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Ship name ; Ace + Loki
Who would be the big spoon?Totally would be Loki, no question about it.
Who would wake up first?Either of them might wake up first. Maybe they’d even make it a game who wakes up first and gets to wake up the other in the most mischievous ways.
Do they have nicknames for each other?Loki calls her ‘Storyteller’ while Ace calls him ‘God of Dorks’ (in a loving way of course)
What happened when they met each other’s parents?Loki would probably prank Ace’s not-so-loving parents, maybe transform them into a pair of newts or toads. Yet as much as Ace doesnt get along with her parents, she might become upset at Loki turning her parents tiny and slimy cause she doesn’t want to cause any trouble.Ace on the other hand, would probably be extremely respectful towards Loki’s parents, probably she’d be nervous around them, definitely shy. I think she’d get along really well with Frigga though once they get to know each other. I can imagine her giving Ace the motherly love she never had from her own mother ;w;
How do they apologise after an argument?Present each other with cabbages. The gift is so cringe-worthy that they’d forget the argument. Maybe even throw the cabbages and turn it into a dodgeball fight. No but seriously, they will eventually swallow their pride and apologize if they know they were wrong.
What would they be like as parents?I think given that they have both been left in the shadows by their parents, they’d be very loving and sweet, making sure their child(ren) get lots of attention and especially affection.
Who is the better cook?Probably Loki. Ace is a terrible cook so she’d no doubt ask him to concoct things to eat.
Who is more romantic?Loki. Ace is an awkward and oblivious bunny -w-
What sort of gifts do they get for each other?Ace would proudly give him little things she created herself. Loki would probably gift her special things from other realms, things that cannot be found on Midgard.
Who gets jealous easiest?Loki.
Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?Ace is the excitable one when it comes to events. Except for April’s Fools day, that’s Loki’s special day. She doesn’t look too forward to that event.
Who is the most adventurous?They both are adventurous, though I imagine Loki takes it a step further than Ace cause he’s more hardy and has magic at his disposal and all that.
Who is the most protective?When it comes to physical protection, it’s Loki ensuring that no harm befalls Ace. Though when it comes to mental health, it’s Ace looking out for Loki.
What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?I think they’d both be kind of silent children, but not needing a lot of words to understand each other. They can just peacefully sit together and enjoy the clouds, or plot mischief when they feel like it. Probably the same as they are now, although maybe they were a little more innocent, without their darker backstory.
*BONUS: Song to sum them up?*Hrm not quite perfect yet, but the first thing that entered my mind was Cry by Mandy Moore, from Ace's POV. Maybe I’ll come up with something better later.
Do I ship it?
NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP (I think I ship them more as platonic close friends than having a romantic relationship though)
[If I may kindly request ‘costume ball’ drabble from the list;]
[ Bestows a pair of lovely diamond symbols; ]
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❝He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.❞ — Samuel Johnson
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The clock on the bedside table reads 1:15, the red of its numbers rivaling the color of his hair, except one of them is natural, unlit by the modern sorcery known as “electricity.” His heart beats a mile a minute, sweat clinging to him like a vine. “…Shit,” he pants. Once he regains his breath, he turns to the packed devil next to the clock, lighting one of the cancer sticks with a tainted flame emitted from his thumb. The nightmare stole his breath, yet he seeks solace in the thief of his lungs. Both are regular. How’s that for irony? He thinks to himself with bitter humor. A full moon beams within the sky’s black velvet embrace, unchallenged by the smattering of stars surrounding it. Despite this, the moon was always lonely. He glances over to his leather jacket with the crescent moon affixed to the back, draped casually over the chair. Ah, yes. Kindred souls.
His eyes focus lazily on the panorama outside his window, recalling the dream like a film roll butchered by hungry scissors. It had him. Again. That fucking snake. If only his ancestors hadn’t been so easily seduced by its power, he might not be curs—
Lub-dub.
His heart constricts like a vice. The suddenness of it causes his hand to clench and flecks of ash spill onto the bed like a black Christmas. Broken remains of the cigarette rest in his palm. The snuffed out cherry burns him, but its pain is dwarfed, measly in comparison to what’s swarming within him.
Lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub.
The pace increases. His leather choker is increasingly too tight around his neck. Pain etches itself upon his features with the keenness of a sculptor’s knife, sans the tenderness.
Lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub!
He makes a sound of agony, a marriage of growl and roar. Fire zigzags through his veins worse than any fever, causing him to sweat more. He wields flame, but this heat is something different. Not that, he thinks, not this again. It’s happened before and he detests it every time. He can never escape, unlike the little brat that was its primary vessel before. Its forms can vary and its blood runs through the veins of a few, as it is the ancient emissary of Gaia, bent on eliminating humanity for the defilement of nature. Maidens were sacrificed in hopes of appeasing its wrath, but nothing slaked its abhorrence. A voice chuckles and slithers within his mind, a beguiling medley of genders, ages, people — fluid and eerie and beautiful and terrible:
“ ʏ̟̓ᴏ̖̈ᴜ̘̿ ̬͌ᴛ̘̂ʜ̻͝ᴏ̟͘ᴜ̌͜ɢ̡̉ʜ̮̈́ᴛ̹͌ ̫̐ɪ͖̒ ̻͝ᴡ̥̐ᴀ̤̍s̯̔ ̧͘ᴀ̼̌ ̰̔ᴅ͖̈ʀ̟̅ᴇ̥̌ᴀ̼͐ᴍ͔̅?̫̀ “
His mouth parts to say “get the fuck out of my head” but a spray of blood joins the ash on the once-pristine sheets instead.
Pins and needles are in ignited within his blood and it screams. He screams. Tufts of smoky breath curl from between his gnashing teeth. Feral are his fingers as they scratch the wall, clawing through them on instinct. All vestiges of humanity are gone from his eyes — two pupil-less suns blaze in their place. Howling bedlam roams the streets, stopping only when the beast within decides to give him reprieve.
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▶Muses: Iori Yagami and (Yamata no) Orochi▶Origin: King of Fighters series▶Company: SNK/SNK-Playmore
rokkalda
[text] Remind me to never tell Thor and Steve to have a drinking contest [text] Your brother insisted in braiding my hair... [text] and the hair of everyone in the tower
As If I Haven't Lost Enough
Now, it seems that I 've lost everything I've every written. All my fanfiction and original writing has dissappeared from my flash drive. Now, I really do have nothing.
Breaking it down
So I have 3 1/2 weeks until the end of the semester. I will have a few days of then I go to New Orleans for a week. So there will be two weeks I will have a Queue set up to make sure I stay active and I will do replies, stick them in the Queue, when I have free time.
As for right now:
Figigured out how to make Chrome accept more than one account thanks to the wonderful help of THIS PERSON in my OC. go love on her cause she made jumping blogs and switching accounts much easier for me, allowing me to be more active.
Any way:
School is coming to a close and I have a bunch of papers. But I WILL STILL BE ACTIVE!
I am working on replies today. i know I owe.
mischiefwithabite ~ I have owed you forever!
loki-of—asgard ~ I have owed you forever
rokkalda ~ I noticed the name change... we are all good :D
son-of-fire-and-ice ~ I just found the reply! I'm sorry
thatstherumour ~ You wrote me a beautiful starter... I have to respond
If I owe you and I did not list you, let me know? I don't bite I promise!
Oh, if you have the time.... and want to check out my OC Image or my myth based (With a twist) Narvi you totally should. I would love to interact with you there. and on my travels to New Orleans I will me on my personal.
much love
~Kaitlyn
[ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ѕᴀy ɢᴏᴏᴅʙyᴇ ]
Loki, I don’t have a lot of time to write this, so I’ll keep it short: Unless your magic is better than I expected, we probably won’t meet again. By the time you read this I’m likely dead. I made some stupid mistakes and I hope you can forgive me for them. I’m sorry you have to find out this way, through a piece of paper. I’ve had a lot of wonderful times with you atleast so I’m happy I got to meet you! You’re pretty neat, for the god of mischief, and you better make extra mischief on my behalf from here on. Maybe I’ll come visit as a ghost to help out sometime, heh.Well there isn’t time left. Take care, alright?-Ace ♥
