smallest toe

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First of a series I’m doing. “Fleshed out” snapping turtle based on a skeleton I articulated. Painting was done with gouache paint and some watercolor, and is around 8x10″. The skeleton was completely apart to begin with, and everything is drilled and wired or pinned. As you can see it can stand up, supporting the shell, on it’s own. Really like how that one came out. Both are for a local university. 
(Note if you’re using the skeleton as a reference, the smallest toe is missing on every foot)

This life, part 10


Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2124

Warning: Sort of fluff


Part 9

The feel of so many eyes on your back as you retreated to your room, was chilling.  The silence was worse but your exhaustion took precedence over it all.  It would be the first night in a long time, that you would sleep with much less weight upon you.  For that, you thanked the Gods as you climbed into your bed.  Relief and fatigue let you slip into slumber quickly, dreaming, for once, of nothing.


Loki stood in his stunned silence as you walked towards your chambers.  Perhaps he had been dreaming and that kiss was an illusion.  No it was real… it felt as the last time he had kissed you.  Frigga stood staring at him with a knowing grin before looking to her husband.  “Odin, my love, I think it is time to take our leave.  Fair eve my sons.”


Odin followed his wife, a bit confused at what had just transpired.  Thor and Loki watched as their parents parted before Thor grabbed him by the shoulders showing his happiness.


“Brother, run after her.  Get on your knees and thank her for giving you hope.”  Loki looked at his brother shaking his head.


“As much as my entire being wants nothing more, I will heed her words.  Her mind needs rest and I will not hinder that.  Too much has she dealt with that she was not given the choice.”  A more thoughtful smile appeared on his brother’s face.


“Do not fear this, brother.  By the Allfather you both will find your happiness.”  Loki smiled briefly as he stepped back from Thor.  


“I do not fear my heart nor the love I have for her.  For they have always been there.  My only fear is that she will find she does not feel the same.”  Looking off towards the direction of your chambers, his Trickster smile surfaced.  “That and perhaps if I found myself on the ill end of her fist once more.”


Thor laughed feeling hopeful that the two people he felt closest to would find their own happiness after such a long path of misery.  “She has a temper just as you do; I believe there will be a time when she will hit you again.”


A few hours of rest seemed to be all you needed to feel like a different being.  As close to normal as you could be for the time.  You washed and dressed for the day, though this time you wore your leathers.  It had been some time since you had given yourself the chance to do so.  Not yet feeling worthy to wear the armor of a warrior.  Today came with a new dawn and perhaps a new life.  This life had be far different from what you dreamed as a young one but you would not let that keep you from what you wanted any longer. 


It felt good to wear them again.  Like missing an old friend and wrapped in their security.  The sight of your missing swords tugged at your heart.  You would have to commission the blacksmith to forge new ones.  Though you knew, they would never be the same.  A soft knock sounded on your door pulling you from the vision in the looking glass.  One of the maids stood there, bowing her head deeply when you appeared.

“My Lady, the king and queen have gathered for breaking their fast, they request you to join them.”

“Of course, I cannot refuse, I will join them.  Are the princes there as well?”  The girl nodded her head though she avoided eye contact.  

“Yes madam, with the Warriors three and Lady Sif.  They all wait upon you.”  Laughing quietly you closed your chambers door behind you.

“It seems I will face the masses all first thing.  Thank you young one, I will find my way this morn.”

Once again, all eyes were on you as you entered the feasting hall.  The king and queen were seating at their head table with everyone else sat at those tables around it.  It was rectangular shaped so that everyone could see the king and he could see them.  “Forgive my tardiness; I was unaware of the meal this morning.”

Loki stood from his seat as you rounded his side of the table.  There was an open seat between him and Sif that you had assumed was kept for you.  Frigga set her stein down on the table as she answered you.  “I thought we could all share this meal as it has been some time since the last time.  I have missed it.” 

Sitting down carefully you flashed a sweet smile up to the queen.  A mug and plate of food were brought quickly for you.  Sif beside you, hugged you gently before returning to her own plate.  “I have missed you my friend.”

“[Y/N], we are all curious to your journey last eve.  You said you would share after resting.  Are you rested enough now child?”  The king sat back against his high-back chair with his own stein in hand.  You knew there would be little time to wait after worrying them all.

“Yes, my Lord.  I have rested and will share if all wanted to know.”  He nodded waving his hand to encourage you to begin.  With a deep breath, you began.  “I made the journey to the Far Keep after receiving a letter from my father.”

The silence that followed your statement was to be expected until Fandral choked on his ale spitting it over his plate.  “Sorry… sorry” He held a hand up to excuse himself and his idiocy.

“You went to the Far Keep child?  Why?  Is Theinn dying?  I had not received word of ill health.”  Odin sat forward, concern written over his face.  Loki sat quietly next to you watching you carefully.  You could see it out of the corner of your eye before glancing at him.  With a half-smile in his direction, you turned back to the king.

“No, Allfather.  He is as well as an imprisoned man would be.”  That statement confused all gathered.  

“Then why did you go to the Far Keep?”  Any response to this would be difficult but it would be better to let it fall from your mouth in nothing other than the truth.  You told the whole tale from the words expressed in the letter to all you had spoken with Theinn.  Frigga stood from the table leaving, when you had told of your father’s explanation of your abilities.  Another time, you would ask her what she knew of it. 

“It seems child; you have made many people regret their treatment of you.  I hope you see it was a fault of theirs, mine included.  Never yours.”  You were unaccustomed to words like this and unsure of what to say so you merely bowed your head in thanks.  The rest of the meal went without an issue as conversations resumed.

There was no mistaking the heaviness in the air between Loki and you, as you sat close but you both understood this was not the place.  Too many ears and eyes about.  However, you were not going to prolong it for the sake of both of your sanities.  “Loki would you walk with me?”

He stilled as he finished his ale.  “Of course.”

Your friends had started to leave for their own tasks, allowing you both to the time to walk quietly towards the gardens.  It was the only place you knew there would be privacy without leaving the gates.  “I was relieved you returned safe, [Y/N].  I do not believe I would have made it through another disappearance.”

The sincerity in his words struck something within you that caused a smile.  “My apologies for frightening you.  It was not my intention.  When I received the letter, my mind thought of nothing else.  With how the days previous had been…”

“My turn for apologies.  I should not have spoken what I did.  I will no push you for something you are not willing or ready for.”  The fear that rolled off him was palpable.

“Please do not.”  The beauty of the gardens opened up before the two of you as you stepped out into the sunlight.  Turning to look up at him, you wanted to rest a hand on his chest but thought better of it.  Instead you picked a bloom close by and fiddled with it in between your fingers.  

“Much change has occurred recently and I was not ready for it all.  When you spoke… when you explained what you had thought of me after we…”  It was difficult to say the words.  “Shared that night… I was angry.  So very angry.  You followed it with a declaration of love, I could not reconcile them together.  It was too much.”

He looked as though he would speak apologies once more but you raised a brow with a smirk cautioning him forward.  “I will not say I was in my right mind.  You had been taken, I was ready to do anything in my power… give my life even if you would be returned safe.  Speaking with my brother then finding the ill thoughts I held onto for so long were not true… I swear to you I would have slit my own throat to take back ever foul word I had ever said and horrid action I had ever done.”

“Why could you have not trusted me?”  It took Loki a few moments to answer.  Staring at the ground beneath his feet because he could not bear to look at you yet.

“Why would anyone so, pure and magnificent as you, want the younger brother of Thor?  You were to be queen to he, who would be ruler of Asgard.  I was merely the shadow… the lesser brother.”  The words caused a break in your heart as you stepped close to comfort him.  A hand going to his cheek.

“You knew me better than that.  I would never have given something so precious to anyone unless it was meant.”  Loki closed his eyes, relishing in your touch.  He pressed his cheek further against your palm.

“[Y/N]… forgive me.  I will spend the rest of my days proving to you how much I regret everything I have done.” 

“Can you trust me?  Trust in what I say or what I may do?”  Opening his beautiful green eyes, he looked upon you as though you were his salvation.  While it warmed every bit of you down to your smallest toe, it caused a nervousness to grow within you.  How could you live up to something as that?

“I trust you with my life and would follow you to the end of all the realms.”  A wicked grin appeared on your face.  There was no doubting his vow.

“I will attempt to not find the edges of all of them, perhaps only a few.”  His low quiet laugh came just before he pulled you close, kissing your lips.  The surprise of it wore off quickly as the innocent kiss lingered.  His lips warm as they pressed you for more; his hand about your hip pulling you further against him.  

You hand held to the back of his neck as you lifted onto your toes to meet his touch.  As his tongue sought entrance to press and entwine with yours, the thoughts swirling in your mind left.  It felt as though there was nothing else in the realm but the two of you together, now.

Several moments later, you pulled back in an attempt to catch your breath.  While he allowed you to end the kiss, he did not let you pulled completely away.  You were still wrapped in his embrace.  “I will not apologize for that.  I have dreamed of that so many nights.”

With a shake of your head you smile.  “Nor will I.  Promise me, though.  I will not rush this.  I cannot.  I need time to…”

Loki shook his head, before resting it against yours.  “I will never force anything.  When you are ready, we will do so together.  I have not waited all my days to rush it to ruin so quickly.  My heart is yours, [Y/N].  I am not worthy of yours but I will do anything to keep it safe if and when you would give it to me.”

He left you unable to form any other words.  There truly was nothing else that could be said.  Loki loved you.  He loved you so much that he would wait until the end of time for you to heal and allow your heart to become his.

There was nothing else for him to prove.  Now you just had to let go and allow yourself that happiness.

(Part 11 coming soon!)


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"You put mummy through a lot of pain but that's okay we still love you" HARRY TALKING TO HIS FIRST LIL BABY after his girl is getting some sleep and it's just him and New bubba :((((((((((

You’re…hurting…me…

He’s counting and recounting every single finger and toe. Listening to their tiny snuffles as they snooze against his chest. He’s so tired and his eyes are heavy, and he’s pretty sure his hair must be a mess and he has to smell at bit, but he can’t stop looking at the tiny, tiny, being that’s now curled up with him. Two hours ago, they were a bump. A bump he sang to, and read books to. The same little toes that would kick him in the back towards the end of the pregnancy, were now resting against his stomach, the smallest toes he’s ever seen fanning out as he stroked his thumb along the wrinkly sole. He holds one of their tiny hands against his fingers, smoothing his thumb over where their knuckles will eventually be. He thinks of all their hands will hold. He runs a thumb over the shell of their ear. How can everything be so small?

The baby stirs and blinks as they open their eyes, trying to look up at him and their bright, new world

“Hi,” Harry cooed. “Hi, lovey.” He moves his hand to rest on their soft tummy, warm and full from their first feed. He can feel his cheeks stinging from the smile that feels permanent. “Hi. Did you have a nice sleep? It’s a lot, this being born, isn’t it?” He’s whisper quiet as he knows his love is finally getting a much deserved rest just a few feet away. “Daddy’s here. Daddy’s gotcha, okay?” Daddy. He laughs quietly. He’s somebody’s daddy. He baby latches their tiny fingers around his, tongue poking out between lips that look suspiciously like his. “You know, you’re the best thing I’ve ever helped make. I love you.” He brings the baby up close and lets his lips fall against their forehead, taking a moment to savor that honey-soft smell. “I love you so much.” He brings their palm to his lips, kissing gently. “You were a little hard on your mumma, weren’t you?” Hours and hours of pushing on top of a labor that had gone on for nearly two days. He remembers, in his blissful haze right after his disgruntled little baby was brought to her chest, the midwife mentioning a “second degree tear” and  calling the doctor in for stitches. He’d shivered at the thought, bursting with adoration for her at her strength. You were just so cozy in there, huh? I don’t blame ya. Your mummy is amazing. We love you more than you know, little one.” xx.

The silence was broken with a scream and Flint bolted awake, gasping for air like he’d been deprived of it. In truth, he’d been trying to shout for a while but his lungs wouldn’t move. He tried to twitch the smallest of fingers and toes but they wouldn’t respond. Not even a grunt could leave his throat. For what felt like hours, but truthfully had only been minutes, he’d been trapped, mind awake but body paralyzed as he sunk into a heart-pounding terror. 

After a moment of catching his breath and pinching his arm he let out a sigh of relief. He was awake. Flint turned toward the person staring at him. “Sorry…” He mumbled, “I uhhh– have some issues…” By the quiet tone of his voice he was still not fully himself yet, still consumed in the panic that always came with not being able to wake up.

A Day to Ourselves

My part of an art trade with @lonicera-caprifolium. I decided to write a fic to go with one of my favourite drawings of her, which can be found here

I hope you like it!

There was a serenity to mornings in Bull’s room that Dorian had never really imagined he could have. The war was won, Corypheus was dead, the Chargers were off doing a small job in the east of Ferelden, and for now, at least, there was no pressure for Dorian or Bull to leave their room, or even their bed if that’s what they felt like doing.

Bull was still dozing, just as happy as Dorian to enjoy a quiet day every once in a while. Dorian was already well and truly cuddling into Bull’s side, his head on Bull’s shoulder, and one of Bull’s arms around him, holding him close.

It was calm and easy, and Dorian wished he could have stayed like that forever.

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“Chief Singh stopped by today,” Barry remarks from the otherroom, the sound of his voice muffled by the sound of lightly running water and punctuated by the tap of plastic against porcelain. His head peaks out from around the corner, his lips quirked up in a grin that carries just the slightest hint of lingering toothpaste. “I think he almost had a heart attack, when he realized I was not only on time for work but early.”

Looking up from her spot on the bed, pausing in the painstaking process of painting her toenails, Caitlin laughs lightly. In the intervening years since Captain Singh had been promoted to chief and moved to the district office on the other side of Central City, she has almost forgotten about Barry’s former supervisor. Yet the second Barry mentions him, she can’t help but remember the man’s constant frustration over Barry’s tardiness. “Good thing Hartley makes him eat all that healthy food then.” It hasn’t been quite as long since she’d thought about the man behind the Pied Piper and although they’re on good terms now, that memory is a little tainted. She returns to her nails, three left from finished. “What did the chief want?”

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anon asked: omg so idk if you saw but when the moderator was like "but cap REALLY loves bucky." Chris called Seb 'honey' so I would love maybe a 5+1 times fic of Chris calling Seb pet names? Or whatever direction you want to take it in lmao I love your writing!! 😊💖💞

Good god, anon, you know the way to my heart.

Submit your prompt / want / headcanon / whatever

1: “Babe, we’re -” Chris cuts himself off when he smashes his baby toe into the edge of the hotel bed and staggers against the mattress, “Ow, fuck!”

From the attached sitting room, Seb wanders in, pulling a t-shirt down over his stomach.  He frowns at Chris, now sitting on the foot of the bed and clutching his bare foot in his lap, and asks, “What the hell are you doing?”

Fuck,” Chris swears again, passionately.  He grimaces at his foot - the smallest, weakest toe of them all taking on a metal bed frame - and has to shake his head before explaining, “Stubbed my toe.  We’re gonna be late.”

Seb gestures down at himself, says, “I’m ready, you’re not even wearing shoes.”

The look Chris levels at him makes Seb laugh.  He kneels against the fancy hotel room carpeting, taking care not to dirty his clean pants, and pets Chris leg until he stops swearing.

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