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Just the one.

THOR RAGNAROK (2017) dr. Taika Waititi

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would you guys judge me if i added muses from the fantasy novels i've been reading?? or would u say same

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[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them. ( loki & petra! )

the two of them had accidentally locked eyes, holding it for a second too long. perhaps, between them - there was a feeling of not belonging. an understanding, neither of them belonged here. the avengers on either side of him; he was sandwiched in the meeting, listening to them rattling off statistics of crime in the city. it wasn't necessarily something that he took grand interest in. while, under an oath to give them his assistance ... that didn't mean that he was caring to the cause. finding it to be a nuisance more than anything. humans couldn't protect themselves from anything.

when the room started to disperse, the majority filing out as quickly as they came. LOKI looked back, to see if he could get that same look once again. finding her still sitting there, gazes locked once again. only the distance of the table between them.

❝  you look lost. ❞ he said it before anything kind could come to mind. his thoughts spilling out of his mouth before he could control them. she had an air about her, something of ... fear? anxiety? he couldn't quite pinpoint it. perhaps, she had known what he had done in the past. the looks could have been filled with fury.

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[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise. (reversed!)

her head was buried in her arms, leaning into the desk - falling asleep on the job, no surprise to him. he knew them to work themself till exhaustion. their limits seemed like a challenge for them, seeing how long that she could survive with her nose buried in paperwork; and that was only when her hands weren't full treating patients. being so tired certainly didn't make for accurate work, but LOKI wasn't there to lecture. he was checking in on her, anticipating that he would find her in this exact position.

rounding her chair, he leans over her sleeping posture. brushing some of her hair out of her face, he mumbles. ❝  hey, hey. ❞ a light brush of the knuckles over her cheek. they didn't want to rouse her in a jarring fashion; using the most gentle methods that they could. trying to ease her out of the clutches of sleep.

❝  you should really go to your room. ❞ again, not there to lecture. but he couldn't stop himself from letting a small bit escape him. it was care that was coming from her. she didn't want to see her sleeping in this state. a bed, with a blanket & pillows would have been much better. hunched over the desk, she would be cold and uncomfortable. LOKI wanted to bring her to the comfort of her own space, somewhere that she could get proper rest. moving some of the papers on the desk out of the way, he lifts her chin with his finger. ❝  i'll walk you there. ❞ no room for arguments, it was more of a demand than an offer.

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“ are you a goat?” she inquired , her finger pointing to the horns that crown their head.

❝  my dear, you must be confused. ❞ a tilt of the head, she doesn't necessarily see the comparison. was the other teasing her? she hadn't a grasp on the situation, their finger still pointing at the crown upon her head. ❝  i wouldn't say a goat - perhaps ... hm. ❞ bringing a finger up to her lips, she taps them idly. her thoughts running away from her in the moment. trying to think of some kind of cooler equation to her horns. a demon, or something more chaotic. a goat sounded ... like she was prey, able to be rounded up. a smile played on her lips, curling upwards slightly as her finger tapped. ❝  was that your first detail you noticed about me? the crown? ❞

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we are having a company party at my house right now & i’m a little anxious. please pray for me.

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Guess

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 ❝  worry not, my darling. i will always stop you. ❞ she says, confidence laced in her tone. while, it may have seemed a frightening topic to them. LOKI had a child, one that took on the form of a giant snake. the concept was not foreign to her, having to fend off a snake larger than herself. her magic was never out to fail her; she could transport herself wherever she needed to be with enough effort.

 ❝  anger is never the first emotion that comes to mind. ❞ looking down at their ice cream for a moment, she notices their vices; the things that cause them to struggle.  ❝  if you cannot control it, that's not your own fault. perhaps, we could work on that. ❞ she offers, thinking of a charming spell when the time arose. she might have been able to bring them back to their senses.

toying with the spoon in her own cup of ice cream, she twirls it around. eyes looking up to meet the snake, no hint of doubt in her gaze.  ❝  i mean it, i would be that person who is there for you. we are both different, people don't understand us. i think, we might be a great fit. ❞

Robin looked rather surprised at the suggestion, even with the reassuring squeeze. "But... I could try to eat you! That's not something family should do...." He shook his head.

He really was concerned for their well being. He would not pretend to know their abilities, but wether they could take him on or not didn't matter so much to him as the act of trying to eat them himself.

"I don't want to wake up and throw up your hand or your ear like anyone else...." He muttered, looking guilty once more. Of course he did his best to avoid anyone while he slept, but that couldn't always be helped, after all, he moved in his sleep.

"Maybe.... I mean, can you stop a really, really, really large snake?" He asked. "And if you wouldn't get mad if I did try to eat you..."

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 ❝  i don't mind a bit. ❞ her words come out soft, not wanting to ruin the moment. she was making herself more comfortable on the bed, all signs of sleep still apparent. LOKI had been up for some time now, an early riser of some sorts. coming to pester the other was just another fun part of her morning routine. a bit of banter to keep her sharp.  ❝  don't let them make you doubt yourself. scars or none, the beauty still shows. ❞ she reaches out with a manicured hand, brushing some of her dark locks from her face. the two of them, they were accustomed to putting themselves in danger. funny, how they both worried about their faces in the midst of it. perhaps, not in the moment; but a sinking feeling of regret afterwards.  ❝  everything heals. ❞ a gentle caress of her cheek, she has no problem displaying her affections. comfort for someone that might not have been accustomed to such.

❛ i'm ALWAYS full of demands. you love it ------ ❜ comes out of her , muffled as frame sinks lower and lower back into the bed and crown digs itself further into ther other's side. that dubious cocktail of exhaustion , irritation and a pinch of ACHY MUSCLES having more and more of an effect on her the more the sleep wears off. though it doesn't stop a , ❛ ----- damn right i'm beautiful ..... ❜ from slipping through the cracks. a beat [ ... ] lingering silence due to the question as shego shifts in her spot and merely lets out an exaggerated GROAN. ❛ no -------- yes. dr. d's latest and greatest blew up ... in my face. friggin` mole rat .... ❜

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we went to a bookstore & i absolutely treated myself to so many good titles. we are already at the bar for the music event & i’m absolutely chilling. this night is wonderful !

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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

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ignore my socks but the fit for today fucks

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me and my lipliner against the world

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genuinely i do not know how i got diagnosed with autism before my brother.

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❝  i would be honored to read it. ❞ he would take good care of her book while it was in his possession; not the kind of person to allow other's items to get lost or broken. he could be trusted with it. if the book had so much sentimental value to her, he was eager to give it a read. most stories in asgard had to do with the gods & war, treasure hunting would have been something new to him. she seemed passionate about it. ❝  just a story that you like, i understand. i have a few like that myself. when i was younger, i used to be interested in the children's stories from midgard. most of them made creatures known to us seem like fantasy, but i still enjoyed them nonetheless. ❞

"it's incredible. when i've finished it i'll let you borrow it if you'd like to give it a try." she was more sentimental about the story itself than the physical book, although this was her first original copy of the story. but she'd leant it to a handful of people in the past, so why not lend it to loki, too? rapunzel shook her head, a playful smile spreading about her lips. "oh, no. i was not a treasure hunter nor an adventurer as a child. but i've always loved adventure stories and i guess that the concept of it has always been intriguing to me."

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❝  parents are often ... focused on these matters. ❞ he says, knowing that the same was true for his own. he might not have been the heir to their fortune, but he was a pawn in the game. someone that they could marry off for the sake of keeping relations with certain kingdoms. the only problem was that LOKI was mischievous, able to scare off any potential partners; he wouldn't get married unless he wanted. meanwhile, she was studying. working to become something useful; it was impressive in it's own right. someone so dedicated to their work, not allowing anyone to come between them & their studies.

she had some access to files on him working for her agency. no doubt, recounts of the horrific things that he had done. though, there was also information about his helping. the fact that he wanted to make amends. not to mention, their few meetings in the infirmary, when he was allowing himself to work alongside of them. he was no stranger to her. far from it, even if he had some of his own secrets. that was only natural when placed in this position.

❝  as i am yours. i promise to uphold our vows. ❞ he says, a smile playing on his lips. ❝  i don't wish to see this fail, even if it may seem like a forced arrangement. i'm grateful that it's you. ❞

Anne laughed, her eyes crinkling as she nodded. "Oh yes, it is a very good thing," she replied. "When I was studying to be a nurse, and later when I joined SHIELD, my studies were my sole focus. I didn't have time nor the inclination to date, much less get married." She could still hear the questions her mother had asked. Are you sure this is what you want? What about a husband? A family? At the time Anne had assured her parents she knew what she wanted. It still held true even if the path had changed.

Her eyes softened as she looked up at the man who would soon become her husband. Since the decision of their betrothal, she'd been given access to the files SHIELD had on Asgard and the Asgardians. Some of the information she knew just from being around Loki, but there was just as much she hadn't known. And there was still a good deal left to learn. Especially in regards to the man before her.

"Whatever time we have together, I will be by your side," she said, her words full of feeling. "I am your friend, always. And soon I will be your wife."

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he could handle the water being a bit out of sorts, having drank from running water in his lifetime. the fear of additives to his water didn't phase him, even if they were cracking light jokes about it.

taking up her offer, LOKI picks the booth with the best view. able to see the street from his seat, perfect for people watching. though, at this early hour - not many were up & walking around just yet. she had accompanied him to the spot, prepared to take his order. this was one of few times that he found himself inside of a cafe like this; little experience with the process of ordering in a mortal sense. bars in asgard had made him familiar enough with the interaction, enough that he could manage.

❝  coffee sounds wonderful. a little bit of milk in it, if you don't mind. ❞ the bitter taste was best dulled with a dash of milk, so that it was bearable. in the early hours, a cup of coffee would have been perfect to wake him up. the state of the water didn't bother him in the slightest; a light boil & it would taste like new.

❝  why don't you get yourself a cup too, and join me for a spell? ❞ the cafe was empty for now, the clock on the wall indicating that it was only a little past six. perhaps, she had a moment to join him; enjoy a cup to raise her spirits.

"Mm," she hummed in response. Not agreeing or disagreeing. She almost said it tasted like the pipes, like she could taste the path it had traveled from tank to faucet. City-water. Yet, she figured she'd already done a disservice by saying there was lead in it.

Setting the glass down, she turned her attention toward him. sliding the mask of politeness over her face with a smile. Ridding the far-off distracted look from her gaze with a couple of blinks. Both looking at the stranger and through him. "Sit wherever you like," Fox nodded vaguely at the booths by the window. Every single one was empty. As empty as the cracked vinyl-covered bar-stools, rusty and waiting for a backside to creak beneath. "Can I get you something other than water? Coffee?" The pot was filled with the same water, did heat burn out the lead? At least the taste was covered.