have thorns as much as a wolf may have claws”

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Sakarr outfits for @opheliassinbin and myself. I tried to generate a rockabilly/sci-fi outfit for Ophelia and it kind of worked? collar is meant to look like poppy petals. red and bronze/copper colours for the dress too, with black metallic deco

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67 and 47. With whomever

67. “We need to talk.” + 47. “I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you.”

I’m basically doing heavy emotion/light-hearted/heavy emotion/light-hearted with these.

so uh, fuck it. Hell’s Teeth. we’ve left that aside too long.

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“We need to talk.”

Oh joy. Oh fucking disastrous joy. I clenched my teeth together at the sound of that phrase, and turned to Loki with as much of a neutral look as I could muster. We were still in the Grandmaster’s party after all, and if I looked anything other than neutral or pleased, there’d be Problems.

“Do you want to talk here, or privately?”, I said.

“Where do you think?”, Loki said, voice dropping ever so slightly even though the pleasantries smile was kept in place. Privately then. That I was glad about. Offering him an arm, we exited through one of the side-doors, giving the Grandmaster an extra wave and receiving a far too long ‘you two have fun’ wink in return. 

Two corridors and an extra room later, Loki stopped in some extravagant lounging room and I took it as cue to exhale, pulling the helm off my head and dropping it on the floor.

“Fuck me”, I muttered. “Okay, I know we need to talk and all but my dresser’s put this fucking corset on far too tightly this morning and I’ve been dying to breath all day.” Beginning to fiddle with the corset clasps, I eyed Loki across the room. His posture had also greatly relaxed, as he dropped the heavy silken cape over a chair and sat down in it. He was more reluctant to leave the smooth words and posturing of the halls behind him, but being out from under the Grandmaster’s eye did seem to garner some relief. Not much though - as the smile had vanished, he was now watching me with a serpent’s glare.

“You need to watch your behaviour”, he said sharply. 

“I’m sorry?”, I gasped out, a shocked laugh on my lips. “Which one of us has been on this glittered-up waste of a planet for longer?”

“You may have lived here for longer but I know how to survive here”, Loki snapped. “You’ve been looking too distant. Thoughtful. A toy of the Grandmaster doesn’t look thoughtful. It reeks of something behind the scenes, of some hope they’re not willing to talk about.”

“Because the arrival of a damned Asgardian doesn’t ignite some hope I’ll get off of here?”, I retorted.

“Getting off of here isn’t an option.”

“Then maybe there’s the option of no longer being the Grandmaster’s toy! Or yours for that matter!” I gritted my teeth. “Honestly, ever since he ‘gifted’ me over to you, you’ve been stifling! I just, I feel like I can’t even breath around you. Not without acting out of place.” 

“Are you sure that’s not the corset?”

“Shut up”, I grunted, still searching for the damned clasps. Loki watched me struggle, before standing and walking over. 

“Hold still for a moment”, he muttered, and I heard a click and felt something loosen. So I stood still. “You have the Grandmaster’s trust. I want that as well. I don’t want it lost for either of us over some silly ideal.”

“Heh, if you taught me to act like you could then maybe it’d be of benefit to both of us”, I said with a wheezing laugh. With a final clk, the corset loosened completely and I inhaled deeply. Looking back, I saw a smirk curling over Loki’s face.

“I think that arrangement may indeed be of benefit to both of us.”

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gee wow, your self-insert gets two outfits??

yep. the overly stylised and uncomfortable looking armour dress is her Sakaar outfit aka Fenris, the shirt and jeans is her rescued Midgard outfit (and yeah there’s Dog in the background too)

feat. s-i and Loki interactions

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my first thought when I considered a Loki/me fusion was ‘this is going to be one hell of a train wreck’

and they are. 

I mean, yes, when you fuse a diviner/summoner and a God then the end result is going to be a magic-based powerhouse. but Loki is a two-faced liar who constantly makes decisions on a dime for (primarily) his own benefit, and I am an exceptionally emotional individual who has issues deciding what to have for lunch. we both have common ground on self-survival at least, which is why our fusion Laufrey looks moderately presentable instead of a slavering power-ridden monster. 

their two gems are a polished and well cut forehead-based moldavite for Loki, and a kinda scruffy heart-based amethyst for me. the outfit is a lovely green and black mesh of Midgard- and Asgardian fashion

yes they have an extra mouth. it has a lot of very pointy teeth, and only opens to scream in anger or fear. 

@hardcoreshippingmyself I DID IT

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thanks to @citrus-selfinserts I’ve been thinking about #hells-teeth on Midgard-*cough*-Earth

it’s been a few years since the New York invasion so thankfully Loki doesn’t have people screaming and running away every ten feet 

no Germany trips allowed

fashion disaster duo: trash Goth bi accompanying Mister Refined 

introducing Loki to coffee is hilarious because he thinks it’s disgusting but downs it anyway and ends up vibrating most of the day

in return he introduces me to hot mead which is great for winter but I have the alcohol tolerance of a bug 

no seriously I get tipsy off mead I’M A WEAKLING

Salt Buddies

“wow, yeah, sure, just try to run me over why don’t you” “last time I checked Midgardian vehicles had signal lights, didn’t they?”

I can’t drive and Loki doesn’t have a driver’s licence so I get to introduce him to public transport. 

two buses in and he’s trying to argue he can just illusion my licence to make it valid and I’m arguing I’ve only had 3 months of practise

BONUS ROUND:

Loki turns up to my workplace and I nearly choke on my morning coffee

“is that what you do all day?” “it’s either this or manically panicking about setting up for participants”

“....can’t it go any faster?” “not really” 

Loki spinning himself on wheelie chairs because he’s bored

me having to awkwardly explain why I’m being tailed by a sharply dressed man who sometimes make green glowing lights before something odd happens

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sorry I’ve been inactive have some helmet/crown designs with a wolf motif (and also fancy make-up)

@selfinsertheaven the Thing

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🌹 - Loki is…..rly startled by Dog to start off with (considering it’s a skull-faced canine-bear shadow familiar, that is fair). But he gets casual quickly enough, patting the skull whenever it’s summoned or cooing when he thinks I’m not listening. Dog is very approving of this attention.