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THOR RAGNAROK (2016) dr. Taika Waititi

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I in fact need attention

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ok i lied i want to answer most of these but i'm so delusional about how much i can realistically write

going to clean up my inbox massively from stuff that is MONTHS old, but do not let this deter you from sending more stuff in !!! i just … really need to make my inbox actually manageable in order to feel motivated to do it ❤️

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fantasy setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a darkened apothecary illuminated only by the light somehow being emitted by the many bottles and jars lining the walls

²⁾ the banquet hall of a nobleman’s sprawling estate, in the throes of a lavish ball attended by everyone in the townland

³⁾ at a healer’s cabin in the dead of night, overwhelmed by adrenaline and the scent of countless tinctures and remedies as they’re applied

⁴⁾ the last imperial guardpost before crossing into enemy lands

⁵⁾ a run-down inn in the middle of nowhere, half reclaimed by the woodlands around it

⁶⁾ a lake set deep into the mountains with something sinister lurking beneath the surface

⁷⁾ the first port in a new land after weeks at sea trying to get there

⁸⁾ the highest turret in the royal family’s castle on a wintery morning

⁹⁾ the war council’s planning room, the morning after a bloody defeat

¹⁰⁾ an alchemist’s workshop

¹¹⁾ the stables just before daybreak

¹²⁾ the impromptu camp that the leader of the journey had to be begged into allowing after everyone else grew exhausted from being on the road all day

¹³⁾ the army barracks before a battle

¹⁴⁾ the last altar of a dying god’s religion

¹⁵⁾ the empress’s chambers, trussed up in nothing more than silken bedsheets and the morning sunshine

¹⁶⁾ the bedside of an old mentor, right before the end

¹⁷⁾ on the wrong end of a traitor’s sword

¹⁸⁾ a beast’s underground lair, alone and unarmed

¹⁹⁾ the thick of the enemy’s encampment, shackled and unrepentant

²⁰⁾ the mage’s quarters, having seen something there’s no worldly explanation for

²¹⁾ the armoury in the late hours of the night, stinking of polish and tears

²²⁾ in the throne room of the imperial citadel with an ulterior motive

²³⁾ by the scholar’s side in the library, eager for a little more than knowledge

²⁴⁾ an alehouse in the dead countryside, hoping not to be found

²⁵�� the executioner’s platform seeking for just one face in the crowd

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financial tw

to say i’m depressed rn is a little bit of an understatement. i took my car to be accessed yesterday and george told me the minimum would be 2,500$ to get it fixed. over a few scratches … over a two second mistake …

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❝  be cautious not to fall, my dear. ❞ he says, a hand stabilizing her on the side of the tub. she looked exhausted, ready to fall into sleep at any moment. he didn't doubt that the bath would be perfect for waking her up some, all while relaxing her just the same. the invitation of the hot water was too much to pass up. he joins her in stripping off his clothing, ready to wash the chalk dust off of himself. the promise of cleanliness made him eager.

getting into the tub first, he invites her to the spot in front of him. leaving just enough room for her to dip into the water. the smell wafting from the soaps was intoxicating, relaxing him almost immediately. the hour was still young, the day hardly even starting yet. they had ventured out at sunrise to play with the sticks of chalk, wanting to beat the morning crowds. it was well - worth the fun that they had. though, now he could only think of relaxing. ❝  would you like me to wash you up? ❞ he asks, reaching for a bar of soap from the edge of the tub.

lokelani is half asleep by the time she’s set on the edge of the tub. blinking sleepily, she pouts and reaches a hand out to loki. even with steam filling the room and the scent of eucalyptus surrounding them, lani knows it won’t be until loki’s arms are around her that she fully relaxes. “sorry i’m so sleepy,” she apologizes gently.

even with the early morning adventure, lokelani was still typically more awake at this hour. but lately sleep had been hard to come by. it felt as though there was something alive under her skin, a deep longing that she couldn’t shake. being with loki helped, but the strength of the emotion scared her. once the water was turned off, lani stood up and stripped off her clothes. there was no dance or sexuality in it, simply a practical move before stepping into the steaming water with loki.

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❝  i suppose you can say it's been a long night. ❞ she says, her tone lacking humor for the matter. she had been chased & tossed about, her clothes in disarray. all of the scratches that she had endured had closed up on their own by now, leaving little proof that they had been there. being told that he looked like shit had him nodding silently, agreement for the fact. as much as he hated to admit it, she was right. he had looked disorientated & unbecoming. perhaps, not the kind of person that someone would invite into their home.

at the offer of a cup of coffee, he straightens himself out some. ❝  that sounds wonderful. ❞ unable to deny that a drink was needed. his lips dry from running away, he would have taken anything. her kindness would not go unnoticed, grateful that she had taken the chance upon letting him inside her home.

Arielle held her keys within her hands as she looked over at the stranger. Her brains told her not to trust him. Told her to not help. But she was feeling generous after all. "Rough huh?" She asked, her voice carrying a little bit of sympathy. "You didn't mean it, it's fine. Look I don't know what I can do to help but you look like shit...no offense. Come in, have a cup of coffee and let me see what I can do."

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❝  you have quite the imagination. a horse with extra legs ... never considered it. i've seen the with wings before - perhaps, a different breed all together. ❞ he ponders on her wild thoughts for a moment. all of those long years & he had never once seen what she was describing. horses had four legs, that was common knowledge; thinking them of anything else seemed ludicrous. her mind was set on this idea, as if she was going to make the species herself. thinking that she had a stroke of genius with this one. he can't stop the laugh that escapes his lips at the certainty of her tone. she definitely had her mind made up about this one, thinking that it was definitely possible. ❝  how many legs would be enough? six? eight? enough, and they might get in the way. it would become a spider ... more than a horse. ❞

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"I'm shitting you not - if horses had more legs that would only make them cooler and more reliable." She gesticulates with her hands a little and looks very intensely at the stranger she caught glancing at her doodles. "Listen. Listen. I know I sound and look crazy here, but anatomically speaking horses are out of commission if one leg is done. Imagine if they had extra legs - maybe even teeth that were pointed? In times of desperation they can already eat meat if there's, like, nothing at all else to go on with - but if they were omnivorous?" She lowers her voice a little. "I bet they're out there in the world. I know I sound, like, so weird right now - but with all these superheroes and all that nonsense, why can't my badass horse exist? It should totally exist."

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going to start chipping away at old drafts this weekend and tomorrow morning for sure. my headspace today was genuinely horrible. it's starting to calm down now though <3

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she could speak of her home in earnest, knowing all about it from her lifetimes spent there. though, it didn't mean that she was necessarily fond of it. the human realm had proven to be quite accepting of her. no matter how many people found her to be a little abnormal. it seemed like abnormal was welcomed here, unlike in her home, where those who were not warriors were frowned upon. she was able to find somewhere that she was able to conceal herself with her magic, not allowing her whereabouts to be known by those in asgard.

❝  it sounds like you had a big family - full of ... personality. ❞ she knew what it was like to have company, though none of them accepting of her. it was THOR that they truly stuck around for. not wanting much to do with the trickster. they found her to be untrustworthy & troublesome. she wasn't granted the privilege of being surrounded by smiling faces, eager for her to make her return. most of them wouldn't have had her back in battle, wanting to see her fail each & every time.

❝  perhaps ... i miss the idea of them. though, each time i'm reminded of the outsider that i am. all of that goes away. i miss what the feeling of family is like. but - i've never truly been accepted into one. ❞ she speaks honestly to him, unsure of why she had done that. it would have been so easy to tell a lie, assure him that she had plenty of family sitting home awaiting her return. but the lie didn't come so easy, instead - the truth came pouring out of her lips before she could catch herself.

Robin took another bite as she spoke of her home, or what he assumed was her home. He wondered what it was like if they liked shows so much that one person could do all on their own. He'd very much like to see it one day if he could, but he wasn't about to ask.

He nodded when she spoke of mortals, a preemptive sort of answer. He knew better than to interrupt, his mother had taught him as much. "Mhmm. She's human. So is the rest of my family. We're all kinda..... found together? I dunno how to put it. Doesn't matter really, we're still family." He reassured Loki.

"We all did shows together with different acts and stuff. Reggi is super strong, he could bend or lift anything. Marci dressed like a clown and she's a very good juggler. I'd help her sometimes. There's a lot more too.... Momma put it all together and made our costumes! it was a lot of fun." He smiled for a time, but it faded, remembering what he'd done.

"I really didn't want to leave, but I had to." He frowned, poking at a cookie in the melted cup of ice cream, unable to make proper eye contact with all his guilt eating away at him. "I miss them.... Do you ever miss your family?"

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he knew there must have been some truths to her nightmares, something that was haunting her underneath her shell. whether she was willing to tell him or not was her own decision. he wouldn't force her to reveal things that she wasn't willing. most didn't trust him with their darkest secrets - but then, she kept talking. she told him about the source of her energy, the event that had led up to something like this. for a moment, he could only sit there in stunned silence. vulnerability being a hard topic for him at the best of times. he didn't know if he had the correct words for her. if he could think of a way to patch things up - because it was likely that there was no fix for something like that. she had been through a traumatic event & it would haunt her for some time. no amount of magic could take that away from her.

❝  you feel guilty ... because you survived? ❞ he asks, finally finding the words that he wanted to say. she had most definitely had it all at one point. a family, a sibling. how easy it was to lose all of that. yet, here he was ... constantly at odds with his own. it was a difficult topic to navigate with someone that was so vile towards their own sibling.

❝  i understand. ❞ he says in a hushed tone, the cave becoming quiet after a moment - he couldn't promise her help with that. nothing that would take away the scars of the past. traumatizing events were not so easy to make disappear. he doesn't doubt, she wishes to remember her sister ... wiping her memory would have come at a great cost.

she reached out to him, commenting on his brother. it made him tense for seconds, before his body relaxed once more. ❝  i'm afraid what is between me and my brother is more than complicated. he forgives me, far too easily. some think that might be why i will be his undoing. ❞ shaking his head some, he laughs at the thought of it. his brother was stronger than himself, even if not a sorcerer. LOKI couldn't imagine the day that he got the best of his brother. the two of them were perfectly balanced, able to keep the other out of trouble. ❝  i suppose we cannot be compared, our skillsets are much different. though, i've spent much of my life being compared to him. ❞

Was there any peace for her? She wasn't sure there could be. Maybe death, but she didn't want to die, not at all. So it had to be the monsters' death.

"No, it's me," she replied without hesitation, her voice firmer as she placed a hand over his arm. "It's me. I know I shouldn't feel it, I know I'm supposed to forgive and forget or forgive and move on, but even the logic part of my brain thinks I'm right."

But Loki was wiser, so she had to at least take his words into consideration. "Maybe some of the... stuff, the dark stuff, that I used to get my powers made it worse... that's true. But I used those for a reason." And he had a family, surely he had loved ones, so maybe he'd understand: "I had... I had a sister. A twin sister, Beth." Her voice always softened slightly when speaking of her, but it wouldn't last long. "We fell off a cliff... because of monsters. And those monsters, they... ate her body. They ate her while I watched, left her head behind like it was nothing..."

And there it was, the hate again. "Tried to eat me too, for so long... They were everything. I need them to be nothing. Do you understand?"

The God had opened up too, with far more sincerity than she'd have expected; she couldn't relate, her siblings had also been the greatest, but she had loved them for it. Still, she didn't need to have experienced that exact situation to get it, or to appreciate his honesty. "Families can be complicated..." she offered, a little choked, and the hand she had left on his arm gave it a little comforting rub, "I don't know if you feel better now... but I think you are really cool, you don't need to be like Thor to be great. Magic is awesome anyway, you know?"

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she knew his most sensitive places better than anyone else. they had been learned, not their first time with this song & dance. though, they kept the title of friends ... some might think that their longing for one another spoke differently. leaning into the touch, LOKI doesn't want a ghost of her hand - they want the full thing. no more teasing, just relief. radiating heat off his skin, he couldn't deny that he was eager for her. her hand just near his inner thigh, he pressed the skin against her as much as he could. she liked to take it slowly ... something that he didn't know the meaning of. quick with his work, he was often the first one to start tugging off layers of clothing; wanting to be as close as possible.

﹛ ♰ ﹜ — ❝ EAGER today , are we . . . ? ❞

Unlike most , she isn't afraid of TEASING the god ; nimble fingers ghosting over where she knew Loki liked to be touched &. needed it the MOST .

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i got in an accident today. i’m fine, my car is driveable.

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the light of my life

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042. between the tall shelves of a thrifted bookshop.

the two of them were scouring the shelves of a bookshop together. the scent of parchment hung heavy in the air, old books - lost to time itself. this was a place that LOKI felt he belonged, somewhere to get lost in the texts around him. he was an avid reader during his time on asgard, not changing when he found himself lurking the streets of midgard. books held information, and he loved to be well - informed.

pulling one of the books off the shelf, he dusts off it's cover. making out the title of it, it seemed to be an old fairytale. something that did not come from his own lore - it was western. a wolf & a young woman in red, he had never read it before. though, the cover was enticing enough that he held it in his palms for a second longer than the rest. ❝  do you recognize any of these? they have quite the selection here. ❞ he compliments, the shelves going on for what felt like miles. he had seen such in a library, but a bookstore was new to him. their own books on asgard had to be pressed and ordered. more rare than those here, where printing presses had been made a commodity.