Angelic State Of Mind

Thinking about horrible sad beige houses and how much nicer they could be if people would accept NOVELTY

“how could you be so stupid” well you know what. its really not that hard

I am finally off my period and am going out w my man tomorrow and if I don't get dick by approximately 10:01pm Friday, March 8th 2024 I am going to gnaw off my own leg

I Don't Think My Boyfriend Actually Likes Me, And Is Not Over His Ex, Is This Intuition Or Anxiety?

three thousand word volumes by be

New job is so slow on fridays that I always get so tired after lunch. I have to wait till my 2nd 15 to take a nap tho 😭😭😭

(Coming from a transmasc cyborg) They call me an Emale the way only my electronic parts make me male

Felt evil and deranged, but turns out I just needed a nice shower with watermelon soap, vanilla shaving foam, and baby lotion, with Work Song by Hozier playing in the background. Silly me.

Oh just tear my heart out why don't you???

The Best Medicine

Word count: 6,282

Loki x reader (SFW) – the reader is not gendered (no pronouns are used), however, since I identify as a lady, this might read more like a female reader. No use of Y/N. 

Content warnings: Discussion/symptoms of cramps (never specified as menstrual cramps, but it is lightly implied), taking medication, sort of graphic descriptions of pain (nothing too horrible, but if you’ve ever had cramps, you know how it is), slight NSFW joking (b/c Loki lol)

Summary: the reader experiences bad cramps, and Loki puts his magic abilities to good use

Also on Ao3

This is my first time writing Loki and my first reader insert, so apologies if things are a little funky

 Part two (complete)

You and Loki had a sort of arrangement. It had started completely by accident one fateful night – a night that had you battling for your life. 

Cramps. You were having god-awful cramps. 

They had woken you up in the middle of the night, pulling you out of a blissful unconsciousness to the feeling of your insides being ripped to shreds. 

You groaned, rolling off your bed and just managing to kick your legs underneath you before stumbling towards the door.

You didn’t think to put socks or a sweatshirt on, despite the cold temperature inside the compound – all you could think about was getting ibuprofen in your system before you exploded from the sheer pain of the claws tearing at your internal organs. You really needed to keep a bottle of Advil in your room. Unfortunately, the medication you were looking for was in the kitchen. 

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This last year has been so atrocious for me omg my blog has become so icky ranty

I need to get back into girlblogging I think it'll keep me sane and normal ugh