#while these were radio theatre with a still image to rest your eyes upon

[pandoratelenor]

When i saw people talk about the companions commenting on Solas memories like it was a juicy tv show

I thought they meant that they had comments that sounded like that

Not they they were literally hanging out on the living room furniture in Solas Second Rotunda (fade version 2.0) watching his memories play out on Solas murals

Hilerious choice 😂

[ragnarachael]

the valiant arsonist — worry

Pairing: Loki x TVA Agent!Reader

Word Count: 2,273

Summary: You're not sure what to do with the new found information Loki's given you, and you meet what seems to be a new hire.

Note(s): this is part two of WHO KNOWS HOW MANY also the gif has nothing to do with the content of my fic,,,, i just love watching it and watched it for like.. 5 mins before adding it on here. (also shoutout to @klargreeves for their loki post about how he’s the reason behind Julius Caesar getting stabbed!! it’s mentioned briefly in this piece!) 

file no. 1 file no. 2 (you are here)

"You're going to what?" You asked suddenly, panic starting to flood through your veins. Loki just stayed still, the smirk on his face still evident as the sunlight from the singular window beamed down onto his pale skin.

"You heard me, darling," he stated. "I don't believe it needs repeating."

You tried to form words, but every time you opened your mouth, shock took over and made you silent.

"Be sure to keep that mouth shut, pet, or I'll readily find another use for it," Loki quipped from his seat, his smirk only growing as you recoiled in disgust from his comment.

"Why would you be burning this place to the ground?"

"Is it not obvious? Your team has captured me. I would rather be out in the world continuing my personal vendetta and not continue to be locked up in this Hel you deem as your place of work." You blinked at the God as you started to slowly stand from your seat. "I thought your kind were smarter than this."

"Well," you started, stepping around your chair to push it back in how you found it as you tried to ignore the gravity of his reply. "We are."

Loki scoffed out a laugh that definitely shook you to your core. "Now that, I beg to differ, darling. Just because you are simply a researcher does not mean you're knowledgeable."

To say that his comment hurt you would be an understatement.

"Stop with the nicknames. Just—Just stop," you demanded weakly, taking in a shaking breath as you tried to stand up straight, squaring your shoulders again. "Is there anything else you have planned?"

"Like I would tell you," Loki replied easily, the smirk finally going away to be replaced with a venomous smile.

You sighed quietly and found your hands rubbing your face for a moment.

"This has been... enlightening," you finally began, forcing a kind smile at Loki. "Thank you for your response, Loki. We'll be in touch."

You turned to leave before you could even get a reply, twisting the doorknob and pressing against the door again once you were on the other side, feeling like you could finally, finally breathe clean air.

Loki was quick to get under your skin and make you even more anxious about speaking with him than you were to begin with. Maybe that's what he had as powers.

Maybe.

Or, perhaps he was just a huge prick from some kind of family of Gods.

Regardless, you had little time for recovery as you could hear the radio's the security guards used coming from the opposite end of the hall. So, you pulled yourself together and made it seem like you were checking on the guards to see that they were back from their break.

After giving a brief welcome back to the men you smiled and walked back into the sea of desks, easily navigating to your own before looking through your small stack of files to dig up your research.

Loki's voice was still echoing in your head.

I'm going to burn this place to the ground.

It still made you shudder, even thinking about the smirks and smiles he gave you when you two conversed. Frankly, you could feel the hair on your arms standing up just thinking about it.

This also made you realize that no one noticed where you had gone. It was suspicious for sure. Everyone who worked at the TVA knew who was doing what at all times.

Maybe you were actually sneaky enough.

You grabbed a pen and started to manually write down everything you could remember from your visit with Loki, ignoring the painful scratch of the pen tip against the paper as your writing speed picked up.

Once you had finished transcribing the conversation in your notes, it finally crossed your mind that you were right.

Loki is planning something. And your director didn't believe you.

You could tell her, but that was at the cost of admitting how you got that information...

Or, you could just sit back and watch what would happen while the rest of the group figured a plan of attack to get Loki to talk and admit to his actions.

Sighing, you closed your research files and started to reach for the file that held all of Loki's time disturbances, deciding that you should brush up on the information and not actually believe anything this man says.

He is a criminal, afterall.

The manila folder was thick. Thicker than you remembered from the first time you had discovered the slight disruptions in the multiverse, and you wouldn't be too shocked if there was another folder to accompany the first one.

Upon opening the folder, you saw what little profiling the TVA had on Loki. It was stapled to the left side of the cardstock, all printed in black and white ink. Your eyes drifted to the technical mugshot that was taken of Loki the day you caught him and could feel fear starting to bubble in your stomach.

He had that devious smile as he stared right into the camera. Next to the mugshot was the simple basic identification questions, but next to race, place of birth, family, and species there were question marks followed by unknown.

At least you knew that he could most certainly be a God.

After eyeing the rest of the document, you turned your direction to the stack of papers that were attached to the right side of the folder, looking at the neon green sticky note on the top.

"All known time disturbances for inmate 60383," you easily read aloud off the sticky note before lifting the sheet it was stuck on to see another sheet full of images and handwritten descriptions. "Oh my god.."

You don't know how the pictures were taken or even who took the pictures (let's be realistic, it was probably the Chronomonitors up stairs), but it looked like the Theatre of Pompeii.

From 44 BC.

Your mind made the connections immediately, noticing the Greek architecture and the pictures varying with men of all sorts stabbing another man.

It was the Ides of March. Well—March 15th. The day Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times.

Loki was behind that assassination, because of course he was.

As you continued in his files, you found that he was actually behind a lot of mishaps in history.

Including but not limited to: causing the French Revolution in 1789, The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand—also the assassination of Alexander The Great's father—and many, many more things that just so happened to change history in the universe.

It was giving you a headache, learning everything he's accomplished in such a short time. It's like mischief was his job.

"Wait a second," you mumbled to yourself, twisting in your office chair slightly to click around on your computer screen to open a search engine. Once you opened the first search engine your mouse could find, you typed in Norse Mythology and waited for the screen to load. Your computer was taking ages, which let you have your eyes wander on your desktop before catching the time in the upper right hand corner of your computer screen.

It was 12:30 in the afternoon.

Cursing quietly you were quick to get up from your seat, almost forgetting to close the loading window of your search as you grabbed your jacket that you tossed on the corner of your desk forever ago when you came in at 6 this morning.

"Okay, jacket, wallet—" you let your hand slip into your back pocket, feeling the plastic edge of Travis's I.D. as you pulled it out of the pocket. You've never been faster to shove something deep within the confines of a random desk drawer, cursing as you grabbed your car keys in rapid succession before practically flying through the sea of desks provided by the TVA officials.

The elevator was... calming. In a way. Smooth jazz playing on the speakers followed by occasional dings that signified what floor you were passing.

Until you were stopped on the 13th floor of the building, a man stepped in. He was tall, short dirty blond curls resting pristinely on his head. His hair actually looked to be borderline auburn thanks to the lighting in this metal deathtrap, you noted. You also noticed he was dressed up in an almost similar get up as you were that researchers were required to wear in the office.

The two of you gave awkward yet kind smiles to each other as he stepped in, hands in his jean pockets.

"Uh, what floor?" You asked softly, gesturing to the panel you were standing close to. The man glanced at the board.

"Same floor as you," he replied with the same tone.

He had an accent. A british accent. He reminded you of someone from Earth-199999, and you couldn't put your finger on it.

All you did was nod in reply before letting your hands go into your jacket pockets, redirecting your gaze to the elevator doors as the beeping started to continue as you passed floors.

After passing floor ten, you started to actually look closely at the man.

His jawline looked like it was structured by some higher power, and if you were to try and even touch you'd have cut something open. His stubble dusted over the sharp edges, though. It looked a lot softer than it might if he were clean shaven—which with the policies in the TVA, would be soon—and frankly, you'd like to see it.

It's almost like he looked like—

"Tom Hiddleston!" You exclaimed, finally making the connection in your brain.

"I beg your pardon?" The stranger asked, turning his head to look at you.

"Sorry, it's just," you started, laughing awkwardly, "you look a lot like this famous actor from Earth-199999. Tom Hiddleston."

"Oh," he started while shifting on his feet, seeming to step closer to you. "He's in that one show on Broadway, isn't he?"

"Yeah, uh, Betrayal I think it's called? I can't remember. It's been ages since I've looked at those files from that case forever ago."

There was a brief pause between the two of you before you took a breath and decided to introduce yourself, holding out your hand as you tried to relay your name without the awkward tone you still had in your voice.

The man smiled again and let one of his hand out of his pocket to shake your own. "Jonathan."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, not Tom Hiddleston—"

"Don't start that," Jonathan groaned playfully, the both of you sharing a laugh. "Are you part of Director Love's team?"

You nodded as you recovered from giggling in your corner of the elevator. "Yeah."

"She's really a piece of work."

"Yeah, but she gets her missions done," you replied easily, looking up at Jonathan. "Are you with Director Wilson?"

Jonathan looked confused for a moment before shaking his head, "no, no. Director Mills."

"Ah. Heard he's a tough guy."

"He's like the drill sergeant I've never had."

The two of you shared a laugh again before a comfortable silence took over the space. The jazz music seemed to have stopped playing now, which confused you slightly before Jonathan spoke up again.

"I don't mean to be rude or.. or break the rules, but what's your current mission about? Isn't it with that Loki guy?"

You hesitated for a moment. Why would you tell Jonathan anything about your mission? You've never seen him around before, let alone get told about him period. He seemed like a new hire. Newer than you.

That alone made you want to slam one of the buttons on the elevator wall so you could get off to avoid this whole topic.

And yet, you nodded, still under his curious gaze as you took a deep breath.

"Yeah. Inmate 60383. He's.. He's, well," you exhaled uneasily, letting out a weak laugh, "he's definitely something."

Jonathan didn't seem to like that answer enough.

"Something? What is that meant to mean?" He sounded like he was offended on Loki's behalf. You couldn't help the look you gave the man. It was a mix of confusion and offense.

"If you tried to interrogate him, you'd get it." You let out a sigh as you could feel the tension rise between the two of you, the elevator finally getting to the first floor of the building. The usual automated voice rung out in the metal box, announcing arrival to the first floor before the doors opened.

You were quick to get out, Jonathan following behind as he called your name. He probably noticed he struck a chord with his question.

Luckily, you were the only two in the main lobby of the TVA building as he kept trying to get your attention.

You grabbed the handle to the doors that led to the parking lot, turning around to look at Jonathan who seemed to look apologetic as he said your name one final time.

"I-I'm sorry for my comment. Really. I just want to know more about Inmate 60..."

"60383," you finished for him, part of you thinking you should be feeling skeptical about this whole situation.

"Yeah. 60383."

"Well," you started, letting your hand fall from the door handle, "I can't tell you anything, it's protocol. And I'd like to keep my job."

And with that, you threw open the main door to the building and walked out to the parking lot to head to your car and finally meet up with Travis for lunch.

[reesesxpieces]

Task #1

THE BASICS:

What is your character’s full name?: 

Theresa Renee Raven

The name “Theresa” is a feminine named used by the English, German, Swedish, Norwegian, and Danish.History: From the Spanish and Portuguese name Teresa. It was first recorded as Therasia, being borne by the Spanish wife of Saint Paulinus of Nola in the 4th century. The meaning is uncertain, but it could be derived from Greek θερος (theros) “summer”, from Greek θεριζω (therizo) “to harvest”, or from the name of the Greek island of Therasia (the western island of Santorini).The name was mainly confined to Spain and Portugal during the Middle Ages. After the 16th century it was spread to other parts of the Christian world, due to the fame of the Spanish nun and reformer Saint Teresa of Ávila. Another famous bearer was the Austrian Habsburg queen Maria Theresa (1717-1780), who inherited the domains of her father, the Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI, beginning the War of the Austrian Succession. {source: http://www.behindthename.com/name/theresa } 

Does your characters have any nicknames?: 

Reese

Theresa is often called “Reese” which she does not mind, and actually prefers. 

What is the title or label you can describe your character with?: 

A mixture of:

The Caregiver

The Creator

The Jester

{Source: http://www.soulcraft.co/essays/the_12_common_archetypes.html }

Age:

30

Birth date:

August 9, 1986

Nationality: 

Theresa is not a London Native.

She was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA.

Origin: 

Theresa’s father was born in Houston, Texas, USA. His nationality is German.

Theresa’s mother was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, USA. She’s a mix of:  English, Irish, Italian, and a hint of Cherokee Indian. 

Gender: 

Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

In a relationship with Charles “Chip” Holmes as of May 2017.

Religion: 

Christian (Non denominational) Her father was Methodist, and her mother Catholic, but neither of them forced religion in the household. Growing up, Reese was encouraged to go to church and find God. She went to a non-denominational church, and considers herself to be a Christian, though she doesn’t believe that you have to be a church-goer to be close to God.

Occupation:  

Owner/Operator of Behind the Mask Community Theatre

This was nor her first choice. 

She knew she had always wanted a career in performing arts, but needed something to fall back on, so she double majored and completed degrees in both Theater Arts and Business.

In the states, she was an Administrative Professional, and would often get told that she was downsizing her talents and should look into bigger and better things than sitting behind a desk day in and day out at a job she wasn’t too thrilled about. After a lot of soul searching and a family trip to London, she fell upon a run down building that was up for sale, and instantly had a vision for what she wanted to turn it into. Throwing every ounce of faith she had into it, she created the theatre, dedicated it to her father whom encouraged her to perform in order to find her own voice, and hopes that it can be a safe haven for the community to express themselves through the performing arts.

PHYSICAL TRAITS:

Eye color:

Blue

Hair color:

Reese is a natural brunette, but from time to time, she’ll go to the salon and get highlights in her hair, or have it professionally lightened.

Height:

5 ft 2 in or 157 cm 

Body build: 

Slender

Notable physical traits:

Less than average women’s height

Left-handed

Skin color:

Depends on the time of year. 

Summer/Spring: Tanned

Fall/Winter: Pale

Facial Hair:

Blood type:

O

Clothing size: 

Small

Shoe size: 

Seven

HEALTH AND IMAGE:

Diet: 

Theresa will just about eat anything you put in front of her, and it’s very rare that she turns down an offer for food.

Fitness: 

Theresa tries to work out as much as she can. 

Currently she is on a plan where she does strength training Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and cardio on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

She loves lifting weights and using weight machines, but despises traditional cardio and will often use the term “cardio is hardio.”

Handicaps: 

No known handicaps

Allergies:

Seasonal

Pollen

Dust

Illnesses: 

No known illnesses

Disorders: 

No known disorders/addictions

Broken bones: 

Broke her wrist in three places when she was nine years old as a result of falling off of her bike when her brakes gave out. 

Broke her pinky finger on her right hand after falling off a raft while water tubing.

Piercings:

Ears

Tattoos:

None. But she has thought about getting some.

Scars:

No major scars. She is accident prone though so she may get small scars from time to time, that will heal quickly and disappear.

Favorite Perfume / Cologne: 

She doesn’t have a favorite perfume or cologne, but she does wash her hair with strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner, and along with applying deodorant, she also sprays her body with vanilla body spray after her showers 

CHARACTER:

Skills: 

Theresa is somewhat a jack of all trades as far as skills goes. She loves to learn new things and still strives to learn something new to this day. Throughout life she has learned the following:

Singing

Dancing

Piano

Drums

Acting/Drama/Musical Theater

Web Design/Coding

Body flexibility

Just to name a few!

Quirks: 

Affectionate

Tries to find the silver lining in every situation.

Tries to save the world and give advice for all of her friend’s problems.

Speaks in lyrics

Uses sarcastic humor any chance she can get - especially in awkward situations

Bounces her leg when she’s nervous and sitting.

Rambles and doesn’t have much of a filter when she speaks

Not afraid to use foul language.

Yelling at inanimate objects

Hates when people whistle in an otherwise quiet room

Turns on closed captioning/subtitles when watching television/movies

Typing aggressively when she’s pissed off, even though the offender can’t see it. 

Not knowing what to do while people sing “Happy Birthday” to her.

Not being able to sleep without the tv or radio on. 

Hobbies:

Researching

Learning

Writing

Singing

Dancing

Listening to music

Watching TV/Movies

Painting

Web Design

Photography

Scrapbooking

Eating

Shopping

Traveling

Being sarcastic

Habits:

Overthinking/Over-analyzing

Speaking in lyrics

Sarcasm

Swearing

Always wanting to be there for those she loves most whether they are family, friends, or friends who have turned family

Daydreams

Guilty pleasures: 

Country Music

Sleeping in the nude

Taking long showers/soaks in the bath

Reality TV

Sleeping In

Dancing/Singing like no one is watching

McDonald’s McNuggets and McRibs

KFC Gravy

Pet peeves: 

Unnecessary rudeness

People with an inflated sense of their own importance.

When someone comes into a room, but forgets to shut the door

When someone comes into a room, turns on a light, then leaves without turning it off

Whistling

Loud chewing

Late people (unless they have a valid reason)

When others don’t cover their nose/mouth when they sneeze/cough

When people walk too slowly or just suddenly stop in front of her

When people drive too slowly

When people don’t use their turn signals when driving

When people don’t say “thank you”

Being interrupted or talked over when speaking

When someone goes to tell her something then says “Never mind”

When Taco Bell drive-thru asks if she wants any sauce, she confirms that she does, but winds up getting no sauce.

MISCELLANEOUS (SHOULD BE WRITTEN IN CHARACTER):

Favorite genre of music:

This is such a tough question to answer, because I will literally listen to anything. I have favorite country songs, rap songs, even horror-core songs. But if I had to pick a specific genre, it’d probably be a toss up between Rock or what is known as “emo”. OH! and show tunes! Can’t forget about those!

Favorite dish:

Again this is a tough one, because I love food so much. But if I had to choose one thing to eat for the rest of my life, I’d probably go with pizza since I can change up the different types of pizza and have a variety.

Favorite animal:

Seahorses and Sea turtles

A superpower your character wants to have:

Shape-shifting

If they made a movie about your character’s life, what would the title be?:

“How is a Raven like a Writing Desk?” 

Food or sex:

Why not both?

Their life’s theme song:

Childhood: Frankie J - “Daddy’s Little Girl”

Overall: Faith Hill - “Wild One” 

Favorite day of the week and why?:

Saturday, because it’s the motha-fuckin’ weekend, gonna have me some fun!

What came first, the chicken or the egg?:

The chicken…because of Noah’s arc, who laid more eggs, to give us more chickens? 

Do you prefer hot or cold weather and why?:

Hot. I hate when the air hurts my face.  

Describe your first crush:

He was a shy, dorky theater geek, like me who had a voice that everyone envied. He was taller than me (who isn’t), and had dark hair, blue eyes, and thick Drew Carey like glasses. He would often be cast as the star in all of our high-school productions. Although he had many talents, he was the nicest guy you could ever encounter. It helped that I had a crush on him when we were in productions together, because the chemistry didn’t need to be faked out, but nothing became of that crush because my dad told me that I couldn’t date until “after I was married.” His name was William.

Your house is on fire. What are the first three things you grab?:

Phone, purse, and military flag from my father’s death