#yrena

[soleilzing]

Sóley and his sisters, back in simpler days

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[rose7420]

You Gotta Kiss The Girl

A request from @mariigrrl : Loki finds himself caught off guard by the words of tiny Yrena.

Some fluff for ya

The arm of the couch was hard to scale. By the time that Yrena had gotten to the top, she was completely out of breath. By standing up here she could look out the window and see the city streets below. It made her feel normal like she belonged in this world. She sat down and her legs felt instant relief. The human of the house was gone and wouldn’t be back for another day.

Then again he wasn’t entirely human.

Loki apparently was a demigod.

He kept to himself and never brought any guests over except his brother. Thor was a boisterous giant of a man. Especially to Yrena’s two inches. Loki himself was tall, but in a sly quiet way.

The couch was soft under her weight and held her comfortably. She let out a sigh of relief blowing her brown pixie-cut hair away. She closed her eyes promising herself she wouldn’t fall asleep. She only wanted to rest them.

A soft, dulled thud woke her up. She blinked her eyes open surprised to see it was night outside. Streetlights glowed brightly illuminating the passing forms of people. She rose up on one arm and heard the noise again. Only this time she felt it.

Loki.

Immediately her system was awake. She scrambled around trying to gather her bearings. “Why had she fallen asleep?” She thought to herself. Her feet tried to find supportive places on the cushion but the plushness of it failed her. She fell to her belly and flicked her head back to get the hair out of her eyes. When her eyes were uncovered she saw that the area around her was shadier than before. Her head tilted up almost expecting the sight before her.

The giant, Loki, stared down at her wide-eyed. Apparently, he hadn’t expected a little person to be on his furniture when he got back home. His knees were level with the seat of the couch so Yrena had to tilt her head back fully to see him clearly. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears.

Suddenly he started moving. Downwards. She should have run but her limbs were frozen in shock as he became almost at eye level with her form. His skyscraper-sized body had dwindled into the height of a building in seconds. The staring continued.

“So are we gonna kiss or nah?” Yrena blurts.

His nose scrunches as he processes the question.

The distraction gives Yrena a burst of blind courage and adrenaline. She bounces across the cushion ready to launch off the side.

Until a very immense and very pale hand stops her. She slams into the fleshy surface harshly, pressing her own palms onto it to stabilize herself. Even laying sideways, his hand is massive. Her head only reaches his middle finger. She’s completely overpowered.

“What did you say?”

His voice is loud and deep.

Yrena stays still and stops breathing. Her lungs start to tighten. She backs away towards the backrest of the couch and to no surprise is stopped by another hand. When she looks up at his face that looms before her she sees the confusion and intensity written all over it.

She becomes jealous and angry that the battlefield she stands on seems like a mere chessboard to him.

“I-I said are we gonna kiss or nah?”

She swears a light blush dusts his nose this time.

“Why would we kiss?” Loki asks confused. His black hair is tucked behind an ear and some frames the side of his face. He’s attractive she must admit. His striking blue-green eyes are adorned by eyelashes the length of her forearms. His sharp jawline shaved smooth and strong nose straight. She would totally kiss him if his pink lips didn’t span the length of her hip to the tip of her head.

“Um well, you were staring at me… like hardcore,” Yrena says hesitantly.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Loki asks leaning in. His voice is deep with emotion. She can’t tell if he’s stupid or just bold.

Yrena backs right into his palm again. His fingers curl slightly around her back.

“No! Well, I don’t mean it like that. You’re very attractive… who wouldn’t want to kiss you? Well, I guess me but-”

She’s cut off by the slight press of Loki’s lips to her face, shoulder, and torso. Despite their size, they’re gentle and unsure, asking permission. Against her better judgment, she leans in. Her own lips crush hard against his making sure that he feels her. He presses harder and she stumbles from his strength but the hand behind her molds against her generous form supporting her fully. She is in bliss and heaven. Nothing can compare. He is her entire world in this moment. The softness of his lips, the soft gasp he makes when she hits a sensitive spot.

She breaks apart for air. No words come from her gasping breaths, overcome from emotion. Her hair is damp as she runs a hand through it.

Loki sighs above her drawing her attention. His head is tilted slightly giving her a peek of the underside of his chin. He bends down, even more, to have his eyes completely level with her form.

“You’re so small…” He breathes. It’s her turn to blush as a tentative fingertip stretches out inches away from her plump waist. She’s small by human standards but as a tiny, she takes pride in the chubbiness of her stomach and hips. The jiggles of her arms and thighs. Loki’s blue-green eyes flick up to meet her oakwood irises. She nods.

His fingertip is gentle as a soft breeze as it glides over her waist, hips, and thigh.

“So beautiful…” His breath is sweet and warm over her bare arms. She smiles.

His face is close as they share breaths. She reaches for the slope of his nose. Loki leans closer and rests his chin on the couch. His eyes hover right above her, looking down at her small hands.

She runs her fingertips over the pale, smooth skin. Loki closes his eyes in relaxation. He tries to breathe softly, for he fears a breath may blow this moment away.

“Do I meet your standards Little Miss?” He purrs in a low voice.

Yrena smiles up, laying a palm on his cheekbone.

“Oh most definitely.”

Loki sweeps her up off the couch smothering her with another kiss.

[enochianphan]

I was just searching up names and this came up. I thought of yrene and then thought itd be cool to share this lol

[laerel]

Happy 20th Anniversary of Final Fantasy VII!!!!!!!

As a fan, I’m so happy that I can celebrate this day! Rufus Shinra and the Turks mean a lot to me and I also love the main characters!

Too bad I couldn’t draw them either!( But I’m sure many other artists would)

By the way I am uploading 2 versions. 

1. With Rude’s Sunglasses 2. Without Sunglasses

[unbearable-lightness-of-ink]

For the OC ask meme and in light of your reveal on vampires' code of conduct (which I can't find anymore?? Did I dream that) (also I suck at remembering names so I hope this is the right name. I also hope it's the right character): Yrena, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?

(You did not dream it! It’s in this one right here.)

If I were to admit the wildest thing I’ve done, I could be executed by my own queen-in-waiting—or, far more likely, by my lieutenant. But within realm of cultural mores I’ve broken with impunity… In, oh, the early 1920s, let’s say, I met a wolf for whom I almost considered abdicating my coven. Almost a century later, I not only allowed him not only to settle his pack within my territory, but actually guaranteed their safety.

[yrena-rp-blog]

Brent Parker l 18 l Skin Walker l FC flexible: Francisco Lachowski Brent is another one of the ones in Basc. Often, there are times where Brent wakes up at night in a cold sweat from awakening from a nightmare. Based on his own and others dreams, he can analyze them and foretell something that may be coming. Only sometimes does Brent ever feel a "premonition" coming when he is conscious. The dreams have enabled him to really interconnect with other's as well as his own inner emotions, truly developing powers of a so-called empath. The visions and pieced together dreams have saved them from capture, as well as in battles. It is not an uncommon occurrence and it's incredibly handy. Despite what he does know about his powers, Brent is still a skin walker, a shape shifter in all human form. Once the fields have been overridden or destroyed, could Brent be able to "shed" his own skin into the form of someone else. Ideally speaking could he sneak them anywhere with this ability.  Brent is confident and fun. He's the jokester and definitely likes a laugh. Whenever someone is down he's always there to help. Unlike anyone else he is able to fully understand the emotions of everyone around him and that to him can be a blessing but occasionally it can be a curse.