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Torunn had taken extra care with her appearance tonight, wanting everything to be perfect, knowing just how daddy liked her. When she emerged from the bedroom, it wasn't without a touch of nerves at what was about to happen, though she hid it behind a flirty smile. She'd never been with two men before, but she trusted Gabriel to stay in control and know her limits, or just how to push her over them so it could be better than she ever dreamed. She wanted to do this, and she wanted it to be perfect for both of them. She hummed at the kisses and the praise, his approval enough to chase away the last of her nerves, giggling at the slap to her ass. "Hi, daddy's friend," she purred, making herself comfortable in his lap, her hand running teasingly along his thigh. She leaned to kiss him, slow, letting him taste her at his leisure.

open to: anyone over 21. no inc*st.

plot: gabriel has invited one of his friends to have his way with your muse. he plans on joining too. up to you if they had talked about it beforehand or not.

both men are sprawled on the velvety sofa, chatting casually while sharing a drink. gabriel's eyes take their breathtaking figure in as soon as the door closes behind them, a fire akin to hunger darkening his gaze. he cuts the distance between the newcomer and himself slowly, not unlike a hunter gauging in his prey. "look at you, all dolled up." two finger's lift their chin, pulling them into a searing kiss. "just like daddy likes it," his words are hushed, low, cognizant. with a light smack to their perky ass, gabriel all but pushes them onto his friend's lap. both men had discussed the events of the night thoughtfully, shared each of their wildest fantasies. both of them hyper-aware of the unholy things they were about to do that precious cinnamon roll, how they were using them for their own pleasure. "say hi to daddy's friend, sweetheart," he cooed, his breath on their neck.

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"Shame. I was hoping it would be devoted to me." She tilted her head, a sad little smile on her lips. It vanished quickly under a lifetime of hiding her real feelings. She didn't really expect Miller to love her after she'd been nothing but a thorn in his side since she got here. But was it so wrong to want someone who did? Someone who loved her and put her first instead of seeing her as a problem or, worse, not seeing her at all.

But if love wasn't on the table, they could at least have some fun together. Maybe he was right about her. Maybe there was something wicked in the way she wanted him, how she was wet just thinking about it before he'd ever touched her. She was pent up after weeks of this place where nobody knew how to have any fun. She had to give him credit; he was convincing. Torunn didn't think there was any shame in sex, but it was clear she was in the minority there. His followers were too afraid of sinning to stray from the path.

The press of his fingers over her slick core brought her breath in a soft sigh. It was surprisingly gentle, or maybe she just hadn't expected him to care about her comfort. She'd had boyfriends who paid less attention to the foreplay. "How considerate of you, daddy." Her gaze remained locked on his, something intense about that eye contact while his hands caressed the most intimate part of her.

It sounded to her like she was the one being used, but the smartass comment died on her lips when his fingers pressed deeper, a little whimper leaving her as she automatically clenched around them. Her voice broke with some of her restraint. "You're right, I-- I need cleansing, father. Please. Save me, please. Get it out of me. Fill me up with his light." She was well aware they weren't talking about the same demons, but Miller had been blessed with something she'd never had. He had faith. She could tell he really believed he could help her like this, and it made her want to believe it too. She widened her thighs for him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning while his fingers pumped in and out of her.

Torunn was furious with her father for sending her here. She knew it was a last resort to try to straighten her out, disappointment to the family, didn't know what else to do with her (blah blah, she'd heard that lecture a hundred times before). He still failed to grasp that what Torunn really wanted was his attention, and if he wouldn't offer it freely, then she'd settle for the negative attention she got from his disapproval. It was better than nothing. But no matter what she did, no matter how many tabloid headlines splashed her name or for what, it never seemed to make any difference. He inevitably went back to running his empire, and she went back to trying vainly to make him notice her.

Being sent to the middle of bumfuck nowhere was the opposite of what she'd wanted, and she'd been making her displeasure known ever since. Admittedly, setting the cabin on fire had not been intentional. The flames just got a little out of hand, and Torunn wasn't one to waste opportunity. She was quite drunk by the time she was dancing and stripping around the fiery remains.

Unfortunately, she was stone cold sober now, stuck back in this infernal church or whatever it was. (Goddamn boring was what it was. A girl really had to try hard to make her own fun in this place.) She gave him wide blue eyes, an innocent smile that would have fooled no one who actually knew her. "But the sin's where all the fun is. You of all people must know that. You've got filthy eyes." Her smirk widened into something decidedly less innocent. She'd flirted shamelessly with him since she got there, but come on. Handsome silver fox in a position of power, reckless troublemaker with daddy issues? Astronauts in space could see what a cliche she was.

A flicker of surprise chased its way across her features when his hand slid higher, her breath catching in her throat. There was a beat of stunned silence, where she couldn't believe he was actually going there, and then she tipped her head back and laughed. "Are you going to fuck the devil out of me, father? You wouldn't be the first to try."

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Torunn was furious with her father for sending her here. She knew it was a last resort to try to straighten her out, disappointment to the family, didn't know what else to do with her (blah blah, she'd heard that lecture a hundred times before). He still failed to grasp that what Torunn really wanted was his attention, and if he wouldn't offer it freely, then she'd settle for the negative attention she got from his disapproval. It was better than nothing. But no matter what she did, no matter how many tabloid headlines splashed her name or for what, it never seemed to make any difference. He inevitably went back to running his empire, and she went back to trying vainly to make him notice her.

Being sent to the middle of bumfuck nowhere was the opposite of what she'd wanted, and she'd been making her displeasure known ever since. Admittedly, setting the cabin on fire had not been intentional. The flames just got a little out of hand, and Torunn wasn't one to waste opportunity. She was quite drunk by the time she was dancing and stripping around the fiery remains.

Unfortunately, she was stone cold sober now, stuck back in this infernal church or whatever it was. (Goddamn boring was what it was. A girl really had to try hard to make her own fun in this place.) She gave him wide blue eyes, an innocent smile that would have fooled no one who actually knew her. "But the sin's where all the fun is. You of all people must know that. You've got filthy eyes." Her smirk widened into something decidedly less innocent. She'd flirted shamelessly with him since she got there, but come on. Handsome silver fox in a position of power, reckless troublemaker with daddy issues? Astronauts in space could see what a cliche she was.

A flicker of surprise chased its way across her features when his hand slid higher, her breath catching in her throat. There was a beat of stunned silence, where she couldn't believe he was actually going there, and then she tipped her head back and laughed. "Are you going to fuck the devil out of me, father? You wouldn't be the first to try."

OPEN TO: f 

CHARACTER: miller - priest and leader of a cult ( fc: jeffrey dean morgan )

PLOT: found here 9th point down

she was a new recruit within their private commune out in the wilderness as they were away from the big cities and towns. the older priest took it upon himself to help the individual since they had a troubled past and were a sinner as the last few weeks of her being her she had caused more trouble than miller could handle attempting to punish her by sending her away to her cabin and forcing her to read their holy book having lost three of them now as he suspected they may have burned them when one of the empty cabins were found set on fire and the suspect was dancing around the flames with a bottle of gin in hand. there was no way he was going to give up on her as he would attempt to try his best efforts to tame her.

the two were alone in the church. he crouched down right in front of her as he stared at her with an intense glare. " i am still figuring out what we should do with you. now if you're wondering if your antics around here will force me to release you out of our group then i am sorry but that's not going to happen. " remaining adamant on his decision to keep her here suspecting she wanted out of the group. he would then place his hand on her knee and crane his head up eyes remained locked with her own. " why don't you try and help me here. let me help you remove the devil that has infected your mind. allow me to guide you to salvation and to be free of sin. " miller's eyes narrowed as his tone would be coarse and deep yet quiet. it was the late hours of the evening as he was certain no one would come into the church to interrupt their meeting. " if we can't abolish the devil with prayer or words then i am afraid i am going to have to resort to more extreme methods. " his palm would run up her thigh hitching up her skirt. his digits slid up along her inner thigh feeling the warmth of her silky smooth skin before digits would then press upward and firmly along her fabric panty covered heat giving insight as to what ' the extreme measures ' were.

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MARGOT ROBBIE via Instagram

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Torunn never thought she would miss the days when her parents just ignored her. She'd been acting out since she was a child, desperate for them to pay attention to her, and if she couldn't have it from them, she'd settle for getting it from the rest of the world. Then her father died, and her mother remarried a bottom-feeder named Ray. By design, Torunn had never been alone in a room with him. Attention, it turned out, could be much worse than neglect.

Like most of her partners, Ace had started as a way to piss off her mother. It had worked out beautifully, but that wasn't why she stayed. He was good to her, and he made her feel safe. She was rattled when she got to his place and knew he could tell, even though she hadn't said a word about it. Torunn could cause a scene fit for a Hollywood star over a broken nail, but she tended to bottle her feelings when it came to the real stuff. Talking about it just made it harder to ignore.

"Thank you." She beamed, holding her hand up near her face, the blue of the polish a near match for the color of her eyes. There was a slight pause while she considered that. She didn't, but every single person in her life except for Ace wouldn't have even asked. He didn't deserve to be punished for that. "​Ray drinks more when he's out of work." He was also home all the time, which made him harder to avoid. Her attention had gone studiously back to the nails on her other hand, as though they were discussing nothing more significant than the weather.

open to fem / nb. age gaps welcome. based on this.

it got bad at home again. he could tell. this was the second night in a row that they've decided to stay over his house. not that he's complaining. their company is always welcomed. he's just worried. their mental and physical well being is important to him.

the two of them sit on the couch in his living room in comfortable silence with the tv on as background noise. ace watches whatever game is on this evening with a bottle of beer in hand while they sit perpendicular in his lap and paint their nails. once they finished one hand and admire it, ace leans forward to press a kiss against their temple. "looks great, sweetheart."

he leans back, but his attention remains on them. he knows it's not really his business, but he doesn't like seeing them hurting. even if they try to hide it. he rubs their thigh soothingly before he asks. "you, uh... you wanna talk about it?"

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The name didn't mean anything to her, the title little more. There had been no high schools here for many years, although she'd seen some of Tony's old films about them. They looked both fun and perplexing. Their lives were so simple there, their problems so small compared to the ones this world faced.

"Are you not from here, Annika Foster? Ultron destroyed this world, and my brothers and I destroyed Ultron." She shifted her hair aside and sheathed the sword in one practiced motion. She hadn't decided conclusively that there wasn't a threat, but if she truly was from another world, then she was probably someone to defend.

For a moment, she thought it was only her own voice echoing back to her. They sounded eerily similar, but Torunn was sure she’d seen someone. She trusted her instincts, especially when it came to survival. Someone was there, even if it was only a humanoid android mimicking her. Some of them could do that. They’d fought terrifying fascimiles of the Avengers before.

A frown creased her brow as she took a cautious step closer. She didn’t raise her sword, but she wasn’t confident enough to put it away yet either. “Do you need help? I am Torunn Thórsdottir, a Next Avenger and a protector of this world.” It was both an offer and a veiled threat, depending on who was lurking in the shadows. Torunn and her chosen brothers were known both for helping survivors and removing threats.

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Torunn knew everyone thought she'd only been cast as the lead in this play because Nico had written it. She had to read about it over breakfast, headlined on every celebrity trash blog in the world. She'd been in and out of tabloids for too long for anyone to take her seriously as an actress. At first, she'd believed she'd gotten the role on her own merits--maybe the only thing she'd ever been able to do outside of her father's long shadow--but now she couldn't be sure. She wasn't as confident as she pretended to be. Maybe she was a hack like everyone said.

The lapse in confidence was starting to affect her work. She loved the script, loved the character. Torunn really felt she understood her and embodied her on the stage. But now she couldn't feel that. Her own feelings were too much for her, and she could no longer make the connection to her role. She kept dropping lines and missing her cues, too far into the rehearsals for those to be forgivable mistakes. She hadn't missed the look of vicious delight on her understudy's face when Torunn had finally fled to hide in the bathroom.

Black mascara streaked down her face, and she was doing her best to dab it away with a paper towel without destroying the rest of her makeup. It didn't help that the tears were still falling, more out of anger and frustration than actual sadness. She didn't have to look to know who it was when she heard the door open. Nico was the only one who would have cared enough to check on her. "I'm so sorry, Nico… I know I'm blowing this for you. For both of us."

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Margot Robbie

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Margot Robbie at the MET Gala 2023

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Margot Robbie.

Vogue Photoshoot.

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COSTUME DESIGN IN TV & FILM  MARGOT ROBBIE

THE WOLF OF WALL STREET (2013) costume design by Sandy Powell FOCUS (2015) costume design by Dayna Pink WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT (2016) costume design by Lisa Lovaas THE LEGEND OF TARZAN (2016) costume design by Ruth Myers SUICIDE SQUAD (2016) costume design by Kate Hawley I, TONYA (2017) costume design by Jennifer Johnson MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS (2018) costume design by Alexandra Byrne BOMBSHELL (2019) costume design by Colleen Atwood BIRDS OF PREY (2020) costume design by Erin Benach & Helen Huang THE SUICIDE SQUAD (2021) costume design by Judianna Makovsky

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MARGOT ROBBIE Karim Sadli ph. for Chanel Magazine | May 2022

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•✦• TORUNN THORSDÓTTIR has just been issued a ticket to the multiverse. They're a [500+] year old cisfemale (she/her). Originally from • Marvel •, you might know them best as THE GODDESS OF THUNDER. You know, the one who looks a lot like ✦ MARGOT ROBBIE ✦ and has that stupidly brave, abandonment issues, wielder of Vǫrðr, protective older sister vibe? We hope you enjoy your stay! •✦•

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Torunn is a canon character from a blip world in the comics, daughter of Thor Odinson and Lady Sif. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write her into AUs and fandom crossovers.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Torunn with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Francis Barton, Ian Zola Rogers NOTPs: Any other-Earth siblings (it should go without saying, but you'd be surprised) Family: Thor Odinson (happy to go whatever way you're comfortable, whether that's a verse where Thor actually got to raise her, or a more angsty one where they're from different Earths), Tony Stark (again, I'm fine if this is the Tony that raised Torunn or another Earth's Tony, but regardless she thinks of him like a father), James Rogers, Azari T'Challa, and Henry Pym Jr. (her chosen brothers) Other: All children of the Avengers (happy to plot established connections in her college or 61616 verses, or new ones in her 616 verse), Ellie Rogers

default verses:

61616: Torunn's main verse, a mix of comics, headcanons, and Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow (2008). When Ultron defeated the Avengers, Tony Stark raised their children, and Thor left Torunn on Earth to learn the real meaning of being a hero. She considers James Rogers, Azari T'Challa, and Henry Pym Jr. to be her chosen brothers. They grow up together, destroy Ultron, and set about helping the human survivors resettle in a post-apocalyptic world.

616: A 61616 AU where Torunn and her brothers use technology created by Tony Stark to take them to another dimension, where the Earth hasn't been ravaged by Ultron and they can live out normal lives.

college!verse: All the heroes of comics live happily ever after and raise their kids. Torunn is raised by Thor and various other ships in this verse, and I'm happy to write in more established canon or OC parents/siblings. Torunn is typically attending college and training to be a hero simultaneously, per her dad's request that she experience some "normal" life.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

alt!61616: A 61616 AU where the explosion of the interdimensional elevator brings Ellie Rogers and Ian Zola Rogers to Torunn's world. She and her brothers help cure Ellie's symbiote infection and repair the elevator so they can go home.

almost famous: A no-powers AU where Torunn's father, Thor, is a wealthy, famous owner of Las Vegas's most popular casinos, and her mother is a daytime soap opera star. Having been raised in the spotlight and largely ignored by her parents, she's in and out of tabloids and generally causing chaos.

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"Does that not bother you? Knowing you will outlive everyone you know?" Torunn was perched at the highest point of Stark Tower, her knees tucked to her chest while she surveyed the city. It was busy and bright even at night, so unlike the ruins of Ultra City in her home world. Many things about this Earth were better, but it was still an adjustment. "On Asgard, dishonor is worse than death. To behave cowardly or betray those we love is not a life worth living."

@withawarinher asked: ❛ there are things worse than death. ❜ (Vision + Torunn, please! @withawarinher)

Death seemed to be a topic humans thought about a lot. The Vision had encountered it only in his philosophical studies. Had watched its impact on his teammates. As young as he was, he had already learned that Torunn’s words were valid. “Surviving can be worse for some. Being left behind.” His voice appeared detached. Not the voice of experience but curiosity. The synthezoid wanted to discover all there was to the human condition. “Are there specific examples you had in mind?”

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"It is always better when your enemies are dead and you are still alive. If they were righteous, they will be welcomed in Valhalla." She shrugged, giving a toss of all that blonde hair, ever the warrior princess. Taking lives wasn't nothing to her. Every life mattered. But it mattered a lot less when they were trying to hurt her or her loved ones. She'd been raised to be a soldier, and soldiers died in wars all the time. She'd have been glad to die in a worthy fight, the only way for her people.

She was skeptical that they would stay dead too. After all, was someone who didn't have a heartbeat even alive in the first place? "I have read about them. Perhaps Tony's files will have more information. I am curious why they attacked us in the first place. It did not seem… personal." She had the sense it was more of a wrong place/wrong time situation, as though they'd interrupted these ninjas from some other purpose. "None escaped us. I would not be standing here if they did. Should we alert this Daredevil, or shall we dispose of them ourselves?" Even Torunn knew it wouldn't do to leave bodies laying around in this world. There was no one around to investigate them in hers, but the rules were different here.

“ you’ve got blood on you. ”

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Torunn glanced down at her dress, a flimsy thing like all of this Earth's clothing. It provided no protection whatsoever, its only purpose to look pretty. It was also now splattered with blood and had a large gash in it, so she assumed that meant there was no saving it. She had a whole closet of them thanks to Tony--or Pepper, she wasn't entirely clear on who did the shopping in Stark Tower, her temporary home since she'd arrived here with her brothers. She could probably wear a different one every day of the year and never have a repeat.

"That is alright. It is not my blood." She still gripped her sword, Vǫrðr, called to her hand at the first sign of trouble, and she lifted it now to wipe it off on the edge of her dress. There were three bodies on the ground, all of them black-clad and unfamiliar to her. Slaying humans wasn't entirely new to her. Earth-61616 wasn't a kind place, but most of the threats there had been android after Ultron's takeover. "Do you know who they are? They did not have heartbeats."

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For a moment, she thought it was only her own voice echoing back to her. They sounded eerily similar, but Torunn was sure she'd seen someone. She trusted her instincts, especially when it came to survival. Someone was there, even if it was only a humanoid android mimicking her. Some of them could do that. They'd fought terrifying fascimiles of the Avengers before.

A frown creased her brow as she took a cautious step closer. She didn't raise her sword, but she wasn't confident enough to put it away yet either. "Do you need help? I am Torunn Thórsdottir, a Next Avenger and a protector of this world." It was both an offer and a veiled threat, depending on who was lurking in the shadows. Torunn and her chosen brothers were known both for helping survivors and removing threats.

muse: Torunn Thorsdóttir limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals   set: Earth-61616/Earth-555326 open to: other Marvel/comics muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever! triggers: apocalypse, parent death, grief

The years since Torunn and her brothers defeated Ultron had been better, but they were far from easy. His androids were still everywhere, and no matter how many she cut down, there were always more. Ultron had also left the world in ruins, and a broken world was a vulnerable one. There were always new threats, some of them more insidious than a killer robot, and they worked tirelessly to make the world safer, even if there were times it felt like they slid back two steps for every one they took forward.

Losing Tony to old age had been the hardest blow, and not even all of his technology or Torunn’s rage could save him. He was the truest father she’d ever known, but the loss only made her more determined to see his world put to rights. Cities were dangerous, the ones they hadn’t yet cleared still crawling with stray robots, but there were pockets of survivors too, people who had learned to hide or fight back or both. Seeing them safe gave her a measure of peace, and peace had always been difficult for Torunn to find.

Survivor wasn’t the first thing she thought when she saw them silhouetted against a crumbling building, but threat wasn’t her immediate impression either. Night had fallen, and this part of the city was poorly lit. It was possible one of her team had looped around and gotten in front of her. Her sword was loose and unthreatening before her, but still ready in case she was wrong. Surviving an apocalypse hadn’t brought out the best in everyone. “Hello?” she called, her voice steady but cautious. The street was littered with the shells of decimated robots, but there could be more lurking out of sight.