i’ll never know . if there’s danger in confession . or it’s memory that presses . like a blade against my throat . another word and i could choke . but what’s worse ? tellin’ you my feelings . or to die without revealing . that you got inside my head . and set a fire there instead ? letting all my insecurity devour me with certainty . that love is just a currency . so take my pockets, take me home . take my life, and take my soul . wrap me in a wedding ring . you know i swear i’d give you anything…
indie mcu inspired oc . created by mari . established 2020 . mutuals only .
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Take a deep breath. Everything will be alright. You will be okay. The sun will rise again and the flowers will start to bloom.
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hoping to get to starters / replies eventually but for the moment you can find me over on @moltenruins
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a wee starter call 😳
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Thor & Jane - Thor (2020)
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Biological father(derogatory)
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“ yeah ---- gonna hit the beach, see if i can get back into surfing. ” thor’s kicked out in his bed, shoes still on but hanging over the edge of the mattress. somehow, his cadet reds are perfectly uncreased, despite the hours he’s spent in this position. “ i don’t even remember walking home from the library, spock. ”
he heaves himself up from the bed, looking slightly dazed. “ you? any big plans? please tell me you’ve got something more exciting going on than me. let me live through you. ”
@gildedruins, starter for Thor.
THE SEMESTER IS NEAR its end, the halls bustling with life as cadet after cadet organizes their passage home for the interim break. Spock has no such plans. Everything in his shared dorm is the same as it was, the same as last year.
Passing Thor on his way to his closest, Spock unzips his jacket, slipping out his sleeves. He glances for his roommate somewhere in the room, suddenly curious. It does not appear Thor has any intention to follow their peers. However, it would not be first time—nor the last—Thor has contradicted Spock’s thinking.
“Do you intend to utilize our leave time?”
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wraeiths.
curled beneath a quilt , muted tv casting flickering light across the darkened living room , loki inexplicably startles when his brother’s bedroom door cracks open , head jerking up and around to stare as thor emerges. “ what are you doing up? ” a pause. “ did the television disturb you? i couldn’t sleep. ” not an apology , exactly , but as close to one as he’ll offer.
as soon as thor has eyes on loki, the tension releases from his shoulders, and he almost seems to sag against the door. “ bad dream, ” he offers, tight smile meant to be reassuring. “ what are you watching? anything good? ”
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“ good thing i brought some. pumpkin or pecan? ”
@gildedruins ⟹ shawn quote starter call.
“nothing shuts my piehole but pie,”
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realizing that asgardia is just whoville . . . . please give me a moment to unpack this
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Selected Poems, ‘Poem of the Son’ by Gabriela Mistral tr. Ursula K. Le Guin
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Thor would rock a braided mohawk, fight me 👑🧔🏼♀️
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Mean Gods.🔥🤣
(ig : allieeecakes)
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does anyone else have a deep underlying sadness that never truly goes away and probably never will or is that just me haha
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❴ @leasung ❵ ❛ i used to have fun . ❜
thor shoots his younger sibling what might be a scathing look, were he capable of such vitriol. as it is, it just comes off a little pouty. “ you’re having fun. ” the reminder almost comes off as a question, but thor huffs and folds his arms over his chest before he can seem too pitiful. after all, no ( future ) king of asgard would make a fool out of himself to get his sibling’s attention.
“ you’d be having more fun if you hadn’t pissed hela off. don’t implicate me next time, by the way. i had nothing to do with that thing in the throne room, and i resent -- ” no, he doesn’t ; he’s honestly a little flattered loki would think of him in the first place. “ you dragging me into this. what are we supposed to be finding, anyways? some kind of bird? she can’t really care about the type. right? loki, are you even listening to me? ”
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❴ @sigvinr ❵ well, maybe we got lost in translation.
“ maybe i asked for too much. ”
this conversation stopped being one between the two of them long ago. instead, they sit by the fire or by the ocean, barely present, whispering words to the one whose loss.
thor cannot yet conceive of a world in which every single breath does not remind him of loki, nor of one in which this grief will feel like an old friend. but he also cannot conceive of a world in which his sister is also lost in this hel forever.
so for the first time, he stands, offering her his hand, shattering the pretense they have been sharing.
“ if we are going to speak of him sigyn, let us speak of him. but i can speak at him no longer, knowing he does not listen. ”
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❴ @dr-foster ❵ something about this feels like home somehow.
the mention of home grabs him by the throat and he’s reminded of the gnawing emptiness where his heart ought to be, but by the time he’s reaching for her hand, all that remains of his sorrow is a dull ache in the back of his head.
“ this is my favorite place in the city. something about all the lights --- makes it feel grander than it is. ” he squeezes her hand, unable to remember why he’s so drawn to this spot on the riverbank. the way the skyline’s reflection sparkles in the water makes him long for something. maybe she’s right. maybe it is home.
“ i can’t believe you’ve never been here before. ”
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