#BUT THERES ONLY SO MUCH LOKI TO DRAW

[thevastnessof]

Just watched Thor Ragnarok 12/10, would watch again i love it

[kaz11283]

Chapter 5

Characters: Clint, you, Loki

Warnings: this is a SLOW burn, slight angst, fluff at the end, Loki starting shit.

Summary: life has never really bwen this complicated. Or well the life that you think you know has never really been this complicated. Living with the avengers, learning new things, yeah its gonna be a long road but what else do you have to look forward to other than the random runins with the god of mischief.

Loki Masterlist

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It had been about a week since you had arrived at the tower and just as long as your incounter with Loki, you hadnt had much time to think about it though since you were normally nose deep in class work or training with Nat and Clint since Tony had sent you the message "If your gonna be an avenger you have to train like one, training starts at 6." You had left him on read after that, you had never been a morning person and you sure as hell wasnt about to start now.

"Alright y/n, lets try you on the bow today." Clint smiled walking into the arena where most of your training took place.

"After I finish this." You said pointing to your coffee. "I swear, you would think that after saving lives you would want to sleep in." You grumbled.

"Bad guys dont sleep, we dont get to sleep." Clint said wiping down a few of his practice arrows.

"You didnt get back till like 3 this morning. Im really starting to wonder if you sleep at all." You tossed your cup away and got up starting to do your stretches.

"Get over here so I can show you how to hold this thing." He saod holding out the bow.

"I know how to use a bow, I was in archery in high school. Top of my team." You grabbed the bow feeling the cool metal in your hand. His bow was diffrent than what you was use to, as light as air almost were yours had been heavy.

"This bow is probably a little different than what your use to. The metal is vibranium, the strings are made of some type of industrial woven string that Tony invinted in his lab. Might be a littlw hard for you to pull back." He smiled looking at the bow like a child.

"It is very beautiful." You examined it looking down the sights has you pulled the string back easily. "Absolutly magnificent peice of weaponry." You looked over at him and seen that he was staring at you wide eyed. "What?"

"No one else has ever been able to draw the string back like that." You let the string gently go back into place amd handed it back to him.

"I told you, I was in archery while I was in high school."

"Theres no way that someone no matter how skilled they are can pull that back."

"Well if your forgetting, apperantly Im not from here either."

"Yup almost forgot, Asguardian. Anyways. You know how to use one of these so lets set up a few targets and get to work. Tony wants to try you out on a few different things, eval you, and see what suits you best. Im already leaning toward you being good at the bow."

After he talked you through some of the basics that you had informed him you knew and he insisted on stating that it was 'mandatory' you were finally able to pick up one of the training bows.

"These bows suck. Stark has all the money in the world and he buys walmart brand bows? If you pull this one back to many times the string will break. Why cant I just use yours?" You roll your eyes looking back at Clint.

"My bow, my baby. If you want ine bad enough you can start off at the bottom and work your way up. You have a card why dont you buy one?" He countered, just then the foor opened drawing your attention.

"Sorry, didnt realize that the area was occupied today, I just wanted to get a few throws in woth the new daggers Stark and Banner decided to enhance for me. Wanted to make sure that they wouldnt bloe up in my face." Loki said walking over to the bay next to you and Clint. You hadnt had a moment alone with the trickster since in the hall weeks ago and now he was here acting as of nothingbhad happened. You looked down at the daggers that he had laid out.

"Wow, those are beautiful." You noticed that not only had he laid down two simple green handeled knives but he had also laid down a set of electric blue ones and a set of gold handle ones engraved with ancient symbols and roses with the stems winding down the hilt. "May I?" You asked leaning down to get a closer look.

"Of course y/n, you are the one that gave me those." He answered casually. Your breathing hitched and you turned to look at him.

"Thats not funny Loki."

"I dont know what your talking about. I was simpl-" he started before you cut him off.

"You know damn good and well what I am talking about. What did you expect? Me to pick it up and everything come barreling back to me? Here I'll do you one even better." You stormed up to the daggers and grabbed one of the gold ones up throwing it at the target on the far side of the room. You had expected it to fall short and clink to the floor but you never hears it fall. When you looked at the target you noticed you had hit the middle.

Clints jaw had dropped as he was looking around the wall to see what you had been yelling about. Loki looked at you with a smug expression. "I assume they must have had knife throwing classes at the school you attended as well."

"Shut up. Clint are we done, I have some studying for class that I really need to do." You looked at clint as he knodded still awestruck. "Thanks, I'll talk with Tony about getting a better bow for me to practice with." You took off toward your room.

Later after you had taken a hot shower and changed into some leggings and a baggy shirt you decided to go to the one place in the tower that you had decided to claim as your own little study corner. It was located on of of the high up floors that happened to be more of an observation deck, you could watch the team leave on missions, see the ocean, and watch some of the most beautiful sun sets that you had seen. You had notice while checking the place out that there was a fairly large window seat that you could spead your work out on as you looked out over the city, this small part of the tower was your little hid away, you hadnt seen any other member of the team up here so you figured when you needed the alone time you could come here. It had seemed to work for the most part until today.

You notice the shadow of the figure standing over you before looking up into the eyes of Lokis confused ones, you had noticed his lips moving before rolling your eyes and taking out your noise canceling ear pods.

"What do you want Loki?" You sighed placing them back into the chsrging dock.

"Well if you hadnt had those things in you would have heard me tell you that I was sorry for earlier." He sassed crossing his arms.

"How did you find me? No one really bothers coming up here." You pulled your legs under your chin and covering you feet with the throw that you had brought up with you this time.

"The AI system has no bounderies when it comes to privacy, it can tell you were anyone is in this god forsaken place." He responded. "May I sit?"

"And if I say no?"

"I'll sit anyways." He shrugged.

"Then what is the point in asking?" You leaned forward moving your papers and books out of the way. He reached down and grabbed a few of the papers to help you.

"Your doing a paper on Shakespeare?" He asked as he sat down reading over the page.

"Umm, yeah. Part of my agreement to come here is so that I can finish up my collage classes. Drama and Art Major." He hamded the paper back to you so that you could stick it in your binder. He gave you a look that you were use to getting from him. "Don't say it Loki." You out your hand up to stop him before he could even open his mouth.

"I wasn't going to say anything." He held his hands up.

"Hum, interesting. The god of lies actually sucks at lying. I should remember that." You smiled. This was the first time you had actually felt half way confortable around him.

"I could never lie to you." He smiled back. "You have always had a knack for seeing right through me."

"I wish you wouldnt do that." You sighed leaning your heas agints the window behind you.

"Do what exactly?" He askes mirroring your position.

"Where you mention something about my past. Its annoying and it breaks my heart."

"Well Dove, how do you think I feel? The worst part about it for me is that while you remember nothing I am stuck remembering everything. Your past, my past, our past together. It truly is the worst pain that I have ever felt. To have something that you have wanted for so long in front of you and they dont even want you back." He sighed looking out the window.

"Loki," you crossed your legs and placed your elbows on your knees. "I have never said that I didnt want you. I just dont know what is what."

"So you do want me?" He laughted.

"That is not what I meant and you know it." You leanded back again. "Tell me about us. About how you and Thor know me." He eyes lite up.

Chapter 6

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[hfbeasty]

Life update!

Turning 24 in a few hours the twelveth of may :) I like this number! I want to start my webcomic "Hunting for Beasts" this year and focus more on drawing my HfB ocs.

Because of my job, my voluntary work, my freelance work, my school and my horse (especially that lil boop) I've had my mind distracted from my own art. Whenever I was free I'd sleep because I was so tired 😅 I'm working on it. I stopped volunteering for a while and I'm only taking extra work when I feel okay. This also because of the following.

My horse Loki isn't doing well. That's this baby.

His knee is hurt and he has a (hopefully not dangerous) tumor that will be removed soon. Horses are very fragile when it comes to their legs so he has to rest and not walk much. We cant ride or play together sadly. He however thinks he's invincible and jumps around, funny man. So because he isn't officially mine (I lease him untill I can afford to buy him) I almost lost him. But I managed to keep him trough a new contract. I can't loose my boy. I've been having a light depression ever since I heard the news, but gladly because of my experience with depression and therapy I know how to catch myself now and not drown in it. Honestly Loki is a big part of my happiness. Having a horse made me go outside, exercise, meet new friends, have a new goal and bond with an animal. Im not sure how to say it because people are like "its just a horse if you wanna ride go trade him in". I cant. An animal can be just as important as a human. This lil man is mijn kleine maatje. Hes a keeper. He has to stay with my for another 20 years. I dont care if I cant ride with him he's my little 500 kg friend. Im responsible for him and he loves me. I cant just abandon him. Id never forgive myself. Ugh it feels like I can only rest when he's back to normal :')

Good news is that he's being treated, theres a little bit of improvement in his walking, he's somewhere save where he has lots to look at and entertain himself with and most important of all he's full of life!

And so will I be.

[disaster-bay-leaf]

Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

[kashimos-hajime]

sing for the lion and lamb

Summary: “This was what she had signed up for - a good man and minimal pleasure.”

WARNINGS: spoilers as we get through it, swearing, backstory, struggles, this is one of the happiest chapters Pairing: Dectetive Loki x Reader Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: i’m a mess over prisoners and i wrote this super mess series called 1996. this is the first chapter. this is finished so i’ll be posting the other parts later but its movie+extra scenes bc theres so much stuff to get through and also reader and loki need to get through shit

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To say you love Loki would be a stretch. Two humans, born and raised in Pennsylvania who just happened to have known each other since the care system should have a natural tendency to gravitate towards each other. The two of you found each other again, so you are bound to have some sort of connection. But whilst you have a certain fondness for the man, a certain bond you are quite sure was deeper than blood, you wouldn’t name it love.

No, love is for those who didn’t know better. 

Love is not for the shadows of your eyes or the darkness in his soul. Love is not for men and women like you. 

“Detective.” 

Your eyes raise from the police report of the missing girls before you, blinking away the black boxes and messy scribbles as the man tilts his head at you. “You need something?”

The corner of his mouth twitch into something almost like a smile but your eyes only soak in the pale half-moons under his eyes. He’s sleeping again. Good. He needs all he could get before the case on the missing kids gets some steam. Rolling out your neck, you slide the report into a manila folder and stand.

“Wanted to know if you wanted to head home for a minute or two.” There comes his wide smile, one that completely morphs his face. It tugs at his cheeks, wrinkles his eyes, makes him look younger than he is. Whenever he smiles as he does now, it makes you forget about the paleness in his cheeks, the taste of coffee on his tongue, the rough stubble along his jaw. It makes him look young and handsome and like the street kid you’d known.

He knows you like that smile. Like looking at him. In bed, flushed and moaning, or otherwise. He knows it will convince you and you roll your eyes because this is not going to be a rare occasion where it’ll fail.

“Are you trying to sweet-talk me?” You stretch your arms high above your head, ignoring the way his smile drops off his face as you turn off the burning lamp on your desk. Only the pale lights of the office remains, washing the both of you in ugly pale light. 

“If you have room for dinner, maybe I will.” 

You grab your long coat, popping the collar around your cheeks and he pushes off the wall of your cubicle, walking around and stuffing his hands in his pockets. You sling your bag onto your shoulder and pull hair from underneath your collar.

“No plans for Thanksgiving?” you ask, knowing the answer. It’s only polite to ask. Detective Loki always has a pleasant way of surprising you outside the bedroom.

“None without you, I s’pose.” 

“And we’ve spent the day at work.” You don’t sound particularly surprised and the detective merely shrugs. “Come on, I know a place.”

He cocks his head to the door. It isn’t only the two of you in the station at this time of night but your caffeine-lacking brain rationalizes that they wouldn’t care and you lean up to kiss his jaw. He turns at the last moment and presses a hard kiss against your mouth, teeth snagging on your lips and you sigh into his mouth, tasting coffee and gum and the faint scent of his aftershave. Hands finding his jaw, your fingers scratch at his cheek, trail down his neck and take fistfuls of his jacket.

Your heart thrums in your throat, beats at your stomach like a drum and all you want to do is peel off the clothes burning your body, feeding the fire in your core as he noses your chin, granting himself access to your neck.

“Hey,” you whisper, hands carding through his hair. You aren’t quite sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer as he raises his head from where he’d been sucking a wet mark along the cord of your throat. “I’m hungry.”

“I know.” He ducks again to gently nip at the mark and you smack him lightly, pushing him away.

“You know I’m actually fucking hungry,” you mutter and he growls against your lips, kissing your mouth bruisingly and too, too quickly before he rips himself away. You hadn’t even realized he’d been sucking the life out of you while his hands had casually been in his pockets but he shrugs, the jacket shifting along his shoulders.

Cocky bastard. 

“Come on. Sooner we get dinner, sooner I get you,” he whispers against your ear and you chuckle into his mouth as he snags another kiss.

.

“Do you know what your, uh, Chinese zodiac sign is?”

You wipe at your mouth with a napkin, frowning when your lipstick smears over white. The detective looks up from where he was reading the meaning of each on the paper place mat, offering a smile. This restaurant is one of your favourites, having been the restaurant you went to after your… well, you wouldn’t call it a first date. You went here for a meal once, alone, ‘cause you were hungry after a night with the man sitting across from you. 

After-fucking meal. That’s the phrase. Apt, and conventional, and...

Point is, you like it here and you want him to like it.

He sips on his white mug, taking in the tea as you push around your fried rice. He’s working on some noodles as you drag a finger over the drawings of the Chinese zodiac on the paper.

“No. Do you?”

“Rat.” You watch as he turned to read, finger trailing until he finds the animal at the top of the list. 

“Intelligent, charming, quick-witted. Hm.” He arches an eyebrow and you roll your eyes as the waitress came with the check. It’s only the two of you in this small establishment and you look around, nothing the absence of fortune cookies in the red metallic bowl near the register.

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Thanks.” He raises his hand to gesture in a vague shape and you squint as the waitress poured your mug full of tea. “Hey, you have any of those, um, fortune cookie things?”

“My boss told me cops don’t like fortune cookies.”

“Well, it’s Thanksgiving,” you murmur and the waitress laughs under her breath. “What’s your Zodiac sign?”

“Monkey.”

You toss a glance expectantly at the man sitting across from you and he drops the bill he was reading, looking down at the paper.

“Very intelligent. You have an ability to influence people.” You hum thoughtfully at his answer as he continues, “Maybe you could influence your boss to lower the check a little bit?”

You snort quietly, hiding your laugh as you pull out your wallet. Picking up the slip of paper, you read the the total and begin to lay out bills to pay as the waitress shakes her head.

“Mr. Li is a rooster, Detective,” you comment, extending the check back to the waitress. 

“Thank you.”

“Keep the change.”

“How do you know that?” You don’t miss the edge of his tone as he takes another sip of his tea. Jealousy. You opt not to answer and his gaze drops to the paper. 

“What does the rooster mean?” Leaning on your hand, you watch as he reads out the description. 

“He’s selfish and eccentric.” His eyes raise to meet yours and his gaze carries a hint of mischief. “That’s—”

In unison, both your phones vibrate. David’s clatters against the table and you shove a hand into your bag, feeling for yours. Digging out the phone, you stand and gather your coat and bag as David grabs his own raincoat. The heels on your boots click hard against the tile in your haste to get from the restaurant to the car with as little rain contact as possible as David answers the phone, right at your heels.

Shielding yourself from the rain, you walk to the car and duck into the old thing, slamming the door shut. He slides in beside you, twisting the keys in the ignition and he hands you the radio on instinct. As the two of you pull out of the parking lot, you can’t help the warmth in your gut extinguishing. 

It is so easy to pretend, sometimes. To act as if you’re people you wish you could be. A bitter taste floods your mouth as you think about moments like the ones in the restaurant, ones where you felt so perfectly normal that it’s crazy to even think about the broken parts between you and the man beside you.

But then you’re dragged back into the real world. The real world of long nights, and bullet rain, and the fact that you and David are merely co-workers who live together because that is the only way you can survive having him in your life.  Any more than what he is now, the occasional hook-up, your partner in every case, it might as well break you.

It’s clockwork, working with him. Without rust or a knot in the system, you never feel like there is a task you cannot handle, a case you cannot crack. That ease, that bond, doesn’t come from something messy like what could’ve been. It comes from someone who knows your mind better than you. 

The thought terrifies you at night because you sure as hell think about what could’ve been more than you’d like to admit.

Shaking yourself of the person you were in the restaurant into the person you are, you roll down the window and let rain-slick wind slice into your cheeks. There is a plastic container of gummies on the dash and you reach for it, nerves biting at your fingers. Your other hand reaches for the radio as you respond.

“This is 13-40 and 13-41. We’re five minutes out. We’ll meet the responding units there.”

.

Your whole body drenched in sleet-cold rain, you feel your jaw twitch as David interrogates the man into the corner of the room. You can’t help the pity welling up inside you as you gently tease your hair through a proffered towel, and you can’t help the fire burning in your stomach, warming you from the inside out.

His tactic, getting up close and personal with the potential suspect, always has a way of messing with you.

Shaking it off, you ignore the thoughts that dog at you persistently — the images of him grabbing at Alex Jones and wrenching him to his feet — as you turn away. You squeeze your hair between the towel as you walk through the halls of the station, your heels echoing in the mostly-empty building. Linoleum reflects the artificial light as you reach the locker room, pushing open the door and throwing the damp towel into the dirty wash basket.

Shedding your long rain coat, you sigh and begin to unbutton your blouse. It sticks to your skin like wet paper as the air conditioning puffs goosebumps onto your chest and arms. You unzip your boots, tugging them off before peeling away your pants and examining the status of your socks. Your badge clatters against the wooden bench as you sit down in nothing but your bra and underwear. Your nose twitching, you stare down at your toes and inhale sharply. Rain is clogging up your sinuses, but your socks are dry.

Not soaked through, so boots held up. Good. 

The shower pelts against your skin, hot bullets that slam into your skull deliciously and chase whatever chill rain left on your skin as you hear the door open. Closing your eyes, you let the shower run over your face, focusing on the hissing stream over the clatter of boots you can hear.

It’s nearing 12 AM and you are sure everyone who doesn’t want to be here and don’t need to be here are gone. No one is here more than you and David. No one showers in here if they had a choice. So much for Thanksgiving. Should I be giving thanks that we might’ve caught the sick fucker already? Perhaps.

In your heart, somehow, you know it isn’t him.

Through the shuffling of fabric, you rake shampoo through your hair and begin to lather your body with soap, merely waiting until he shows up as steam begins to soak into your skin. A pair of pants drop to the tile, the clink of a belt against ceramic. Then, soft footsteps that brush against the shower tile and a shadow that blocks out the faint light. Taking a deep breath, you run your hand over your face and pull open the shower curtain. 

“Come here,” you murmur over the steam rolling out of your little shower stall. David steps in through the shaft of light that pours through to your little world before thrashing the curtain back into place. The stall dims remarkably as he leans down to kiss your forehead. You step back so he can stand under your stream of burning hot water and he blinks against the current.

Your forehead rests against his collarbone. His arms rise to run hands through his hair and he cards fingers through the dark strands as your hands encircle his waist. It’s darkly intimate, and all too familiar but you can’t help the addicting heat that he provides. Water runs down his chest and over your arms as you count the tattoos on his chest. One, two, three...

“Any leads?” Your voice is barely audible over the hiss of the shower.

“Aunt’s house.” He has a tattoo of a robin mid flight along his ribcage, and you trace the arc of its wing, palm flat against his heaving ribs. It’s one you know every stroke of, one you watched being carved into his chest. Your eyes close as a finger curls underneath your chin, lifting you to him. “Open your eyes.”

You do to see strands of hair falling into his eyes, his skin red against the blistering heat of the shower. Cupping his face with one hand, you use your fingers to delicately pull away the dark slick hair. His eyes bleeding midnight, his breath ghosts against your lips as his finger trails down your neck. His hand is warm against your throat and he makes sure that your eyes do not stray. As if an astronomer can look away from the phenomenon in the universe, a clash of asteroids, a dying star. He reaches into your mind, pulls you apart like a well-worn book, and reads your thoughts like a diary entry before he pulls out and his eyes fill with shards of glass.

“This isn’t like that,” he promises, insists, convinces you, and you nod because it’s the only thing you can do. Your heart splits in your chest, thrumming in your mouth and crushing your stomach all at once as his gentle grip on your neck firms. Your hands trail his waist, fingers dancing along tattoos that used to have meaning as you count the seconds you can stay standing. “We’re gonna find these girls.”

“Yeah. I know that.”

He sighs, eyes searching your face and you kiss him fully, softly. His lips taste of wind and rainwater.

The shower turns off and the two of you step out, drying each other’s legs and arms, face and hair as is routine when you shower together, and then you get dressed. He clips your badge to your belt, you slide the ring onto his pinky finger. He zips up your boots, you clip the necklace around his neck.

Clockwork.

You toss your hair up into a tight knot and hang your raincoat over your arm. Your gut twisted, you turn to your… something. He gives you a short nod, raking his hair back with rough fingers. You shed your old self, leave it in the shower to slip into the drain.

“Let’s go.”

.

Whilst David went for the Birches, you stop outside the Dovers, walking up the steps. The two of you had gotten no sleep last night after the visit to the aunt’s and forensics for the RV came back negative. Caffeine rules your system as you climb the steps and ring the doorbell.

A kid no older than sixteen or seventeen answers, all pale and terrified-looking. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink either and you press your lips together. Although you empathize with the family, you can’t afford to become attached. You nudge your coat to flash your badge and the kid steps aside. Your fingers unclench from its tight fist as you enter the home.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Ralph. Uh, my dad… I… I saw the RV first. Did my dad tell you guys that?” 

You pause, turning around to spot the kid closing the door. He looks like he’s seen death, and his eyes are wide-eyed and shine under the light through the windows. Poor kid.

“Yeah, I read the statement.”

“Okay, Dad wanted me to, uh, make sure,” the boy says and you follow him to where a blonde sits on the couch, tissues littered around her. “Mom?” The woman looks up as you stick out a hand for her to shake.

“Detective Y/L/N. My partner and I are heading the case for your missing daughter.”

“Yes, of course. Sit. Do you need anything to drink?” She begins to unfurl on the couch but you simply hold out a hand. The woman’s face is sallow and thin, and she looks almost as if she is phasing from another time to your present. You sit down on the couch. Her voice scratches and you wonder when the last time she ate was, the last time she showered or drank or slept.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m just here to…” Your voice fades as your phone vibrates in your pocket and you dig it out, turning on the screen to see an email notification from David. Opening it up, you frown at the few attachments strung along.

Better photos of the other kid. Heading over to you now. -D

“So, did we pass?” As you watch the bar across the screen signify the speed of your download, you also begin to forward the photos to the Captain.

“Hm?” You are only half-listening. Your phone vibrates again and you open up the downloaded photos, letting out a soft sigh as round, dark brown eyes stare back at you on your tiny screen. What a fucking shame.

“The poly thing. The lie detector we took this morning.” Turning off your phone, you let it fall into your tight fist as you look at the mother. She stares at you as if you hold all the answers and you swallow a tight knot. “Did we pass?”

“Yeah. You’re fine. I don’t think anyone really suspected the two of you anyway,” you say, glancing at your phone again. “Thank you for your cooperation, though. You understand — the formalities we have to take. Precautions.” You tuck a slip of hair behind your ears and her eyes flicker to the movement, gaze following your fingers. You know what she is trying to do and you interlace your fingers, hiding the permanent ink needled into your skin along your knuckles.

“Yes, of course. It’s just… it’s embarrassing. I don’t know. All this fuss — people are just going to think we’re crazy when they show up here, perfectly fine or… I don’t know.” The woman’s arms crossed tight against her chest, she doesn’t even look at you anymore. Your eyes dart to her knuckles to find them stark white, her fingers digging into the flesh of her bicep.

“Do you have any reason to believe they might’ve run away?” The words come out tough as rubber in your mouth. The woman’s eyes close and you sigh, already regretting your words. You know in your gut that that isn’t the case.

“No,” she breathes, “no. They’re happy. They… the must have run away.” A silly child’s game. The woman nods along to her own words as she tries to convince herself. Your heart crumbles to ash in your chest as you force on a smile. “I think they must have run away, right?”

“Of course, Mrs. Dover. But we’ll find them,” you assure, setting a hand gently on her knee. She seems to quiver under your palm as she swallows and looks at you with bleak, earthwet eyes.

“Your police captain told me about the two of you. Um, he said that you and your partner—” You suck in a quiet breath, already knowing what her next words are going to be. You don’t like it, the pressure, the want to keep a record pristine, but your reputation has always preceded you in cases like these. Cases where you just wanted to find the grave and be done with it when your very thought should be finding a warm body, not a cold one— “he told me that the two of you have solved every case you’ve ever been assigned. Is that right?”

Your nails dig into the flesh of your palms as you look away. You don’t want to give this woman hope, even if she needs it. It’s stupid, you realize, to stare at the reflection of yourself when you have already smashed every mirror.

Your nose twitches.

The doorbell rings. The kid, Ralph, goes to get it again as you look up at the woman. She’s beginning to break down, hiding her face in her hands as she mumbles out apologies.

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry,” she whispers through her tears as the door opens. You can see the shadow of him on the walls before he comes in and you shake your head minutely as soon as your gazes meet. Nothing here. “Do you… do you have children, detective?” 

You bite your lip until you taste blood.

“We’re gonna find your daughter.” Mrs. Dover looks up jerkily, flinching at the man’s voice. Closing your eyes, you hang your head as your partner walks deeper into the room. Everything feels like it’s been scooped out of you, replaced with nothing but sick and acid.

You can’t listen to promises you aren’t quite sure you can keep anymore.

[njcodiangelo-archive]

you are seriously sweet for wanting to do mine, thank you!! ✨ + /tagged/*mine (or if you want just strictly gifs: /tagged/mygifs) your choice! can't wait to get to yours too!

holy shit you have a lot of creations, but oh my god are they all beautiful! they were so hard to pick my faves so honestly im gonna have a do some honorable mentions at the bottom.

my absolute favorite might just be this tangled gifset i ABSOLUTELY love the colors in this, and i am an absolute hoe for disney movies, and tangled is just so good. you captured SO MANY amazing scenes (that mother gothel scene might be like my fave in the entire movie) & just can i say the c o l o r s again like omg just A M A Z I N G

ok my second favorite is probably this pepperony quote edit its just so good, and the quote fits them so well. and holy shit my heart just broke bc that is so sad, but its sooooo good. like my heart just got stomped on but im grateful bc that gifset is just beautiful!

third would be this drawing of hugh jackman bc holy shit that is just amazing. like the realism, the colors, the EVERYTHING about it is just so perfect. its so close to the reference picture thats just *chefs kiss* i love it!

next i gotta go with this x-men gifset like holy shit i dont usually even like the x-men franchise that much but ohmygod this gifset is gorgeous. and ok can we go back to ur coloring abilities, bc holy shit theyre so good. i l o v e vibrant colors & this is so pretty like the blues??? the reds??? the purple??? the greens?? so good, so so good i absolutely love it

ok fifth is this spotify gifset for infinity war bc 1. this idea is awesome, like oh my g o d thats so cool & i love the scenes you used to each song thats AMAZING. also ur coloring again? amazing brilliant showstopping spectacular one of a kind never been done before. can we go back to the scenes tho bc holy shit the heartbreak, the loki & thor scene? the gamora scene? just god tier holy shit

ok ik i was only supposed to do 5 but there were so many good ones, i loved all of your icon packs bc holyshit thats commitment, theres so many & theyre all so beautiful. i also loved this gifset of thor & loki bc just ah! what can i say i love parallels. ty for sending this ask love! i had so much fun doing this!

CREATORS: SEND ME ✨ + THE LINK TO YOUR CREATIONS AND I’LL ANSWER WITH MY TOP FIVE FAVORITE EDITS OF YOURS!

[the-worst-fe-player]

Tell us about your summoner oc pls!!

Just want to say thank you so much for this ask its made me really happy and also please dont judge to harsh iv never made an oc before and I dont really know what I'm doing lol. Also the idea of how it works is that when he is in the world of heroes time stops in his world. So he can spend 5 years in askra come back to his world and no time has gone past. Also I'm so sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes it's the dylisxc sorry.

Name = Taylor

Gender = male

Age = 19

What they do in there own world = studying to become an physiotherapist in a university london(because I'm from England and I dont know how other countries school system work sorry) but also works part time in a tesco

Personality = easily attached to poeple so dispite being quite intelligent on the battle feild he has done some stupid things to make sure they stay safe. Get extremely angry when it comes to poeple getting hurt (physically and emotionally)which sometimes isn't a problem but sometimes this means he has given away locates when the group is trying to be stealthy, which has put them in even more danger at times. Is out going and confendnet when around strangers and friends but this is a bit of a mask, as he feels like he has to put of that face because of him being the summoner. Close friends will known that he is quite nervous with a very strange sense of humour (at least to them)

As a unit = after the events of book 1 he started to try and become a healer. While he cant defend himself very well only able to do light magical damage he is a very skilled healer. He rides a horse into battle

Realship with the heroes = close friends Donald it started with him asking him why he wears a pot into battle and there friendship took off from there. Laslow, laslow was just being laslow and flirted with him and to humor him taylor flirted back and they had tea together and became good friends, especially as laslow understood the whole hiding behind a more confident persona. Est, she reminds him of his little sister so he feels the need to protect her (that need that she needs protecting changes when she takes down a Duma that would have killed him) but they often go out to the market to buy supplies as she easy to talk to.

And with the heores oc =(also for the sake of idk how to write them in the veronica, bruno and loki bunny alt dont exist in this one I'm sorry)

anna = as a broke uni student he respects her money loving ways. They can be caught scheming ways to get some extra money

Sharena = she saw right through the persona he put on so she was able to see the real him very quickly. They have shared eachother darkest secrets and so they trust eachother completely and get on very well. Also the only person to get his sense of humour. She was the first person he came out as bi to which was followed by her coming out as a lesbian to him. Helped her and fjorm get together.

Alfonse = at first they only talked while working together because of alfonse fear of not wanting to get close to Taylor but he saw Taylor stressing out after he thought everyone had left the war councils meeting. They both had a heart to heart Taylor admits his fear of not doing well another and faling and alfonse explains why he fears getting close to poeple. The only person he has taken into his world has alfonse was curios so he showed him the day to day life. A customer was rude to taylor in Tesco and let's put it this way alfonse is banned from all Tesco.

Fjorm = extremely good friends with eachother and he feels guilty about her dying believing that it his fault dispite her saying that it's not and she doesnt regret what she did. Wants to try and make her last years alive as happy as possible. Beause hríd couldn't stop crying (he gives me those big brother vibes you cant change my mind) Taylor walked her down the aisle at her and sharena wedding.

Gunnthrá = the big sister he never had, just like with fjorm he feels guilty for what happend to her and cant forgive himself. She took him to nifl once and like good all English men he was freezing to death within the first 5 minutes.

Hríd = talk about there sister together a lot as Taylor has 2 and love them to peaces like hríd does with his. Hríd has basically adopted him and whenever Hríd is deployed he always looking behind him to make sure no arches are amining at Taylor. He taught him how to ride a horse

Ylgr = she always messing about and playing pranks so he uses her powers for evil good by setting her on heroes that are annoying him. Dispite her being very strong especially for her age he can never use her in battle out of fear of what will happen. But he has taught her to yell yeet when throwing her daggers.

Laegjarn = not exactly friends but they respect eachother. Dispite being in charge and never abusing his power over her and laevatein unlike surter she has a new resolve that once she goes back to her world she going to take laevatein and leave surter as she now knows theres a better way of life and that theres poeple that are willing to give her a second chance.

Laevatein = pretty much the same as laegjarn but Taylor also teachers her how to ride a horse after finding out she has a interest in them

Helibindi = is trying his best to summon his sister. He is suspicious of his outgoing nature and is sure there something going on underneath but doesn't know how to get through. Is one of the few that notice when Taylor is struggling with something even if it something small, so he often get stuff of the top shelf for him because Taylor is a bit short.

Eir = not close yet but he was the one that gave her a hug and stayed with her after hel death.

Random info = 5'5, middle child oldest brother is 23 youngest sister is 13, bi, allergic to cherrys, has a dog called robin.

I just released how much I wrote and I'm so so sorry but thank you so much for the ask I was sad because of irl stuff but this really cheered me up writing this so thank you so much. I'm going to use a picrew to show what he looks like because I cant draw and idk how to describe well

[storiesundercandlelight]

Loving Loki - Six

I stirred into consciousness, I could feel a chill on my bare shoulders from where the comforter had fallen off, but the warmth around my waist and behind me was comforting. David was awake, his hand drawing patterns delicately along my side and across my ribs. I didn’t move for a moment, I wanted to just lie there are appreciate the fact that David was there with me. 

I turned slowly, finally contempt with the amount of time I’d left myself to enjoy the moment and faced David. His hair fell on the pillow and some in different directions. I stifled a giggle, he looked so messy, the only other time I had seen David without his hair neatly slicked back was when he got worked up over the case and ran his hands through it in irritation. 

His hands still traced along my body and I looked down for a moment, my eyes skimming over the small tattoos that were dotted across his fingers. 

A sudden ring made me jump slightly as David sighed and turned quickly to answer his phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was harsh and croaky with sleep. I stayed still as David sighed again, running his hand through his hands and then down over his eyes before siting up suddenly. The comforter pooled around his waist and pulled further off of me with his movements. “Yeah I’ll be right there”

David hung up and turned to me, a tired look falling over his features as he ran a hand up my arm before giving me an apologising look. “I need to head in, they found a girl this morning”

“I’m so sorry” I sat up, pulling the comforter with me to cover myself. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, are you? I’m sorry I know we were meant to have a day off today” 

“It’s okay, my friend Kates due tomorrow so I should probably get set up for when she turns up”

“Oh did you tell me about a friend coming over?”

“Yeah” David looked at me confused for a moment, his eyebrows coming closer as he tried to remember. “it’s okay if you forgot, you should go if they need you”

“Yeah, yeah right” David got up, I stayed in the bed as he pulled on his clothes quickly, grabbing his top and pulling it over his head before sitting down on the end of the bed to put on his shoes. I moved behind him wrapping my arms around his shoulders and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll miss you” I whispered in his ear. “Will you be back later?”

“If you’ll have me” David turned to his head to me when he’d finished with his shoes and pushed his lips against mine. “I don’t know how late I’ll be”

“Thats okay, I’ll wait as long as I can” I smiled reassuringly.

“Like that?” I watched Davids eyes travel down over my body, the thin comforter barely covering me.

“Are you suggesting you want me to wait like this all day for you Detective?”

“Well the ideas very appealing” A small smirk played across his lips before his phone buzzing quickly ripped it away again. “I need to go”

“Okay” One last kiss and David was out the door, I listened as he grabbed his jacket, keys and the close the door behind him, his car soon pulling away from the house and then nothing. It felt so quiet without him here now. Stop it, you’ve been fine all this time. I sighed and got up, I just needed a shower, thats all.

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I pulled up to the edge of the woods, near the outskirts of town. Police cars littering the edge of the road, blue lights flashing despite the early morning, tape being pulled across any possible entry ways to the site. 

I saw Chris stood by the car talking to two of the forensic team. Fuck I couldn’t remember their names. The sky was grey, too grey for my liking. The last thing I fucking need is rain right now. I made me way over to Chris, pulling my jacket collar higher to protect my neck from the cold.

“Loki” Chris nodded to me, I didn’t stop, he knew the drill and followed me to where the forensics were knelt down between two trees, the ground was wet, moved underneath my shoes. “She’s young, 20-24, we’ll know more when we get the ID on her, we couldn’t see too many signs of struggle, mainly some bruising on the arms and neck but she wasn’t strangled. Theres a weird tinge to her lips, we’re having that tested, could be poison”

“Any ideas on how she got here?”

“Nope, grounds wet, it rained last night but not enough to get rid of tired tracks if there had been any, theres no footprints either, she might have bene brought here early yesterday before the rain, they’re taking her down as soon as you get a look”

We stopped by the second round of tape, and there she was. Dark hair falling around a lifeless face, her eyes were closed thank god, I couldn’t stand to see them open. There was bruising everywhere Chris said. She was dressed in a black cami, dirtied by the mud and a pair of skimpy underwear, her legs and arms were covered in mud, the rain had left water tracks running down through the dirt. 

I leant down to get a closer look. There was a darkness under her eyes but I couldn’t tell if it was because of lack of sleep or something else. There was blood around her ribs from a gash along the side, not deep enough for a stab, more like a slash across the skin. 

“You think she tried to run? Killer caught her with the knife?” Chris knelt down beside me using his pen to move a piece of the girls hair to get a better look at her neck.

“No, why would he just cut her? If she went to run he would have stabbed her clean up, unless he was buying more time, threatening her by cutting her, but there’s only the one cut so that goes against the norm too, if he wanted to give her a rough time there would be more…”

“Maybe she behaved after that”

“Maybe, you get an ID yet?”

“No still waiting”

“She a hooker?” I leant forward getting a better look at the wrist that was hidden partially by her hip, a small lotus tattoo covered the space below her hand. 

“Umm…I’m not sure, we’ll know when we get the ID, you got an idea?”

“Her clothes, the lack of struggle. Unless she was drugged she probably took off her clothes willingly, the bruising on her arms was probably done during moving her, assuming she didn’t just walk here herself, though without shoes it seems unlikely”

I stood up and turned to Chris. “Get them to move her, I want the ID Chris, I want tests done including drug and checked if she slept with anyone before hand”

“Sure thing”

I turned and looked around the forest, the trees were creating a darkness that was unsettling for the time of the day. “They find anything else?”

“Nope. She’s the only thing out of place here”  

“Alright” I walked back to the car as they lifted her to transport her for testing. I fucking hated this, this small town caused so much shit. I pulled the door closed and sat there for a moment. I felt my eyes squint a few times. Fuck  I thought that stopped. It happened a lot during the last case, the blow to the head didn’t help much either but over the last couple of weeks it hadn’t happened. 

I sighed and put the car in gear before pulling out and heading to the station. 

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That shower was just what I needed. I let my hair air dry as I walked around cleaning up the house, with Kate due tomorrow I wanted the place to be clean now that it had been decorated. I picked up my Patterson books off the floor by the couch, putting them on the bookshelf. I cleaned the mugs me and David had left on the coffee table, wiped down all the kitchen.

I wondered how David was doing. I sighed as I placed the mugs in the cupboard, I knew his work would crop up again I just didn’t think it would be so soon again. I finally felt perfect with David and the buzz of his phone had officially become my pet peeve.

I rolled my eyes as I heard my phone vibrate against the kitchen counter, typical. I huffed out a laugh and walked over to my phone. It was Kate.

Change of plans girly! I’m heading up today!xxx

Oh great, I sighed again and wrote a quick reply back letting her know that was okay. Not that I had much choice and quickly made my way to the bedroom, pulling out some nice blankets and a few pillows. I hated that Kate had to sleep on the couch, she said she didn’t mind but I still felt awful. Knowing us we’d end up crashed out on my bed anyway after a few drinks.

Oh wait. David. Would he be there tonight? I stood still for a moment debating on wether I should call him to not to let him know. I booked a few days off of work for Kate’s visit but David didn’t have time off. I didn’t want to keep him up with out antics but I felt awful at the thought of not seeing him. I pulled out my phone again.

Hey, Kate’s turning up early, she’ll be here later today. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I know you’ll have work tomorrow x

 I sighed and put my phone away in my jeans pocket and placed the blankets and pillows on the couch. Well, I guess I better get myself ready to party. 

[ace-of-gay]

Imma just answer all of these😌

Bucky, loki, the mad hatter

My lighter that looks like a vape

Only during the summer yes

I think theres a possibility of any for the most part

Central heterocromia gold/yellow center blue green grey outter

Chaos... thats why

Hair ties all the way but since i was itty bitty we called them hair pretties

6 and 18 monster cans

Hot coffee

Depends on my mood

Art, reading, drawing, bowling etc.

A spectacular day today as i finally graduated

10 house ago?

Yesss! I love anything to do with rain

Nope

Yuuup

Nearsighted but i have chronic vestibular and hemiplegic migraines so basically everything is blurry 24/7

Just regular v05 shampoo and no conditioner due to sensory issues

Sure why not, pick a color

Soda

Scruffy my stuffy and my favorite baby blanket

I have no idea

I dont like being freezi g cold but a chill is good

Watching a thunderstorm

None im allergic and have severe migraines

Someone hugging me during a breakdown

14 hours just the other night due to meds

Sometimes yes Sometimes bo but if no than its because im in an allodynia episode

Medium in the beginning and scalding hot in the end

Yes a glass of lemonade

Ukulele screamo iykyk

The yellow one with torn edges

To fred Myers across the street from my school to buy matching squishmallows with my friends

Come on get higher by matt nathanson, every twenty one pilots song, ever American idiot greenday song and 90% of the kings of leon songs

Pacific standard time

Once in the verrry begining of my account

Babysitter from elementary school

Dunno allergic to everything

Chapstick count?

Yup, had chips

Practically milk

Uuuuuh YouTube to listen to music, mr. Ballen, and Disney +to listen/ watch Alice in wonderland

some spicy feels like an allergic reaction or it might have just been an allergic reaction i dunno... i just LOVE spicy

I dunno

I cannot off the top of my head

Dont have one

"I very much do thank you"

Friends house 16 years old, tiny swig threw up seconds later

Yes

Of course!!!

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[bookmawkish]

"Remember Me" our OTP =P

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify]

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“First of all,” Tony says, as they walk very briskly down the corridor (they’re not running, no, because running would suggest life-or-death urgency, and this wasn’t that, not at all) “don’t freak out. Okay? He’s fine. He’s absolutely fine. He’s awake, he’s hungry, he’s watching TV. He’s fine.”

“Apart from the small issue that he doesn’t have the first idea who any of us are.”

“Aside from that. Hey, I’m sure there’s hundreds of people in the world who don’t know who I am, and they’re all doing great. There’s that one tribe on an island that - ”

Loki’s expression could have cracked mesozoic granite. Tony’s face fell.

“You’re freaking out, aren’t you. I specifically said not to do that. And look, we’re here, you don’t wanna scare him by being all wrath-of-god, right? Chill. Okay? Chill. Happy faces. Here we go.”

He pushes open the door. Heckyl is sitting in the expansive comfort of the medbay’s surgical couch, covered in blankets and with the bedhead propped up at a comfortable angle to allow him to watch the big screen on the opposite wall. As Tony had confirmed, he’s halfway down a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey and seems as alert and cheerful as a kitten. The only glaring sign that anything is wrong is the strapping that binds his left shoulder and the neatly taped square of surgical gauze that’s covering his left temple. He looks up as they enter, and Loki’s stomach clenches.

His gaze isn’t…empty. Not at all. There’s all the usual intelligence and shrewdness in that look, but now it only seems to highlight what isn’t there: because there’s a way that Heckyl should look when he looks at Loki and he’s not doing it now. He looks only enquiring, interested….and confused.

“He knows who he is,” Tony had reassured, earlier. “He knows his name, favourite colour, shoe size, that kind of thing. He knows he’s on Earth, and that Snide is gone, and that he’s safe with people who aren’t going to hurt him, he’s just…a little fuzzy on the details.”

“Am I a detail?”

“Ok that came out wrong. He’s having trouble remembering people. And some past events.”

Like me, Loki thinks, looking at Heckyl and trying not to let his own anger and anxiety show through in his expression. Like us.

“Hi, Tony,” Heckyl says, and seems gratified when Tony finger-guns him, indicating that he’s got the right name for the right face. “Ugh. Not more tests? It’s only been an hour.”

“No no. Your veins and involuntary motor functions are safe from me. I brought you another visitor though, stave the boredom off.”

Loki steps forward, brushing past Tony and not caring if it’s rude. Tony sighs, and withdraws, the door swinging behind him.

“Hi,” says Heckyl, and he smiles, but he looks guarded and cautious.

“Hello,” says Loki, and sits down on the edge of the bed. “My name is Loki.” Is there a hope within him that the name alone will be enough, that Heckyl will smile at him properly and say he remembers? Of course there is. But of course Heckyl does not. Indeed he flinches slightly, as if he’s uncertain about strangers getting that close. Loki tries not to let it bother him, although he aches to reach out in that familiar fashion he’s become accustomed to, pet Heckyl’s hair, let him know that he’s wanted.

“Loki,” Heckyl repeats, as if trying the word out, and something must have slipped in Loki’s expression because then he frowns. “Oh. I know you, don’t I. And you’re upset that I don’t remember you. The doctor - “ and he blinks once, an effort - “Bruce said this would happen.”

“I’m not upset,” Loki lies. “I just want you to be well. How are you feeling?”

“I’ve got a headache,” Heckyl pouts. “My arm is sore. And I’m not allowed out of bed. I’m bored.”

The whining, demanding edge to his tone is so familiar and normal that Loki almost laughs.

“Well then,” he says. “I shall have to entertain you.”

And he does. He spends the next hour speaking of nothing important. Stories, but not of their past adventures - children’s stories from Asgard, some of which Heckyl says he remembers, but when gently pressed, cannot say when or where he first heard them. And Loki does a couple of small, pointless magics. Creating a swarm of glowing butterflies to fill the clinically sterile room with bobbing green lights (Heckyl is delighted) and then his old favourite, duplicates of himself all about the room doing all kinds of things from fighting moves to juggling (Heckyl is seriously impressed).

It’s during the duplicate invasion that the real Loki, moving unmarked amongst ten ephemeral dopplegangers, sneaks up and brushes the very tip of his forefinger to the centre of Heckyl’s forehead. He does not follow it up with magic. It’s just contact, simple and gentle, driven by a pure need to touch his mate, feel the reassuring living warmth of his skin. To know that even if forgetful (and Heckyl’s memory has never been the best, not since the dark energem) he is here. Loki is here and will not leave him. Because he knows how much the ancient orphan hates to be alone.

Heckyl draws in a sharp hitch of breath, and the sound is enough for Loki to be distracted. The illusions all vanish, and there’s just one Loki sat there on the edge of the bed, hand hanging where he has lifted it away from Heckyl’s brow.

“Oh,” Heckyl says, and he suddenly looks terribly tired. “Oh. Oh, no. Not again.”

Loki, suspecting what’s happened and knowing what he must be thinking, moves in on instinct and pulls him into a hug. He knows he’s right when Heckyl immediately relaxes into it, clings to him, hugs back. The relief is immense on both sides.

“It’s only been a few hours,” he says. “You were knocked out. Nothing more sinister.”

Heckyl is silent, his head buried into Loki’s neck, under the long black hair. He is quiet for a long time: and when he speaks his voice sounds slightly choked.

“You bastard. You never got me that pizza you promised me. And don’t you dare tell me that you did and I forgot. I may forget people, but I never forget food.”

Loki laughs.

“Liar,” he chides, happily.

[amara-scott]

Don’t hide me.

Movie: Thor/ The Avengers (non specific) Characters: Loki x Reader Categories: Fluff, Angsty if you squint

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you can make an imagine about loki acting all sweet if its just the two of you but acts completely different (like douche-y) when theres others? kinda like Danny in Grease? 😂

For: @crappyimagines​

His raven hair falls around my face as he kisses me again, his arms on each side of my head. His lips move over mine and wander across my cheek until landing on my throat. I lean my head further into the pillow underneath me, trying to give him as much space as he needs.

Outside the room we both hear voices, several pairs of footsteps coming closer. That's when he's gone, sitting up on the couch and glancing down at a book that appeared in his hand. His face unreadable. I furrow mine, ready to ask what that was.

"-he had no clue! I just wiped him off the- oh, hey guys! I didn't know you were here." Tony says, making his way over and sits down between Loki and I. Obviously seeing the confusion on my face.

"Hey reindeer games, what happend to miss grumpy pants?" He holds a hand to the side of his mouth, whispering to Loki. I roll my eyes and stand up, making my way into the kitchen.

"I don't know." He mutters, eyes not leaving his book. I huff and get out a glass and fill it with water. I gulp it all down and decide to get some air.

"Anyone want a coffee? I'm taking a walk." I point over my shoulder at the door. Most shake their heads, Natasha stands up though and walks over with a smile.

"I'll come with you. I can't stand being alone with the boys for too long without wanting to strangle at least one of them. Especially Tony." She glances over with a smirk, Stark raises a hand at himself, mouth open.

"Me? What did I ever do to you?" He asks and Natasha pulls me out the room.

"So, what's really going on?" She asks as we enter the elevator. Her eyes on the metal doors as I stare at the side of her face. I draw my eyebrows together, laughing and pull a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Nothing." I reply and look away, my arms crossed in front of my chest. The doors open and we walk outside.

"Didn't seem like it. Did he say something?" She continues and I sigh, trying my best not to snap at her. I just wanted to go for a walk to get exactly that guy off my mind for at least a few minutes.

"Natasha, no offence- but I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't matter." I say, a breath leaving my lips. We decide to sit down at the café to drink our steaming drinks. Both of us quiet the whole time. She's testing me.

"You know what- fine. He's always acting different when he's around me. And as soon as someone enters the room- he is all quiet and keeps to himself." I try to explain without mentioning what happens between Loki and I. Not that it's serious. But I don't want anyone to know.

"That pretty much sounds like him. Why does it bother you?" She presses and glances up from her mug as she takes a sip.

"Because he's- Natasha, I really don't want to talk about it." I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to lose some of the tension that builds up in me every time something like this happens.

"You need to sort that out, we're a team. We need to trust each other with our lives. At least let him know what he's doing to you." She says, a soft smile on her lips, I nod at her. I glance down at my coffee. This has to stop.

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The next few days it doesn't change. Pretty much because I never find the right time to talk to him, alone.

We just came back from a mission, everyone in the big living room in the Stark tower. I pour myself some coffee and walk over to the island, taking a seat.

"Hey, kitten. Is that chair taken?" I glance up, luckily not choking on the hot coffee. I raise an eyebrow. He smiles at me, tilting his head to the side.

"Are you talking to me?" I ask and straighten in my position.

"Who else would I talk to?" I shrug my shoulders, glancing around the room.

"Anyone- but me, basically." I reply and slowly stand up, walking out the balcony, not in the mood for more teasing.

"Why are you running from me?" I roll my eyes as they close and hold myself up on the reiling. I sigh deeply. He steps beside me.

"Running from you? I have a better question- why are you a cocky ass all the time? I thought a prince has manners- Thor has at least." I let out and look back over the skyline in front of us. My grip on the metal tight.

"I've never been called that before- may I ask why you think that suits me?" He furrows his brows at me, my mouth hanging open as I shake my head- not believing his words.

"You don't know? That's funny because you deserve that name more than anyone. Do you think it's fun to be kissed and to feel loved and in the next second you're being pushed away? Like you're nothing?" My cheeks feel warm and wet, the wind blowing my hair out of place. But right now I couldn't care less.

He huffs a laugh, stepping closer. "I thought you want this to be a secret, kitten." I bite my lip, balling my hands into fists.

"You're joking, right? You can't be serious- did you ever date a woman? Asgardian or not- did you?" I fold my arms in front of me- his eyes narrowing at me.

"Careful, you know what I'm capable of-"

"-I know. But what surprises me- you're scared for once." I try to make sense of his behaviour. And Loki, a God from another Planet, is scared of falling in love. That must be it, right?

"I dare you to say another word, useless midgardian-" He steps even closer, eyes burning with anger.

"Just admit it." I whisper, when he's close enough to understand me without having to scream.

"What would I be scared of, you?" He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"Yes. That's exactly what I think. Scared of me sharing your feelings. What do you feel for me?" I ask, my voice calm. At this point I am just desperate to hear it from his lips.

"I feel hatred, disgust, anger-" with every word he steps closer but I stay in my spot. Not breaking the intensifying eye contact we build up. I decide to stop his pathetic excuses. I pull his face, pressing my lips against his.

He doesn't object, instead he cups my head with his hand, deepening the kiss. I pull at his uniform. His scent always makes me nauseous, I have to hold myself up on his shoulders- so I don't fall.

After a few minutes- what felt like hours- we part a few inches. Not ready to let go just yet.

His lower lip bruhses mine ever so lightly, giving me goosebumps all over my arms and neck.

"Don't hide me." I whisper, my hands drawing up his neck and into his hair. His hands leave me. I open my eyes, expecting him to go. And he does. He steps back slowly, his eyes boring into mine. He turns around and walks back inside, leaving the door open- leaving me.

I let out a wavy breath, hugging myself when I feel the cold breeze around me. Of course this would happen. He could never love- me.

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This evening the Avengers decided to stay in the living room. The whole time. So I escape into my own room, locking the door. I can't bear watching Loki act as if nothing happened.

My phone rings, I pick it up to see Natasha's name across the screen. Why is she calling me- she could literally walk down the hallway.

"What's up Nat?"

"Why are you not here?" It's not Nat. It's Loki. Is he trying to kill me slowly, painfully? My emotional side first- then the rest.

"You're joking again? Newsflash- it's not funny." I am ready to hang up.

"Wait!-" My finger hovers above the button. One last chance. "-come, please. Join us." His gentle voice nearly has me fooled. Maybe it has me fooled already. My legs walk towards the door. Hand on handle. I hang up.

I push it open and prepare myself to yell at him. To kick and scream, like a little kid. I deserve to let it all out for once.

"Lady (Y/N), we are happy that you join us!" Thor brings a small smile to my face, he is so different from Loki. Speaking of- he is nowhere to be seen. Until he enters from the balcony. Our eyes meet briefly but I break the eye contact, ready to sit next to anyone. But Loki's hand stops me.

I feel the eyes of the rest of the team on us. But mine are on him, only him.

"I don't need words-" He kisses me, pulling me towards him. I hesitate but ignore the snickers and mocking gasps. This kiss was short and sweet.

"I told you- you were scared." He shakes his head. A smirk forms on his lips as he kisses my forehead, his lips lingering at my skin.

"I am never scared, love."

[dappercrows]

Thorki prompt: Discovering a secret kink

“I may not have my weapons or my magic, but there are still many ways I can hurt you, Odinson,” Loki spits out in rage that is just barely being held back by the chains around his wrist. Well deserved chains after what he did, and Thor suspects he’ll be staying in the dungeons for at least a few weeks for it.

It hurts Thor to hear Loki call him that, as if they are not brothers, but letting him know would only be more trouble than it was worth. “You sure?” Thor asks, indulging Loki in this despite knowing it wasn’t in his best interest- despite knowing his brothers wicked tongue had always found ways to manipulate him. Engaging with him might as well equate to unlocking the chains himself. “What could you possibly do to me while you’re like that?” Thor asks again when Loki fails to respond.

Loki’s green eyes fix on him in what Thor can only decipher as lust, though certainly not for him. He can feel his heart rate increase and he worries he has already made his mistake, but he steels himself and stares back, stubbornly. Loki’s mouth opens to speak, but theres a delay in his voice, a pause and then an open smirk before the words move from his throat and dance their way to Thor’s waiting ears. “I can defile you,” he says vaguely and it should not intrigue Thor this much.

“And how would you do that, little brother?” Thor says with smug smirk, this was all talk, Loki’s power was cut off as part of his immediate punishment so whatever he wanted to do to him, he likely couldn’t as Thor could easily best him in Loki’s current state.

“I will piss in your mouth while you sleep.” Loki says with so much more dignity than the words have. “I will shower you with it so you may never get the stink of me off you.” he says with anger as fuel. Thor cannot hide the shock in his face when Loki says these words. His whole body moves a step back and his mouth is wide open as he struggles to find air.

“How…” Thor starts and then stops, realizing that perhaps Loki does not in fact know about this shameful desire of his. But it’s too late, the single word that managed to escape was enough for Loki to piece at least some of it together.

“Why brother,” Loki says, his words drawing out as he takes a step towards him. “Have I stumbled on some sick fantasy of yours? How filthy you are.” Loki teases slowly, his mouth twisted in smugness.

“No- no!” Thor tries, his face feeling hot and below his belly feeling even hotter. He wants to try to explain to Loki why he is wrong but his brother is not done with his torment.

“You desire such humiliation, brother? Is it my piss you crave or is anyone’s? Would you let anyone defile you, oh mighty Thor?” Loki asks and Thor can feel his heart beating in his throat. He had to fix this somehow. Loki knew this secret of his, but he did not need to give him any more. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, then tightens his fist before making a quick, precise motion to punch Loki in his face, knocking his brother out cold.

Well at least that problem is solved for now.

[hot-topic-for-vikings]

Session 3 Recap

The story resumes where it left off. Heskan is headed off to the library, Tuile is on her way to the bakery and Shadowdancer and Corva are still in Frida’s office, investigating. Belloth’s player was absent in this session. 

Corva and Shadowdancer begin to look around the room. Corva reminds them of their one current lead - the black market. Shadowdancer reveals that she might know someone who they could talk to, but is more interested in a note she just found while searching through some documents. 

Neither Shadowdancer nor Corva could read it, but they recognised the symbol of the Raven’s Eye in the corner. They decided to keep investigating the room before leaving to find someone who can read the note. Corva took a look at the window, discovering that the hasps were missing, and Shadowdancer found cut all over the neck and face of the body. Noticing that there was glass on the ground outside of the building, they came to the conclusion that the assassin had their head smashed into the window, which was why it was broken and covered with blood. They were now certain that Frida wasn’t being entirely honest with them. 

They began to theorize on what was really going on. 

Corva: "So you reckon this person isn't a real assassin?"

Shadowdancer: "I reckon yes. The Raven's Eye don't usually use magic. And hiding someone's face is a pretty convenient way of making sure we mistake them for a guild member."

Corva: "True, but what's the motivation then? What are they trying to get out of this?"

Shadowdancer: "Maybe they want us to antagonize the Raven's Eye for whatever reason?"

Shadowdancer: "Supposedly there was a big, bloody fight, but there are only two footprints?"

Corva: "And so much blood... something really isn't right here.”

Shadowdancer lowers her voice way down and gets real close to Corva.

Shadowdancer: "I think there's a reason Lady Frida's reputation is so squeaky clean."

Corva nods, grimacing

Shadowdancer: "No wonder they weren't very worried about the wolf."

Shadowdancer: "Could just be a ploy to get us to act heroic, then hire us to pick a fight with a guild she wants gone."

Shadowdancer: "If we destroy the guild, she wins. If we die, she'll have a reason for destroying them. She wins again."

Shadowdancer: "She hired us after only seeing two of us fight. I knew something was up."

Corva: "I think you could be right."

Corva then decided to call Mari, the guard who first took them to the room, to ask her some questions. A heavy interrogation ensued. The information they got from her includes: 

There had been three attacks so far. 

There had been talk in the barracks about guilds being behind them.

The salary for guards at the noble house is survivable, though they are not given very comfortable living quarters. 

There are around 60 people in Frida’s employ.

Mari does not know Frida well. 

Frida started at the noble house 2 months ago.

Some new guards drop out, but most who make it to 3 months try to stay for as long as they can. 

Markus is Frida’s personal guard, always by her side. He gives a lot of orders and is very strict. 

When asked if she was happy in her job, she wasn’t sure. She said that she manages, but it is hard. If she could change anything she’d have a better bed.

Mari then asked if she could know what was going on. Shadowdancer told her they weren’t sure, but if they got any new leads they’d let her know, which seemed to make her happier. 

Through a bit more searching, they found glass stuck in the assassin’s shoes and prints that didn’t match their shoes. Shadowdancer remembered the note, and took the chance to ask Mari if she could read it, but she couldn’t. They then found some more bloody footprints leading away from the body to where Frida had been sitting that looked like the person had been dragging their feet. Then, Eff said something that would change everything. 

Eff Off: anyway it's kinda hard to investigate more stuff when there's no map and idk what's in the room so

The truth was realised at this moment.

Hamster Master (GM): cant you see it?

Hamster Master (GM): the room?

Camilla S.: what no

Eff Off: ... no?

Camilla S.: it's all black

Eff Off: yeah

Camilla S.: it's always been black, last session too

Eff Off: yes

Hamster Master (GM): WTF 

Turns out we just spent several hours playing without realising there was supposed to be a map there. This is what our group is like. 

Hamster Master (GM): OMFGE

Cravin Raisins: THERES A BUNCH OF STUFF

Hamster Master (GM): IVE BEEN SO CONFUSED

Eff Off: THERE'S STUFF!!!

Cravin Raisins: smh

Hamster Master (GM): well

Camilla S.: ok minor hiccup let's just continue

Hamster Master (GM): yeh

Cravin Raisins: welp okay

Hamster Master (GM): i cant believe

Hamster Master (GM): all this time

Camilla S.: I KNOW

Eff Off: we were just using out imaginations like idiots

Hamster Master (GM): that explains all ur questions

Eff Off: yeah dude

Hamster Master (GM): like....i was like THE WINDOWS R RIGHT THERE

Now we could finally see the room, but it had now been like two hours of us in that room so it was time to move on. We swapped over to Heskan in the library, searching through books to find out about the spell covering the assassin’s face. After a few minutes of looking, he finally found a book containing the information he needed. He then headed back to office, joined by Tuile (who, sadly, never made it to the bakery). 

Back in the office, the group get Mari to leave before they start talking. Corva describes to them everything they found. Neither Heskan nor Tuile were able to read the note when it was shown to them, and no member of the party was even able to recognise the language it was written in. 

Corva then cast Detect Magic, discovering the glowing circle around the assassin’s neck. This spell-casting caused Heskan to realise he had Comprehend Languages, and used it to read the note. It said:

“We do not belong in the dark.”

Shadowdancer then approached the body and found the source of the magic that Corva had seen - a collar around his neck. Removing it removed the spell, and they were able to see the man’s face clearly. 

“The face is no longer blurry, revealing light skin with smudges of blood running from the head. It got pointy features, straight nose, full lips, sharp chin. Their eyes are open and misty, a light grey colour. It's framed by short dark brown hair.”

Tuile tried to draw his face but rolled terribly and ended up with a stick figure. Shadowdancer tried instead. 

Dancer rolls her eyes and takes the paper from Tuile, turning it over to the other side. She begins sketching, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. After a couple of minutes she shows the rest of the group her work, a weirdly realistic portrait of the dead person, every detailed added... plus a small dick in the corner of the paper.

They call Mari in again for a few more questions. Tuile gets her to walk to check whether she drags her feet and finds that she doesn’t. They persuade her to tell them about some trouble happening in the town. 

Heskan: "What kind of trouble?"

Mari: Well...trouble as in....glares and such. Just...weird people not seeming very happy about it all. It's weirding some of the guards out. It's a bit confusing?and well...uh

She looks away again.

Tuile: "Has this happened with previous renovations? Please, Mari."

Mari shakes her head and sighs.

Corva: Mari

Mari: No it's not important I shouldn't...

Shadowdancer: "You're wrong. This is very important, Mari. We need to know what people say, so we can help prevent more assassination attempts."

Mari: I just don't want to cause trouble for anyone...but...ok..

Shadowdancer: "Trust me, you won't get any trouble from us."

Shadowdancer gives her the best smile.

Mari: The guards have...well...they say that most glares come from...O-orcish looking people.I don't know how true that is though.

Shadowdancer: "Orcish?"

Shadowdancer looks at the others in confusion.

Shadowdancer: "Any of this sound familiar?”

Tuile: "Not really."

Corva shakes her head.

Mari kicks at the floor a bit, looking more anxious than before.

Tuile: "Any buildings in particular?"

Heskan: "Mari, do you have any idea why they wouldn't be happy with the renovations?"

Mari: No just....in g-general I...Well, I'm not sure? I'm not an orc... But I think most of the town's orcs live in the more run-down parts? Where these renovations are happening.

Shadowdancer: "Aha. Displaced orcs."

Corva: "Thank you, Mari."

Tuile: "Has Frida interacted with these orcs?"

Mari smile shyly.

Mari: I don't know. I don't see her often

Tuile: "I see."

Tuile smiles at Mari.

Tuile: "We're very sorry for these questions. We want to help Frida as much as you."

Mari: oh it's okay. It's your job after all. I'm happy I can help! 

Her smile wavers a bit.

Mari: That all?

Heskan: "I believe that's all. Thank you so much for your help, Mari." 

The session ended there. It was decided that Eff would do a private session with the GM in the coming week for Shadowdancer to go find her black market contact, and next session the rest of the group would head into the town to visit the bakery and begin the search for the Larry, and perhaps get some morning tea too. It was very late at night for some players, so we all began to log off.

Eff Off: i want the sock keeper to keep my socks if you know what i'm saying

Hamster Master (GM): NIGHT

Eff Off: DM IS ASLEEP TIME TO FUCK

Camilla S.: NO. NO FUCKING 

I really hope we don’t ever make it to anywhere near Loki. 

-- camilla

[kyloredd]

2017 Comic Book Films ranked(none were bad films IMO)

#1-Logan

-Great film with a strong story and even stronger cast. Hugh Jackman brings it home as James ‘Logan’ Howlett in an emotional performance along with a fierce and almost rivaling performance by new to the big screen co-star Dafne Keen, playing X-23. Logan puts an end to just one side of the X-Men series of comic films as it dives deeply into a truly powerful story. Regardless of how flunky Fox’s X-Men timeline is, this movie delivers in every aspect. IT draws laughs, tears and even anger in all routes of the film. The tone was perfect and the blending of the CBM with the Western style genre was both surprising and something different. Jackman has finally closed his last chapter as Wolverine and he went out with what I consider a phenomenal film. 

#2-Wonder Woman

-Another strong film and one of the best superhero origin stories in film. In her breakout role, Gal Gadot takes the character of Diana Prince, Princess of Themyscira, and turns her into not just a strong and powerful female superhero. She turns her into a strong and powerful hero in general and one of the most likable. Not only is Gal Gadot stunning in the role, but the film in general is visually stunning with some of the best cinematography and color grade of a film I’ve ever seen. What really lacks here for me is the villain and that’s all I have nearly bad to say. 

#3-Thor: Ragnarok 

-When first announced, Thor: Ragnarok was expected to be this grim and dark film about the destruction of Asgard. Although the latter remains, Marvel and director Taika Waititi blends the destruction of Asgard well with a newly balanced version of the god of thunder, Thor, himself. Although the movie comes off a bit too Guardians of the Galaxy some of the time,it’s still a very enjoyable film and the plot works very well. With the return of Mark Ruffalo as Hulk, Tom Hiddleston as Loki and introductions of Tessa Thompson as Valkyrie and Cate Blanchett as Hela this film has a very fresh cast. In the end, the motive for Hela could have been alot stronger and clearer as a Villain, but the film still remains in top tier for the year for me.

#4-Justice League

-I am both a huge DC and DCEU fan and naturally so, Justice League is one of my favorite comic book films and my third favorite DCEU film so far. Personally, I don’t really think any one person in the films steals the show, but I think they are all presented as a strong unit and individual characters. Gal still shines as Wonder Woman, Ezra presents the Barry Allen we’ve been waiting for in the DCEU and Jason Momoa just makes me want to see more of Aquaman. I’d also just like to add that Henry Cavill as Superman is my favorite on screen adaption of any comic book hero ever, even more so than Robert Downey Jr as Ironman. Everytime he is on screen, I legitimately feel as if he’s the strong and important force that he actually is. Overall great and fun film, but same as many other CBMs, weak villain and the flow of the story seems choppy at times because it’s so much to build on in a short amount of time. Not to mention, the second after credit scene has me floored!!

#5-Spiderman: Homecoming

-People are probably wondering why this is ranked so low on this list, but as I said above, none of the films on this list are bad films. I enjoyed Spiderman: Homecoming a lot, especially with Tom Holland portraying Peter Parker the way I believe Peter Parker should be played. However, the reason I think this films scores lower than the other films is because it isn’t fresh or new. We’ve seen many Spiderman films overtime and granted theres a lot of substance to any Spiderman story, it just seems like a broken record. I’m ecstatic with the introduction of Spidey in the MCU and what the future holds after this solid film with even more solid performance from Michael Keaton as Vulture. 

#6-Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

-No surprise that Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 is the most visually stunning MCU film yet. Being that the first Guardians of the Galaxy wasn’t really expected to be much of a hit as it was by MCU fans or moviegoers alike, I think this put a lot of expectation on the sequel. Ego was a great villain and probably one of the top MCU villains yet, but I just didn’t feel as involved with the plot as I did the other films. Again, this was a fun and enjoyable film but nothing close to the almost unexpected classic that the first was. 

[leavengersassemble]

So under the cut is my guess at the general timeline of events that happen in Thor Ragnarok based on everything I’ve seen/read so far (obvious spoiler warning). I’ll be putting asterisks next to everything to indicate my certainty for each event:  * - I’m guessing more than I am certain, but still have some info that backs it up ** - I’m sure at least some part of it happens, but may be wrong on little details *** - I’m 99% to 100% certain it happens 

- ***Movie starts with Thor fighting mini/low powered surtur. Thor’s been cruising the galaxy for two ish years now just going on wacky adventures with his hammer.  - ***Something happens which draws Thor back to Asgard  - **When he arrives in asgard some sort of play is going on (retelling the events of the first movie) and it’s during this that Thor either realizes Loki is impersonating Odin, or confronts him about it - **Hela invades Asgard and starts some real bullshit. This may actually happen before the play scene / be the reason thor comes back. She may potentially kill some or all of the warriors 3 + Sif.  - ***Thor is pressed as hell and drags Loki’s ass to earth to find Odin - ***Some girls ask Thor for a photograph and Loki eye rolls all the way to phase 4  - **On earth Dr Strange apprehends Thor and offers his assistance in finding Odin because he doesn’t want Loki on his planet either. Odin has lost his memory and goes around acting like a crazy hobo, declaring the world is ending. Not sure if/when Thor and Loki actually find him.  - ***Hela gets wise to their plan and confronts Thor and Loki in an alleyway and destroys Thor’s hammer.  - ***Thor and Loki book it tf out of there and try to get back to asgard on the Bifrost.  - ***Hela apprehends them and takes them both out, first knocking Loki off and then Thor.  - ***Thor lands in Sakaar, the dumpster of the galaxy.  - ***Thor is captured by Valkyrie and taken to the grandmaster through the willy wonka world of pure imagination tunnel. (This was in the comic con footage)  - ***The grandmaster decides he’s a good candidate for the gladiator matches and throws him in the holding cell with all the other competitors.  - ***Thor meets Korg and Korg gives him the rundown on the grandmaster / sakaar. Basically the grandmaster “owns” everyone on Sakaar and no one is allowed to leave. Competitors are forced to fight to the death in the ring and theres one opponent in particular that has never lost a match and is the Grandmasters favorite. (spoiler alert: it’s Hulk)  - **This is where I start to get really shaky on the timeline because I’m not sure where Loki fits into the picture. Obviously he landed on Sakaar too but somehow weaseled himself into the Grandmasters good graces just enough to keep from being thrown in the ring himself - *I’m assuming the Grandmaster offered Loki some kind of deal where he chooses and competitor and the Grandmaster chooses a competitor, and if Loki wins he gets something (like his freedom, to leave sakaar, etc) and if the Grandmaster wins Loki has to do something for him, but idk what.  - **So then Loki discovers Thors there too and obviously picks him to be his champion because he knows Thor is almost unbeatable.  - ***This is when they shave Thor’s hair and get him ready for the match.  - *They throw Thor in the ring and Loki has to announce who he’s chosen as his competitor. Instead of hyping up Thor he makes fun of him which pisses Thor off and he’s like “Loki you’re embarrassing me!”  - ***Then the big oh shit moment comes when the Grandmaster introduces his opponent and it’s Hulk.  - ***The beginning of London Bridges by Fergie starts to play in the back of Loki’s mind because this is the ONE fucking opponent that could beat Thor’s ass.  - **Thor goes “YESSSS!!!! Loki, look who it is!” and starts trying to chat up Hulk. “Where have you been, everyone’s been so worried about you! I don’t hang with the avengers anymore, it all got to corporate.” He turns to the grandmaster and says “We know each other! He’s a friend from work!” Back to the Hulk “So much has happened since I last saw you, blah blah blah, I lost my hammer yesterday, blah blah blah, I went on a journey of self discovery then I met you”.  - ***The Hulk clearly doesn’t remember/give a fuck about Thor and starts trying to murder him.  - ***Thor’s like “you’ve gotta be kidding me” and starts fighting for his life.  - ***Cut to Loki and he’s grimacing while Thor gets his ass kicked.  - **I’m also really shaky on the next series of events. Something happens in the ring that stops the match / leads Loki to flee. Your guess is as good as mine.  - ***Loki makes a break for it. Valkyrie apprehends and captures him.  - ***Thor and Hulk are now sitting together in a waiting room and have the “Hulk like fire Thor like water” conversation.  - ***Thor confronts Valkyrie and asks for her help in defeating Hela. She wants to know if he plans to do it alone. He says “Nope, I’m putting together a team”.  - **Valkyrie is super skeptical of this because Hulk is in the back going “No team, only Hulk!” and throwing shit. Valkyrie says she has someone that might be able to help.  - ***At some point after this Hulk shrinks back down into puny Banner and he asks Thor how he’s been and compliments his short hair. “you cut your hair, it looks good on you!” “Oh you think?”. They also have the “you and I had a fight recently” “Did I win?” “No, I won, easily” “That doesn’t sound right” “Well, it’s true” conversation.  - ***Valkyrie: “This team of yours, has it got a name” Thor: “Yeah its called the.....revengers” Valkyrie: “The Revengers?” Thor: “We don’t have to have a name, we could have no name”.  - ***Valkyrie brings them to her “person who might help” and it’s Loki tied up in chains. He goes “Surpise!!!” and Thor throws something at him because he’s pissed Loki tried to escape the planet without him.  - ***Bruce says “Last time I saw you you were trying to kill everybody, how you been” and Loki replies “It varies from moment to moment”.  - **Operation escape Sakaar begins. Bruce is flying a spaceship with Valkrie operating some kind of machine gun thing in the back. The rest of the planet goes into full riot and Korg from before is seen fighting with everyone. Thor and Loki are probably on the ground fighting at this point.  - ***“The Revengers” make it off Sakaar and back to Asgard. They confront Hela and her minions on the bifrost  - ***This is where the rest of the movie goes completely blank for me as not a lot of the third act has been shown in trailers. All we know is there’s a battle on the bifrost and a huge battle for Asgard. “What were you the god of again?” Thor does the lighting eyes thing.  - ***Hela can summon unlimited weapons at will.  - ***Fenrir and full powered Surtur show up and hulk fights them both.  - **There’s also a Thor / Hela fight inside the castle. This is where the “I’m not a queen or a monster, I’m the godess of death” line comes in.  - ***Again, really no idea how the rest of the movie goes down. All we know is Thor somehow ends up flying through outerspace and landing on the Guardians of the Galaxy’s windshield (this is in the infinity war footage). 

Other random details: - Heimdell has gone rogue, no idea how he fits in  - The warriors 3 and Sif are definitely in it, but how much of a roll they’ll play is uncertain  - Hulk doesn’t want to turn back into puny banner  - There’s a scene where Hulk punches Loki and fist bumps Thor - Hela is said to be one of the most interesting villains in the MCU to date 

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tagged by @grungeshojo (thank youuuuuuu!!)

1 Have you been out of your country?

Ya loads (UK is p close to other countries so it’s not too difficult). Ive only been out of Europe like 3 times tho

2 What is your current obsession?

Haha Final Fantasy XV def. I havent got a ps4 but ive been watching a playthrough on yt and boy oh boy do i love gladnis

3 Do you like sushi?

not really I dont like fish very much but i like other japanese food

4 How would you describe your fashion style?

a controlled mess

5 What was the last thing you googled?

gladnis lmao im trash

6 What’s your favorite Vine?

theres this one with like this little pink toy thing that goes ‘bleh’ every time it gets pressed down and it ends in that massive explosion. I lose my sh i t

either that or fre sha va cado

7 Favorite Holiday?

christmas

8 Favorite superhero movie?

oh man uhhhhhh iron man 3

9 Favorite thing about summer?

my bday lol (26 June)

10 Famous person ( alive or dead) you would like to meet

Laura Jane Grace (lead singer of against me!)

11 Last song you listened to?

I think it was No Sleep by Twin Atlantic

My questions are:

1. Do you prefer drawing or writing?

2. How would you describe your taste in music?

3. What is your longest surviving fandom?

4. Are you a maths/science person or an arts person? or both?

5. Whats your dream job?

6. What’s your go-to comfort food?

7. What’s your favourite colour?

8. Describe your favourite item of clothing

9. Socks on or off in bed?

10. Do you play any instruments/sing in a group?

11. Are you procrastinating right now?

I’ll tag: @my-otps-deserve-better @mizulily @saranel @lisaflowers @freudhood @sevenbrooms @lucy-and-loki @charizmatic @lonlissas @lordsmellymort and @teyyhyung