May 22, 2018
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“That a threat, small fry? Might wanna choose your words when daddy’s not around.”
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“That a threat, small fry? Might wanna choose your words when daddy’s not around.”
laufayeson replied to your post “pssssssssst @multimuseum thinking of you.”
you are so amazing, my love. i really needed this laugh, thank you! you are the sunshine of my life and really, i wish more people in my world knew about you. my amazing, smart, sexy girlfriend. <3
awww, babe! you shouldn’t have!!
laufayeson replied to your post: How about an au were Faye doesn’t die??????
How can Atreus hope to be a Disney prince with LIVING PARENTS.
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Even with his vision briefly deprived, Jack knew and perceived every move. For the man with senses so keen and reflexes so quick, it was a mere disadvantage - very sounds the machine issued was too loud to miss its blow. However, the fate brought him another matter to worry...
Loki...
With the foe down, the warrior rushed towards his injured companion - one look at the wound was enough for the one to be overtaken by panic. Trying to gather his swarming thoughts, he shifted gaze between the other’s face and the blade in his chest, deep hushed breaths escaped him as well as he did his best to control himself. Dark brown eyes widened with the request reached his ears.
Pull it out?!... Was he a madman?!...
He will...
And yet young man obeyed, for a moment squinting shut when his hands quickly pulled the weapon out, only for his sight to grow wider anew as he watched the barely bleeding gap starting to regenerate. Rising back to the feet, he learned the reason then, certain memories finally emerged out the depths of his mind as he realized why the man in front of him seemed so familiar. Still, it was a little that mattered for Jack at now.
Now, when his emotions were too overwhelming to suppress...
His palm clenched into the fist with as less than an instant was taken for it to be thrown right into Loki’s nose, the punch was not too heavy to break it yet palpable enough for the trickster to feel the pain. The utter anger was readable in the expression of the former prince - nothing but the defensive concealment of his true feelings.
It didn’t matter if Loki was the very same god...
His recklessness led to avoidable harm and anguish...
“...”
“ norns! what the actual hel?! ”
to no-one’s suprise loke jumped in suprise, and yelped. a loud, thunder-like sound exploded to the left of the loptr, followed by blinding light filled with the colors of a rainbow — the bifröst? he turned to look at the strange, violent phenomenon, but was met by the sparking beam punching him straight in the face as it broke through whatever barrier was between it and reality. then, as if he had not already lost his footing, another collision was delivered to the front of his torso. a creature flew into him, and caused the god to fall to the ground with it laying ontop of him. this it was more like a he; a boy. huh. curious.
he groaned languidly; after a blow to his face, and then to his whole body, he certainly was feeling the impact. he ached, the air punched right out of him. but more importantly, who was the kid? something about him felt familiar, but loke was not focused enough to feel the answer right now.
“ mind getting off me? i’m — ah. i’m not a bed. ”
@laufayeson // starter
grandmaster to atreus: "so uh, could you draw me? i mean, uh, come back in a few years when you've uh, the MATURITY to draw what i'm uh, looking for."
max. my love. my darlingest dear. light of my life. nearest my heart.
we have s t a n d a r d s on this blog. this is not the kind of quality that meets them.
i’m so sorry, i hate to say this, but.
that was the sound of us breaking up.
eh. fuck it. || @laufayeson
“Krater and Atrium, huh? Sounds like a, uh, a trip.”
The Grandmaster gives Atrium a thin smile before taking the book up in one long hand, eyeing the work critically. The kid's...actually pretty talented. Bored with the musclebound scowler depicted already, he rifles through a few of the other pages, eyes glazing over text he can't be bothered to read, sharpening at the images. He scratches under his right eye with the opposite hand as he thinks. Interesting. This kid's - mm, yeah. Interesting.
“So you’re...what? A father-son Artist’s Guild? Pops doesn’t look like, ah, comes with the - DELICATE kinda sensibilities for art.” Not that the Grandmaster exactly inhabits those sensibilities himself.
sb: tells the grandmaster their name me, an actual goblin: yesgood, gives to me the names to mangle! >:D