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Corpse Husband & Amigops Art Gallery
This is a master list of all my Corpse Husband and amigops fanarts. Hope you enjoy
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Will be adding more...
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HELLO I AM APPLES AND I AM AN ARTIST!!
I've always had this acc for a long time but I have now decided to turn it into an art acc. I make art for fandoms like:
Genshin Impact
Corpse Husband/Amigops
Various animes that I can't name from the top of my head
I also draw my ocs and sonas, which is shown down below.
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I hope I can grow and meet more people here. I've always loved tumblr and the communities here. Hope we can all be friends :))
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HELLO I AM APPLES AND I AM AN ARTIST!!
I've always had this acc for a long time but I have now decided to turn it into an art acc. I make art for fandoms like:
Genshin Impact
Corpse Husband/Amigops
Various animes that I can't name from the top of my head
I also draw my ocs and sonas, which is shown down below.
[Apples, Abby and Andrius]
I hope I can grow and meet more people here. I've always loved tumblr and the communities here. Hope we can all be friends :))
- Apples
I might start posting more art here if Twitter really is a lost a cause
already got a blazed marvel post. the adpocalypse is closer than we think so heres your daily PSA
don't interact with corporate tumblr accounts
yes even to dunk on them. i don't care if you have the sickest burn of the century lined up, don't even give them the time of day
the eventual and inevitable fall of twitter marks a change in the advertising industry, and tumblr is unclaimed territory. if we want tumblr to remain the social media bastion it has become, it needs to remain as unappealing to corporations as possible. do not engage. in a marketing strategist's eyes, any kind of attention is good attention. don't "silence, brand" them. don't kungpowpenis them. don't send them hate anons. don't hate-follow them. corporate tumblrs are not a single entity and they will not be harassed off this site. we only have a shot at repelling them because of tumblr's lack of an algorithm. so turn off recommended posts on your dashboard, put it chronological order, and install an adblocker. if you don't seek out these blazed posts and actively ignore them when they happen upon you, the corporations will starve. in this case, the best kind of protest is a silent one
i am your father masterlist
sakusa x reader smau/fiction
You and Sakusa have started dating on the second year of high school. On your 4th year of dating and second year of college, you found out you were pregnant. You were in a crisis. You were only 20 and didn’t know anything about motherhood. Worst case scenario, your boyfriend didn’t want kids.
Your solution? Run away from Kiyoomi Sakusa. Raise the kid on your own. Never meet the child’s father ever again.
That was your plan.
You were doing great on your own, until you find out that Komori, the cousin of your ex, lives next door.
Keep reading
[Helping Y/N for a spelling test]
Nishinoya: Ok, your next word is…
Nishinoya: Fergalicious.
Y/N:
Y/N: Definition?
Nishinoya, intellectually: Make them boys go loco.
When you just want to enjoy some fluffy x reader fanfics but the entire tag is filled with horndogs
Little Itto x Reader fic
Warnings: some light Itto "bullying" but it's all out of love, I promise
[Not proof read, just a morning with itto. Enjoy :P]
...
It was a calm Saturday morning, birds chirping from a nearby tree, people walking by the streets on inazuma city, it was peaceful.
Arataki Itto, who's known for being a loud troublemaker, has decided to take advantage of such a quiet day and stayed in bed with his beloved.
They were both lying in bed, oni on his back with his lover over his chest, drawing random invisible patterns while he gave them gentle head scratches.
"Hmm, you like that huh?" He let out a breathy laugh as his lover leaned into his fingers.
"Nooooo, don't stop!! It felt nice," they grumbled at the oni, who complied their wishes.
There's was a comfortable silence between the two, eyes closed, both taking in the calmness.
"You know, it's nice seeing you like this," itto opened one eye and looked down at the person on hi chest with confusion.
"Like what? You mean me being hot and send with my bare chest out? You see me like this all the time! 24/7 360!!" He let out a proud laugh, making their head shake along his moving chest.
They rolled their eyes in a light manner," I didn't know you can count that high," they grumbled in a light manner. Due to Cloe proximity, Itto heard their comment and took high offense.
"Excuuuuuuuse me, I, Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto, can count very high! My highest record was 9801," he said with a very proud look on his face, with the smug smirk and everything.
"Is that you counting your beetle fight loses, cuz that's impressive," they snickered into his chest.
"Ouch babe, no need to hit that hard," they laughed and gave a sweet kiss on his left pec.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm glad you're taking a day off of your "duties" as the Head of the Arataki Gang," they said, looking up to kiss Itto's chin.
"Of course. Gotta spend some quality time with my no. 1 baby! And plus, I'm sure Shinobu will take good care of the gang. With her in charge, everything will go pretty smooth," he said, puffing his chest with pride of his second-in-command.
"More capable than you, definitely," they laughed.
" why are you so mean to me today!!" Itto cried, feeling betrayed of his lover's light nagging.
"I love youuu," they gave his chin another smooch, which seemed to lighten his mood.
"...... I love you too," he grumbled, giving them a kiss on the crown of their head before falling into another silence.
.
*KNOCK KNOCK* "ARATAKI ITTO, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR GANG OUT OF TROUBLE"
That was Kujou Sara
The couple looked at each other, one in nervousness mixed with confusion, and the other blank.
"I think you better get that,"
"Yeah… see you after lunch?"
...
I pride myself for not using "Y/n"
A Price to Pay - Ayato x f!reader
Summary: You first knew Ayato years ago. He was handsome, charming, and loved to provoke a reaction from you. Yet, the love of your life, the next head of the Kamisato clan, left you. Now he was at your door, shocked to see you were home. If you put your anger aside, perhaps you'd learn why he had to leave you. You were one of the few who can cause him to lose composure after all.
Other info: Angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, 2.6k words, spoilers for Ayato's story quest in the first paragraph
(Inspired by his story quest. I wondered if something in Ayato's past could've made him more personally invested in the main conflict of the quest and it somehow turned into this. I hope you enjoy it.)
Passing by the notice board caused your stomach to drop once again. You knew it was irrational. The wedding was cancelled because it was merely a rumor to begin with. Nonetheless, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, churning up memories you thought you had put to rest.
You stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure at the front door of your home. He was tall, handsome, and elegant as always. You knew him well, many years ago.
You sighed as you approached the door and Ayato was startled to see you. He adjusted the collar of his kimono and you scoffed at his action. Despite now being older and more accomplished, he had the same telling habits when he was in an uncomfortable situation. He had better feel ashamed.
"My apologies," he told you. "I did not expect you to be home."
"What? Your informants gave you the wrong info?"
You struggled with the key at the door and when it opened, you glanced back at him, only to raise a brow at his expression. It was brief, but you were sure you had seen a small smile from him. You disregarded it.
Blocking the entryway, you stood in front of him and crossed your arms. "Why are you here, commissioner?"
His eyes widened, but only slightly, before clearing his throat. "I have business to attend to with your father," he told you.
"For the upcoming festival? He has more pressing matters at the moment. He left me in charge of it for now."
"Ah. I shall return another day then," he said with a polite smile, proceeding to leave.
"If you need to discuss something with me, you might as well spare me the pain and say it now." There was a deeper meaning to your words but you dared not to mention it now.
He fiddled with his sleeve, unsure how to reply. He resorted to a shrug and a chuckle. "I thought you despised being in my presence."
"I do."
Lightning striked in the distance, an ominous sign the skies would pour down with rain any minute. You sighed over the unfortunate circumstances.
"Come inside," you told him. "I have quite a few drafts that need approval. I was going to ask Ayaka but it seems my point of contact has changed to… you."
You gestured to him to come inside, and just as he stepped into your home, a trickle of rain began.
The inside of your home felt a lot smaller than usual. It was never as big as the Kamisato estate, but the last time you were both here was when you were much younger. Your retainer rushed into the room to welcome Ayato and to see if he would care for any refreshments. You went to your office in the back to retrieve the paperwork for the festival.
When you returned to the living room, balancing a stack of binders, Ayato quickly came to your aid. You pushed his hand away and walked to the table before dumping all your work on it.
Over the next few hours, the two of you discussed the drafts of the posters, brochures and other signage for the event. You needed to verify the accuracy of the information, not wanting to give the illustrators and designers the wrong information.
There were quite a few vendors selling goods at the festival, so it was a challenge to consolidate all of their information. Fortunately, Ayato was competent at his job and was familiar with each one like the back of his hand. Almost all.
"There's one more vendor from Liyue," he told you. "But I can't quite remember the name."
"Qingce textiles? You mentioned them earlier today."
"No, not that," he said, placing a hand on his chin. "I don't know if the spelling is correct. I will require one of my retainers to verify it for me."
"No need. I'm familiar with them," you told him. "I frequented their store." You dragged your pen as you wrote out their name. Traveling to Liyue in the past was a nice change of pace from the busyness in Inazuma. No, not the busyness.
You went there after Ayato called off your engagement.
"Have you heard from Watatsumi fisheries?" you asked him. "My father last told me they were still deciding on participating in the festival. Many people waited in line at their stall last year."
"That's a pity. I was told they ran out of their last batch of fish. A certain hired hand left them on the boat to spoil."
You widened your eyes in panic, wondering how your friend was dealing with the situation. But after spotting the slight uptick of the corner of Ayato's mouth, you rolled your eyes and returned your papers.
"That shouldn't be a problem for you, correct?" you asked.
"Of course," he replied. "Thoma also informed me they have plenty in their storehouses. Besides, they still have quite a bit of time before the actual festival to obtain fresh fish."
"So ultimately, your information was irrelevant."
"Perhaps," he told you. As you shuffled more papers, Ayato glanced at your empty cup. "You should get some more tea."
"I'll ask Mizuda to fetch it for me."
"I was implying you needed a break. I can continue here."
Your heart skipped a beat without your permission. Why was it that just after being with him for a mere few hours made you forget that you hadn't conversed in years? You ground your teeth, hoping his business with you would end swiftly.
When you returned from your tea break, you walked back to the living room with a cup in your hand.
"Is that… boba?" he asked. He glanced outside the window as the rain continued to pour down. "Where did you get it?"
"I made it."
You held out the cup and he stared at the drink in front of him. When he took it, his fingers grazed over your hand and he almost dropped the cup in the process. You eyed him, questioning his behaviour and he apologized for his uncharacteristic clumsiness.
The next few minutes were strange. Ayato knocked your biscuits off of their plate when reaching for a new sheet of paper. His sleeve got caught on the edge of his boba cup and caused it to flip over onto one of your binders. It was fortunately empty. You finally snapped when he dropped the ink bottle, which had just missed your rug.
"Ayato, what's going on?" you groaned.
"I–." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It seems you still have this effect on me."
You bit your lip, picking up a few papers but you forgot why you needed them. "You–," you began before taking a breath to compose yourself. "You have no right to have any feelings for me."
Ayato was the boy who promised to go through everything with you. You were best friends turned sweethearts and he was elated to learn his arranged marriage would be with you. He loved to tease you yet you didn't mind. It was some of the few times he had fun as he diligently learned to be the next head of the clan.
You gripped the paper in your trembling hand, holding back tears threatening to blur your vision. "Why– Why couldn't you stay with me?"
He sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "You were simply the price I had to pay," he said, closing his eyes and head tilted towards the ceiling.
"What about me?" you snapped at him. "Don't you think I suffered as well?"
You knew he would be the next head of the clan. He prepared his whole life for it. But it was accelerated when his parents died. It was the burden he had to carry, you understood that. Despite this, the two of you promised to be with each other through these times and were excited to wed each other when you reached adulthood.
He continued to stare at the ceiling before rising from his seat and occupying the space in front of you. He bent down, knees on the floor, and, very gently, tucked in the edges of his kimono.
"I promised myself to never appear in front of you again," he told you. "I never considered an opportunity would arise to apologize to you."
He placed his forehead on the rug and you clenched your fists, your nails digging into your skin.
"I am sorry you had to suffer on my behalf."
"Don't you think it's too late? You never told me why you called off the engagement. Of course, I suffered! You got up and left without a word! How could you do this to me?"
Silence. He didn't give you an answer. Your sweet beloved had left you in a blink of an eye and yet he was here in your house.
You rubbed your temple. "Forget this. Let's just get back to work."
You picked up your pen but he hadn't moved from his spot. "Ayato?" You glanced below you; a small patch of the rug was damp.
You pulled him up. "Ayato," you said in a panic. Tears filled his eyes and coated his cheeks. He quickly hid them behind his hand.
"I've overstayed my welcome." He got up to rush out of your house but you took his hand. It required little force to halt his movements. The feeling of your hand in his had shocked him.
"Ayato," you said again, this time with a gentle tone. He bit his lip, attempting to steel his expression. But it was no use. The tears had already betrayed him.
"My love," you called him this time, and he turned around, embracing you in his arms. His sleeves spread over your back as his tears soaked your shoulder. You stroked his broad back in the same way he used to comfort you.
"Mizuda," you called your retainer and she entered the room. "Please retrieve a handkerchief for me." She nodded and left the room.
"You need not to worry about her," you told Ayato. "She's astute and tight-lipped. I trust her with my life."
He chuckled as he finally lifted his head. "How is it that you are comforting me when you have suffered unjustly?"
"Ayato," you said, staring into his eyes. "I was angry with you because you never gave me an explanation. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."
Your retainer returned with a handkerchief and Ayato wiped his tears. "This is quite amusing. After all these years of leading my clan, I am still very much immature. I am able to confront nobles, stand up against assassins, and uncover the deception of others," he takes your other hand, "but wasn't able to appear before you."
"Were you afraid I'd be angry with you?"
"No. I was afraid you'd be too understanding," he said. "And you would bear the cost of my decision alone."
You rubbed your forehead with the heel of your palm. "Now why would you do that– No, of course you would." He had his own way of dealing with his personal problems.
"I couldn't think of a solution that wouldn't cause you any pain." He released your hands and turned his head away from you. "I thought that you would at least have some consolation if you could direct your anger towards me."
"Is that why there was also an increase of suitors for me when you left?" you sighed. "Were you hoping I'd somehow be comforted by it?"
"No," he shook his head. "I had no hand in that. I considered it, but there was no one I could trust to take care of you."
You let out a sigh when your heart skipped a beat once again. "So why leave in the first place?"
"If I didn't, my sister–" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, disregard that. It was ultimately due to my incompetence that I could not fulfill my promise to you." His hand shook as he spoke, and he clenched it before hiding it from your view. "I could not rely on your family, lest we drag you down with us."
"Drag us down? Did you really think–?"
No. That wasn't it. He needed to ensure stability for his clan after his parents died. If it were only him left in the clan, the Ayato you knew would have run into your open arms, accepting any help you gave him. But if he chose you, he couldn't provide what his sister needed, a strong head of the family who'd forge a path for her. Her, along with the rest of his weakened clan and all who were under his care.
"You wanted to be able to stand on your own two feet." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Incompetent indeed."
You didn't agree with him. Power dynamics didn't consume your mind like they did his. But now you could make some sort of reason behind his actions. Perhaps you were both too young and immature back then, not to mention Ayato had little time to grieve over his parents. And after you left for Liyue, he thought it best to not keep in contact.
"I do not ask for your forgiveness," he told you. "I have already put you through too much. But I will not allow you to suffer again," he said, looking directly at you. "I will ensure it."
He folded up the handkerchief and placed it next to him. "Did… you have any other questions? I hope it'll make our future interactions more bearable for you. If not," he continued, "I can arrange for someone else to take my place."
You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was too much to process. "Let's just finish up what we can for today."
The two of you worked for a few more hours and the sun had already set. You had difficulty concentrating and the side glances from Ayato didn't help at all. But one thing was for sure. You missed him. And he missed you.
"It's late." he told you. "I must return to the estate. I can arrange for someone else to come next time."
You crossed your arms, shoulders relaxed, as you leaned on a door frame, watching Ayato retrieve his belongings. "Will you be attending the festival?"
"Of course," he replied, squinting his eyes at a sheet of paper due to the dim light. "I must ensure it'll run smoothly."
"My retainer won't be working that week." You'd be alone then.
The paper fell to the ground as he lifted his eyes to you. He raised his hand to clear his throat. "Perhaps I… should come back to work here tomorrow. So that I won't be as busy during the festival." You raised a brow. "Or not. I'll get Thoma or Ayaka instead to–"
"I'm free Saturday."
Ayato's eyes grew wide. He tightened his lips together and you snorted as he struggled to hold back a smile. He nodded and quickly packed the rest of his papers before leaving your house.
The rain had stopped. The dim lampstands outlined his silhouette as he stood to stare back at your house once more, the man who sacrificed much to accomplish what he did over the years, the same boy you had loved dearly.
Perhaps fate would be kinder to the two of you this time around.
I hope you liked it. :) Fun fact: the textile business is a reference to the reader's from my Kazuha drabble and the fishing business is the reader's from my Itto fic. I was too lazy to think of vendors so I used them. lol. Those two fics have completely different tones from this one though. :)
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I've been playing genshin for almost a year now and I swear to Zhongli's ass IF DILUC DOESNT COME HOME—
Me making diluc's drink: .... so you want juice? Three cups of juice.... why are we—WHY ARE WE MIXING JUICE??? THEYRE THE SAME KIND OF JUICE WTF???
Diluc: *talks about how it's the first drink he ever mixed*
Me: yeah I'm sure your dad must've loved the... three cups of sunsettia juice... yeah. This is why Kaeya shits on you for liking grape juice.
I'm just salty cuz hE STILL HASNT COME HOME
YES PLEASE. HES SO INCONSIDERATE TO Y/N'S FEELINGS OR WHY THEY DIDNT WANNA SIT WITH MANY PEOPLE THEYRE NOT COMFY WITH. MAKE. HIM. S U F F E R.
Sorry went too hard there, but yes please, make the man feel pain
"go sit with your friends" Haikyuu Angst
"go sit with your friends , i will be fine"
you always tell him you'll be fine, that he can go. you just don't wanna come off as the obsessive, clingy partner who needs their boyfriend to be with them 24/7. its just lunch and plus you were never as social as him anyways, you wouldn't fit in no matter how hard you tried so why bother right? he always looked so carefree with his friend group at the tables, their laughter radiated throughout the lunch room. the jokes they tell to each other being unnecessarily loud so everyone can hear them. all of them being with each other, everyone having a place at that table. all of them equal, if you were there you wouldn't blend in. you would be the one awkwardly sitting there, trying to fit in and tell a joke but end up making the table go silent, you would be the one that wouldn't know how to answer questions directed to them so you would just ignore them and end up offending the person that asked you. at least thats what you thought although your boyfriend would constantly tell you that those thoughts that you were having are ridiculous and his friends aren't like that and that you'll be "fine" you weren't going to take that chance. so you sit by yourself at the side while he sits off in the middle of the room, the centre of attention and the quiet observer
"go sit with your friends, i'll sit here and die"
as you know you were never as popular as him, never as social as him, never as loud and open as him. god knows why he chose to date you. the quiet, shy student, the one that people picked on for fun, the one that got rubbish thrown at them, the one who got humiliated in front of their peers on a daily basis. the one who could never stand up for their self . but it all changed when he started going out with you, those stares of disgust turned into stares of envy, now when people came up to you it was to say good morning or ask how you were, dare say you started to make friends. i guess that was only temporary, that kindness only showed when your boyfriend was around and that you soon began to notice when you started to sit by yourself at lunch. getting awful notes, empty milk cartons thrown in your direction, people even came up to you just to curse at you. high school kids could be so cruel sometimes. even though all that happens to you, you would rather suck it up and sit by yourself then sit with your boyfriend and show everyone just how wrong and incompatible you guys are for each other
"go sit with your friends it isn't that hard"
you've begun to notice him give up trying to ask you to sit with him, he doesn't ask anymore, he just leaves the classroom and waits for his other friend in your class, a girl named Aiko, and they walk to lunch together being obnoxiously loud and once they sit down with their other friends he seems to forgets about your existence. before he used to glance in your direction and smile, maybe even give you a wink before getting slapped on the back of the head by his volleyball friends and rejoining the conversation. he doesn't do that anymore, he just gets so absorbed with his conversation that he doesn't pay attention to you anymore. one day you decide to go sit with them, gathering your courage to go walk over to their table. you stand in front of it for a second, aiko is first to notice you clearing her throat to get everyone else's attention. he turns to look at you and the only thing he says is "oh hey y/n what're you doing here? you never sit with me, you bored or something?" before turning back to his food not sparing you a second glance. "don't be an asshole" aiko says whilst chuckling at him, he throws a vegetable at her, aiko's face contorts into somewhat of an offended face and throws another vegetable back, they then laugh and something else across the room catches aiko's attention thats when you notice your boyfriends gaze linger on her face, eyes darting from her hair to her eyes then to her nose and finally settling on her lips. you can't help but feel unequal to her, she's perfect and she's unknowingly captured your boyfriends attention and maybe heart. one of his friends invite you to sit with them and makes room next to him for you to sit. then they continue the conversation like you aren't even there and in a way you aren't there because right now the only thing you can pay attention to is the enamoured look on your boyfriends face whenever he looks at aiko.
"go sit with your friends and leave me here scarred"
"i don't wanna do this to you anymore" are the first words that come out of your boyfriends mouth when you first see him the next day. Aiko is right next him, wearing his volleyball jumper, "i'll go" she says before leaving. your boyfriend watches her walk away then sighs and looks at you, your face downcast after crying last night realising you might have lost your boyfriend, the only good thing you had at this stupid school. "what do you mean" you answer him although knowing full well what he's talking about, you just want confirmation before you go crying your eyes out. "i need someone who can be here with me, like actually be there and willing to put in an effort to be in a relationship, because a relationship needs to be 50/50 and you aren't willing to put in a effort or make the sacrifices that are needed to make this" he gestured between himself and you "work" he finished. you were confused, what sacrifices was he expecting you to make? "what do you mean sacrifices?" you ask him mildly hurt and confused. he sighed again but this time it was a more annoyed sigh "a sacrifice as simple as um i don't know maybe sitting with me at lunch" you could've slapped him, is that what this whole thing was about "you're breaking up with me because i won't sit with you at lunch?" you asked again, something inside you was telling you that what he said wasn't the only problem but another part of you was abandoning all rational thought, you started to blink back tears " you know damn well thats not what i meant, i see what people do to you when i'm not there, thats why i wanted you to sit with my friends and i, but you were just so caught up in yourself and your own little world to notice. i've tried multiple times to tell you that my friends are not like that and you'll be fine but you never wanted to get out of your own comfort zone, i've begged you multiple times to sit with me but you never did. thats what i mean by sacrifices, try to do something someone else wants to do for once" you're crying now, hearing his words is like a sharp slap to the face. is it true? are you really that self absorbed? "you wanna talk about sacrifices? how come you never sat with me then, if you're so concerned about what other people are doing?" he inhales then exhales sharply, clearly fed up and yells at you in front of everyone making even more of a scene "I HAVE TRIED TO SIT WITH YOU BUT YOU ALWAYS SAY "no go sit with your friends i'm fine" OR "no go sit with your friends i'm alright i promise" UNTIL I FINALLY LEAVE YOU ALONE, I'VE TRIED Y/N, MULTIPLE TIMES. YOU'RE JUST TOO SELFISH TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP" now that one hit you straight in your heart. all those moments you spent together, when he told you he loved you, when you guys sat next to each other in class passing notes. did that mean nothing? he peers down at your tear stricken face and watches you with a look of pure disgust "anyways like i said i'm done, have a good like y'n" that was the last thing he said to you before going off to sit at his table next to Aiko and leaving you there. all alone.
Have A Nice Day!
"Why do you care about the Earth? You're not even a planet 🤨"
That's how they sound rn. Stupid.
Why do you even care about trans women? You're not even one of them.
Had enough shit going on in my life, I don't need another pile
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
To any who need it.
This is a reminder that Loki loves you, is proud of you, and is so, so glad you’re here.
((Inspired by "nicque marina" short videos.))
Loki: I can't believe you'd scoop so low as to not only befriend but take a weak human as a lover, how pathetic.
Thor:
Thor: then who is that?
Y/n, waving with a smile: Hey!
Loki: Who?
Thor: Brother, You too have a human sweetheart, they're right there.
Loki: I don't know what are you talking about.
Thor: Their name is (Y/n),and you are holding their hand as we speak.
Loki: I know no-one of that name.
Thor: They are right there!!
Loki: I am tired of dealing with your absurdity Brother.
Loki, wraps an arm around Y/n's: Let's go (Y/n).
Thor: YOU JUST SAID THEIR NAME!
some purples
Tom & Zawe are winning. Stay mad!
What if.... Jotun Loki in my art style? 🤔
I almost never post shit here but I just wanna share this here with you guys.
Go check out my main art acc on twitter
If anyone asks where his hand went, it got eaten by an alligator
LISTEN I AM NO PROFESSIONAL ARTIST BUT I TRIED MY BEST OKAY?? 😫 BEHOLD OUR JOTÜN PRINCE 🙌🏻
These are the reference pictures :
Y/n: Ahh so this is what your "undying fidelity " feels like. Thanos must be really fond of you
Loki: hey—
Y/N: can i ask a favor?
Loki: i would live for you, kill for you, and die for you. anything you ask i'm at your beck and call.
Y/N: can you mow the l-
Loki: no
I'm glad I made you go hehe
(No hunny dw youre doing great)
Mahal Kita
Pairing: Loki x Filipino!Reader
Warnings: none, just fluff!
A/N: Ahh! It finally arrived! My first ever Loki drabble, or a Loki work in general! And it’s a Filipino!Reader too! What a combination! I’m so so excited to have been able to have do this drabble for my lovely @tomholland-96 ! Thank you Lex for being so enthusiastic about my culture! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do writing it! Happy readings, everyone!
*Translations will be in bold and italics!
“Nanay! Tatay! Hi! Kumusta po kayo? Okay na ba kayo?” (Mom! Dad! How are you? Are you guys okay?) You say, excitedly, beaming at your phone screen before you set your phone down on a sturdy place to Facetime your parents while you continue to set up ingredients for tonight’s dinner.
Loki couldn’t help but take his eyes off of the book he was reading to watch you. He even smiled a bit as you laughed with your parents and showing your parents the food that was steaming nicely from the pan, the nice scent filling your nostrils. It was easier to filter out the chatter coming from all sides of the table, since you already had him up in his head. He really admired the way you openly grounded your culture, and even became rather interested in it.
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Loki :can you teach me tagalog?
Me : ..... bagsak ako sa Filipino
Mahal Kita
Pairing: Loki x Filipino!Reader
Warnings: none, just fluff!
A/N: Ahh! It finally arrived! My first ever Loki drabble, or a Loki work in general! And it’s a Filipino!Reader too! What a combination! I’m so so excited to have been able to have do this drabble for my lovely @tomholland-96 ! Thank you Lex for being so enthusiastic about my culture! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do writing it! Happy readings, everyone!
*Translations will be in bold and italics!
“Nanay! Tatay! Hi! Kumusta po kayo? Okay na ba kayo?” (Mom! Dad! How are you? Are you guys okay?) You say, excitedly, beaming at your phone screen before you set your phone down on a sturdy place to Facetime your parents while you continue to set up ingredients for tonight’s dinner.
Loki couldn’t help but take his eyes off of the book he was reading to watch you. He even smiled a bit as you laughed with your parents and showing your parents the food that was steaming nicely from the pan, the nice scent filling your nostrils. It was easier to filter out the chatter coming from all sides of the table, since you already had him up in his head. He really admired the way you openly grounded your culture, and even became rather interested in it.
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Ahem..... Kung tayo ay matanda na—
Ello :) i love all of your writings so much and i was so happy when i kfound out u were also filipino :) i just wanted to ask if you could could do a imagine where loki comes with filipino y/n to visit her family and they make her do karaoke and like she sings something like kahit maputi na ang buhok ko to loki, and hes admiring her beautiful voice?
[war flashbacks to hows of us]
so do you guys know the little more upbeat one? the one that sounds more karaoke-ish??
yeah that's what u sing almost everytime
and kahit nakakasawa nang kantahin you still have fun and your fam likes it anyway sooooo yuh
so you and loki picked the perfect (read: wrong) time to visit family
your rich tito’s birthday
and that meant san mig and pusoy dos until morning
aND IT ALSO MEANT PERSISTENT TITAS WHO WANT TO HEAR YOU SING
AND FOR WHAT (looking at you tita cory)
loki has never heard you sing
and when he does oh god
imagine that scene in the loki series
wHEN SHE SINGS SHE SINGS COME HOME
that’s like one of the only good things about the series /hj
sorry lost my train of thought there
anyway that scene but you and your fam while loki watches silently, smiling softly
yOU LOOK SO CUTE WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT OR NOT
bopping around and dancing and singing
that much adorableness? illegal
he pleads to hear you sing again
sadly, you deny him
ghorl why tho
if he asked me to sing god id never shut up