Loki falls to Midgard from the void and starts getting as high a job as possible so he can have as much money as possible. This just so happens to come in the form of him using his knowledge to work his way up the ranks of Stark Industries, eventually working with the great Tony Stark himself, and forming an attachment to the genius. When he’s attacked by the Ten Rings, Loki outs himself by using his magic to find him and bring him back, saving Yinsen and Tony. Tony was there long enough to have the idea of Ironman form though, and proceeds to make it to save the people overseas. Loki unearths Obadiah’s scheme, and they both balance each other’s mental problems out, finally ending with a healthy psyche for each of them.
They should know he's a guy by now but anyways how are u doing today ?
// Well between dealing with a handful of people stealing, tracing, and otherwise reposting my art, telling me I’m wrong for politely calling them out and handling it like an adult in DMs, trying to help handle the #savebendy bullshit, people ripping off my designs for Lendy & Acute & Alice, having my characters misgendered repeatedly after already making a post on the matter, being insulted directly to my face on a handful of servers, handling some personal drama, and generally feeling alone in groups of people (not their fault) I’ve been… okay. Mostly just extremely tired and admittedly a bit pissy. I haven’t hardly eaten this week and today I can’t stop so if I don’t post a lot its because I’ve made myself sick, sorry in advance.
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold. Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end… that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo’s story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him… save one.
soulmateAU: when your soulmate eats something you grave what they are eating! please! I mean Will poor poor Will graving human meat? goddamnit or Hannibal graving fast food? xD well this can be angsty or funny! :^)
I couldn’t decide between angsty or funny so I wrote both! :D
For the first year, he doesn’t mind it.
The menu doesn’t vary much. It’s mostly cooked fish, steamed vegetables (usually string beans), nicely fluffed rice. It’s whiskey most nights and coffee most mornings (and some mornings it’s coffee and whiskey). It’s the occasional Hershey’s chocolate bar, which makes Hannibal’s palate wince - he really thought he’d taught Will how to appreciate a nice bitter dark chocolate, but he supposes some habits are hard to break.
It’s fresh lemon pie in the summer, and warm cider with rum in the winter. It’s the beef stew that Hannibal gave him the recipe for, made with a really lovely bordeaux.
It’s lomo saltado, once, although there’s a saltwater aftertaste that’s unmistakable.
All of these tastes, lingering in the back of Hannibal’s throat, dancing on the edges of his senses, he savours. Because it’s a small piece of Will that he can still cling to within these white, lifeless walls. It’s why he behaves so perfectly for his guards - the most gentlemanly of murderers - and it works. Works so well that they grant him special meal privileges, all so that Will can still taste Hannibal’s cooking, now and then.
But even that small thread can bring the deepest of pain when tugged too tight, and it does just that on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon.
The day that Hannibal tastes wedding cake on his tongue.
It’s a light sponge, perfectly moist with a dark chocolate buttercream. A simple cake, but well made. The taste makes Hannibal want to vomit.
Then he tastes the ghosting press of fingers as they playfully shove the cake in his - Will’s - face, and he does vomit then.
He retches in his tiny porcelain toilet with violent force, and he holds the stale acrid tang of it in his mouth before he spits, hoping that somewhere far away Will gets a taste.
Then he rinses his mouth out, splashes water on his face, and lies down in his grey cot. He stares up at the void of the ceiling and wishes he could never taste anything ever again.
Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
Aer ( @pinesmoke ) and I are so cute? We wear the compass necklace (with “B”ill and “D”ipper charms I bought for our Pirate Gravity Falls cosplays) and then the Millennium Puzzle and Ring cause we’re also heartshipping trash like god bless
Prompt: you’re sick and Harry helps take care of you.
Who: Y/N and Harry
Word Count: 1020
Harry didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how someone could be so kind, so warm, so beautiful. He didn’t understand how she was so smart yet so stupid. She had a future she was in college, she was studying and working towards her dreams, yet she spent her time with him. She spent her nights at his place, she spent nights worrying about him when he was gone.
Harry was amazed. He was amazed at how big her heart is, how she always wanted him to be happy. He was amazed at how just loved everyone and everything. He was amazed at how she could find a positive spin on just about anything.
He loved coming home and seeing her cooking, or sleeping, or studying. He loved watching her sit at the table, her eyes fighting to stay opened as she studied. He loved watching her cooking and singing to herself. Every little thing he found himself more and more in love.
“Hi kitten,” he whispered as he spotted her at the small table that sat in the kitchen.
He hated that he couldn’t offer her more, he hated that he had to worry if the doors were locked at night. He hated that the only place he could afford was a one bedroom in the scariest part of town. He hated that he couldn’t buy her a house like she deserved. A house with a pool and a white picket fence, a house that has a basement, a house with stairs. A house that didn’t have mice running around.
She sat at the table, her head laying on her textbook, her eyes closed. The eyes Harry had grown to love, the eyes that light up every time he walked in a room. The eyes that gave him such a warm welcoming look every time she saw him.
“Kitten,” he whispered softly, gently brushing the hair from her face.
Her cheeks were soft and slightly warm, he pressed his hand on her forehead it was warmer than usual. He frowned, he had seen her coughing and sneezing, her appetite decreasing. He kept telling her she was getting sick and every time she would tell him that she never gets sick.
“Hi,” her warm angelic voice filled his ears. She shifted, lifting her head up and rubbing her eyes. Her eyes met his, lighting up as they usually did. She gives him a small smile and he can tell she’s tired.
“You’re sick,” Harry says, kneeling down in front of her.
“’m not,” she mumbled, her smile fading, “just a little tired.”
“And why is that?” He asked.
“I had lab today,” she answered, and Harry knew how much she just hated the three hour class, “and my partner didn’t do anything, and I had two quizzes and an essay, a-and my shift was so long. It’s so cold outside as well.”
She yawns and Harry chuckled, “y/n,” he sighs, he hardly every called her by her name, it was usually kitten or love sometimes a babe, but usually it was a nickname.
“Harold,” she teased.
“You’re sick, c'mon,” he mumbled standing and helping her up.
“Only a little lap,” she frowned, “do you have to work tonight?”
He did, he really needed to extra shift. He was fighting to make ends meet. He needed the bill to be paid, the rent, the heat had gone up as winter kept approaching, and he had been saving for the ring. It was expensive but when he walked by the shop he could see her. He could see her wearing it, he could see her in the diamond. But the ring was worth at least two years of rent and he had been saving up for a good year now. He was almost there, picking up more shifts, getting a second job.
“I do, I’m sorry love,” he says, helping her into bed.
He pulls the blanket over her shivering body and watches her frown. All she wanted was to rest and lay with him all day.
“But it’s snowing pretty badly,” she whispered, worried. The roads were all icy and it was hard to see, the thought of Harry being out there made her worry.
“I’ll be okay, it’s only four hours.”
“Let me go with you,” she says.
“No, no, no,” Harry shakes his head.
He lays her down and lays next to her, pulling her close. She sighed, resting her head on his chest and Harry could feel her warm forehead. “I’ll be back when you wake up,” he promises.
His shift had gone by slow, no one really showing up the bar. The moment his boss offered him the chance to leave early he was out the door. When he reached the apartment he locked the door behind him. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. She was kneeled in front of the toilet, holding her hair back as whatever she had eaten left her.
“Oh kitten,” he sighed, grabbing her hair and rubbing her back softly.
Tears pulled at her eyes and she sniffled wiping her mouth, “you’re home early,” she mumbled.
“Couldn’t leave you alone,” he says as she flushes the toilet, standing.
He lets go of her hair and she brushes her teeth, “you’re burning up,” harry chuckled as she walked to the bed.
She lays in it, wrapping herself in the blanket, “I missed you,” he hums changing into a pair of sweat pants and taking off his shirt.
“hmm missed you too,” she mumbles, her eyes closing, “do you work tomorrow?”
“No,” Harry crawls into bed laying besides her and shes quick to wrap herself up closer to him. She drapes a leg over him, her head on his chest, and arm draped over his torso. “You have me all to yourself.”
“I like that,” she says, “love you.”
Her breathing slows down as she falls asleep. He enjoyed the little moments like this. He enjoyed keeping her close. He enjoyed the times were it was just the two of you.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.