#osaetti

[deephex]

continued from [x] | @osaetti

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆  ʟɪɢʜᴛ  ɢʀᴇᴇɴ  ʜᴜᴇꜱ  ꜰʟᴀꜱʜ  with  vulnerability  for  a  second  before  she  quickly  masks  it,  absentmindedly  fiddling  with  one  of  the  many  rings  that  adorn  her  fingers.  ❝  i…  no,  it  doesn't  offend  me.  ❞  wanda  pauses  for  a  second,  tilting  her  head  to  the  side.  ❝  the  amount  of  pain  my  powers  have  caused  does  make  it  hard  for  me  to  believe  you  though.  ❞  she  catches  the  way  he  deflects  her  comment  but  chooses  not  to  push  it.

[cinderedgrief]

"or before they discover us" || here || @osaetti

There was only a brief shriek in the Force before anything happened. In fact, if he had to compare it to anything, it felt like he was hit by a thermal imploder and a flash grenade at the same time. Alarms blared in his ship as it lurched out of hyperspace and then spun.

Bron'ig flew back. Just as he crossed the viewport, he saw the gaping tear in space, panic flooding through him. He could do nothing else as his head collided with the hull with a crack, warmth pooling at the back of his head, and then nothing.

When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that it was absolutely freezing. Bron'ig pulled himself up, taking in his surroundings as pain exploded at the back of his head, nausea finding a home in his abdomen.

( PAIN. PAIN. PAIN. )

The pain blossomed, and then the power surged through his veins and settled in his chest as he gathered it around him and stood. It didn't take him too long to locate his helmet and lightsaber. He clipped the lightsaber to the small of his back, hiding it, and then donned his helmet.

Outside his ship, the smoking husk stood stark against the unending freezing wasteland before him. Did he take a wormhole to Hoth?

Thankfully, through the Force and his suit, he could walk through the never-ending cold without a problem. For a bit. This was the first time he had ever really experienced a Mandalorian suit in subfreezing temperatures.

Thanks to the natural properties of Beskar, he was already protected from the cold, and his suit was at the highest level one could get. Unfortunately, that did nothing for the battery of his helmet, the rebreather, and the heating matrix at the back of his suit.

Already, he had gotten low-power notices, the suit working on overdrive to protect him from the harsh environments.

( YOU CANNOT DIE HERE. )

( YOU HAVE WORK TO DO. )

( MAUL STILL LIVES. )

A frustrated snarl escaped him as he pushed himself harder until, eventually, Force thanking, he found someone.

Just as he's contemplating whether or not to trust the stranger who is dressed in attire most definitely not suitable for the weather, a horn blows. Bron'ig's spin straightens, hand instinctively flying to one of the blasters strapped at his waist.

There's no scream, no warning, no nothing from the Force, right? So he takes that as a good sign and nods his head.

"Alright, lead the way." And he hopes that the other has some semblance of where they are and how they can get his ship repaired.

[fablealyn]

♬ = singing to them. ( any norse muse! ) memes | accepting | @osaetti

The room is dark, say for the small unburning fire his father had magicked. Leaving the room with a warm glow. Váli had woken abruptly, as he often does. A crying, yelping sound tearing its way through the silence of night. Drawing his father quickly to his aide. Where he is now. Small arms cling to Loki as tight as Váli can manage. Still completely spent from the torturous nightmare and lack of sleep. His little bodyweight given entirely to the embrace, turning to press himself firmly against Loki’s chest.

Heavy eyelids flutter closed as Váli drifts into a peaceful thoughtlessness, focusing only on the steady beating of his father’s heart and the soft, gentle melody. The terror gripping Váli’s chest loosens. Something he cannot name rights inside of him. The tears slow, his breaths grow steadier. Váli feels the familiar draw of slumber pulling at him, and it takes little time for him to return to his dreams. Dreams, not the nightmare he had endured. With his father’s voice, the words and tune echoing in his mind, it is sure to keep any nightmares at bay.

[deephex]

@osaetti asked : 「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆  ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ  ʜᴀᴅ  ʙᴇɢᴜɴ  ᴛᴏ  visit  loki  more  and  more  over  the  past  few  months,  she  had  grown  increasingly  more  comfortable  in  his  presence.  there  was  just  something  about  the  god  that  made  her  feel  at  peace  with  herself.  they  had  shared  a  few  kisses  as  time  had  gone  on  and  each  one  made  the  witch  blush  like  it  was  the  first  one  she  had  ever  received.  that  was  just  the  effect  he  had  on  her.

        they  had  been  sat  next  to  each  other,  hands  laced  together  as  they  talked  about  nothing  important.  wanda's  head  had  come  to  rest  on  his  shoulder  before  she  had  shifted  and  laid  it  in  his  lap,  legs  extended  out  along  the  couch.  her  eyes  fluttered  closed  and  a  content  smile  had  settled  on  her  tanned  features.

        ring  adorned  fingers  absentmindedly  began  to  play  with  loki's  as  she  laid  there  happily.  that  was  until  she  felt  his  free  hand  settle  on  her  thigh  and  squeeze.  her  eyes  fluttered  open  and  she  looked  up  at  him  through  her  lashes,  cheeks  flushing  a  pretty  shade  of  red  as  she  gave  him  a  shy  smile.  ❝  you  know  i'm  yours,  right?  ❞  she  murmured,  insinuating  that  his  hand  could  travel  higher  should  he  want  it  to.

[etoilebleu]

@osaetti cont.

rán furrowed her brows, giving loki a searing pout while she crossed her arms, the annoyance and frustration so hot that you could fry an egg. " hmph. " she dramatically turned, putting her back to him.

" let me make it clear that I most certainly am NOT being silent because YOU told me to. rather so that I want to. because I have NOTHING to say to you. " quietly tapping her foot for a few moments.

though after a few moments of silence, her frown began to crack, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth while she took a peek from the corner of her eye, turning her head ever so slightly.

she kept her voice low. " ...and what exactly are you doing? "

[etoilebleu]

@osaetti cont.

hands were raised in his way of giving a lighthearted white flag, keeping still until loki decided to rid of his weapon. thankfully. aegir's brow furrowed in curiosity, tilting his head.

" that's a bit rude. " adjusting his tunic. " when have I been one to negatively meddle in your... affairs? " tossing his chin upwards but keeping his distance. he knew loki probably had his reasons.

" all I wanted to say....is that it's good to see you. " beaming toward the end of his sentence. honestly---no one had seen loki in what felt like forever. though it was probably because no one wanted to. it was a complete accident that he had stumbled upon the prince. of all people to find him first.

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booooooooones !! this is so sweet, i'm actually gonna cry. thank you, you've made my day !

[medusx]

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eeeeeee bones !! right back at you!! thank you lovely <3