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[Nosy anon questions! ❤ List your Tumblr senpais ❤ List the people you want to rp with most right now ❤ List the blogs you think need more love ❤ Pass this along to 10 others!]
You're not on anon you know.
❤ You.
You.
And You.
[Text] Hey girl! I made death by chocolate cheesecake. Since, it's V-day and all. Want some?
[SMS] God yes. Your place or mine?
Another Training Partner?? (valkyrieassassinspy)
Kelda was late again for training time with Natasha in Stark tower she raced into the building showing her guest badge she hopped into the elevator out of breath she rode it all way to the gym level.
Kelda smiled before fixing herself she heard the elevator ding as the doors open she raced into the gym she noticed another woman who wasn't Natasha.
"Umm, excuse me do you know where Natasha is."
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▽ if you'd like a starter.
Well Darling if you wish it then I shall push this little peanut mind and produce you a starter.))
00:00:00
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
"That... That isn't our agreement...?" He hesitates to say, looking back at his wrist, and then back at Juliet, repeating a few more times before finally stopping; he's clearly shocked although confusion is also mixed in there.
"Does your's...?" He asks, pointing to her wrist, hoping (for some odd reason-denial and fear, maybe) that he had been wrong, it had been someone else, that he didn't need to face commitment so quickly.
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Val was curled in the chair of the observation room as best she could, hands cuffed to the table in front of her because she was a 5150, a harm to herself or to others. She was more bony than the sleek form she'd been, she was starving, slowly losing her body with the slow, corrosive degrade of being seperated from Yggdrasil. She hadn't set foot on soil in near a year.
"Why is she cuffed, you know that causes her anxiety!"
At least her 'therapist' understood.
"She tried to tear her 'wings' off again."
A patient sigh from her therapist and a muttered, "not again."
She just wanted to die now but she didn't even have enough magic left to summon her wings from her glamour and rip them off herself. She had finally lost her focus, lost her balance between reality, her memories, and her nightmares. She was Foresworn twice over. She deserved no promise of service in Valhalla, because she had failed him. Hot tears welled in her eyes and slowly dripped down her cheeks. She was his death, he believed her his salvation.
And she simply brought him damnation.
She didn't bother to look up, sunken shadows surrounding now dull black eyes, the gold ring around her pupil gone brown with her decay of magic. her hair was limp, her skin colorless.
To starve a Valkyrie, was to ensure the cruelest torture.
"Valerie, you have a visitor."
Eyes slowly lifted, unashamed and uncaring of the tears falling across her face. A familiar perfume filled her nose and the tears fell faster.
"Sister," Val rasped, speaking for the first time in weeks. "Please kill me. Just let me die, please." She begged, stretching her cuffed hands as far forward as she could, skeletal looking fingers reaching beseechingly.
"Please. I just want to be with him again." Val bowed her head in obeisance, paying deference to the one who could kill her, bring her mercy. "Please."
Truth X2
What is your secret fetish?
"... oh god... umm being restrained. Like really restrained, not handcuffs or anything I can break easily. So likely a partner holding me down. I do have a harder time with rope than metal though."
Who was the last person you sexted?
"Umm no one actually. I don't think I ever have. I've sent 'Come here right now' texts but that doesn't count."
Beach Bonfire || Otters
"She is," Juliet replied with a nod, nuzzling closer to him. She loved when she got to be with him like this and didn’t think that it happened often enough. They had both been too stressed of late and probably needed more time together to sooth and balance themselves.
She leaned up an her elbow, startled by his words. “You two got into a physical fight and you didn’t tell me?” She nearly cried out with the words, not believing that he wouldn’t tell something that important. However, she also knew that he meant it when he said that he wanted to fix things, therefore, she pressed her lips to his for a fierce kiss. “Of course I will help you. I love you, Thor.”
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"Hey now! None of that. Or we will be disappearing into a tent before we have even had anytime with our siblings." He laughed quietly with his words, as he moved back slightly. He wanted to spend time with her, sure. However, he had also come to spend time with his sister and new brother.
Thor grimaced at the shock. "Yes we fought." Thor admitted and pulled her close. "Thank you, I am hoping I can fix things with her this excursion. I at least am looking forward to trying." Thor chuckled lightly under her kiss and stroked her hair once they pulled away, listening to his sister's laughter and the sound of his new brother's laughter with a smile.
"Do you want to join them, beloved?" He asked quietly and sat up slighlty on his elbows. "Let's go, the water looks enticing to play in." He hadn't been back to the beach since she died on it, but once with Valerie and Steve, when he learned to surf. He stood and offered his hand to her with a small smile.
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Val huffed at him but grinned and her eyes sparkled for him. "Awww okay I'll try and behave." She teased and bobbed closer towards him, teasing a finger down his abs. "I pinky swear I'll be good." The wicked smirk tugging at her lips belied that as false. She loved teasing him, or getting him hot and bothered for her, it made her particularly gleeful to exact some of his own kind of revenge.
"Can I at least snuggle close?" She pouted pitifully. "I'm so cold." She teased, curling her arms around her and hunching forward, doing no purpose other than fluffing her cleavage making it look damn good. She gave him a sad look, with full pouty lower lip, and a sorrowful dark eyes looking up at him from under her lashes. Let's see how well the puppy eyes work on him. She grinned to herself.