#envingade

oh boy oh boy oh boy, where do i even start?  how much i love @envingade...

to start off with, wow.  what an amazing loki?  shadow’s portrayal and writing and styling continually leave me awestruck and unable to function, and every time they write a reply for someone and i even GLIMPSE at it, i’m overcome.  shadow has such a way with words, beautiful formatting, and a Loki of such high quality that a grade of A++++++ doesn’t even cut it.  i’d even go so far as to say i am insanely jealous of my dear twin here, and every reply she writes makes me want to get good again and become an even better writer.  i literally cannot express enough how FLOORED i am by shadow’s style of writing.  it’s beautiful, poetic, elaborate, flows oh so beautifully, it’s evocative, creative, dynamic...i could go on and on about it.  i truly could.  honestly words don’t even properly express just how amazed i am constantly by shadow’s writing style.  i just...i can’t.  i literally CANNOT, shadow, you’re TOO GOOD, I CAN’T PROCESS IT.  I CANNOT.

and don’t even get me started on how she writes loki?  shadow writes a fabulous loki.  stunning, jaw dropping, emersive, i just...wow.  WOW.  every time shadow writes loki it just FEELS right.  i can’t explain it.  it feels like loki.  it feels like loki is actually there on the page being, well, loki.  every reply i read is just “that’s so loki” to the point where i’m honestly convinced that shadow has the REAL loki shrunken down and in her back pocket for insight.  either that or shadow really IS loki and has been lying to me this whole time...which, coincidentally, is EXACTLY what the real loki would do.  i’m onto you, shadow.  >:|  i’m onto you.

AND SHADOW IS ALSO THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER???  i mean, take one look at shadow.  go on.  take one look at just ONE ooc post of hers.  she’s an angel.  a legitimate sweetheart.  i can’t get over how positive shadow makes me feel every time we talk, or hell, even when we’re not talking and i just happen to see her on my dash talking to someone else.  or just in general, actually.  legitimately just SEEING shadow making posts on my dash, even if it’s just reblogging photosets, makes me feel better inside.  there’s just such a bubble of positivity around her that is literally infectious, i honestly don’t know what to say.  i truly don’t.  i literally cannot be sad when shadow messages me.  i just can’t.  it’s impossible.  literally SUCH a positive light in my life, and i’m so thankful to have ever met her.

also shadow deserves a million bonus points for letting me ship my trash oc with her loki, which literally means the world to me?  it’s my comfort ship, and shadow indulges me.  i can’t believe it.  i’m only sorry that my lack of motivation has kept me from making much progress in our writing on that front.

honestly, i could keep going.  i really could, and i’m half tempted to, but i don’t wanna overwhelm my sweet shadow any more than i already have, so i’m gonna call it quits here.  just.

It had taken Steve a long time to move from his spot. After watching as his closest friends turned to dust in front of his eyes...well. It was hard for him to even begin to think of continuing the fight. Thanos had disappeared, Bucky was...he couldn’t even begin to process it. He didn’t want to process it. How many times had he found his friend again, only to have him ripped from him like nothing? The number seemed far too high, and Steve just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t even begin. 

Eventually he started feeling again, his legs getting stiff and uncomfortable from the position he had been sitting in. He reluctantly got to his feet, glancing over at the dust pile that had been Bucky. “God Buck...I’m so sorry,” he murmured, a hand brushing against the dust before he reluctantly pulled away. He turned toward Wanda’s, reaching out again. “’m sorry I couldn’t protect you better. You deserved...so much more.” He finally had to force himself away from the remnants of his friends, returning to the palace in Wakanda with hunched shoulders and a look of complete defeat.

Send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it!!

okay honestly the funniest thing ever about my messages/experience with envingade is that we LOVE EACH OTHER and have spoken quite a bit, but holy crap we have promised each other a starter SO many times. i was meant to write it, then the other way around, and then i think i said i’d do it again, and it still hasn’t been done. i love it. it almost feels like if a starter came from either of us i’d just die laughing because it’s been going on since APRIL. i love them sm and read everything they post, they really get loki and whenever i read the threads i just melt. 

She wouldn’t have expected herself to grant aid to him, let alone feel a need to COMFORT him in a time of what seemed like horrid contemplation. Seat next to his side is stolen by her, finding a shift in form to grow lax once she’s finally seated. It was the look she knows so well that he previously adorned on his features - thoughts of the future, of oneself, of everything they’ve encountered, of what may be to come & pass. It’s thoughts that have her fearful of the future, worried for others safety; perhaps, even his own. 

“You seemed troubled ; I thought if I gave you a blanket & hot chocolate , it might help a bit to soothe you. “ As it always does for herself, arm extending to place own mug of hot chocolate onto the table before them. It would be a lie to say she doesn’t share such similar thoughts, more so with each passing day that brought the inevitable future closer & closer, brought death’s grasp closer & closer until she could feel it’s fingers ghosting down her back, so ready to grasp & simply take control. 

This is a lie you are amazing and I hella admire you