#i actually found this show through a lana del rey edit lol

[sherrysiclemusic]

y’all should really check out this show called skam the soundtrack is actually insane in the first episode alone they had music to watch boys to by lana del rey, je veux te voir by yelle and closer by lemaitre, plus i just started watching episode two and it literally begins with a world alone by lorde???? i love whoever chose the music, wow.

[thorsthot]

♡thorsthot’s writing challenge♡ 5k edition

yooo! so the first time I did this, I was at 2.5k followers back in 2018. 2020 we at 5k baby!!! but no deadass, I'm very grateful, especially for the people who have still been here even when I'm being an asshole. 

I found it really fun when I first did this. I got to read fics that I normally would never read. Even though I don’t read fanfic now, I still want to show appreciation whenever I get the chance. And what better way than to host a writing challenge?? under the cut you’ll find the rules, and the various prompts to choose from!

Deadass, just have fun! (and lets hope this doesn’t flop lol) if there’s any questions, feel free to ask :) reblog this to boost, if you’d like

♡ rules ♡

gotta be following me - let me know if you’re posting from a side blog

YOU CAN WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTER IN MY GUIDELINES :)) - (It does not have to only be mcu characters but yes, you can write for Tony, Loki, Nat, Wanda, etc)

I suggest writing outside of the mcu; but it is your choice

no, you cannot write Peter Parker smut, idc whether or not he’s 18

if you're writing smut PLS BE 18+ baby 

also, no dark!fics, non-con, in*est, etc

two people per prompt so first come first serve - each person can have at most 2 prompts but it’s not required.

if you’d like to write more than one fic, you can!

word minimum is 700 words; there is no word or chapter maximum 

has to be a reader insert

♡ formatting + tags ♡

fics should include, a word count, warnings, and your prompt

if you’d like, you can add a summary (it’ll help me when making the masterlist)

for the love of all things holy, please, add the ‘read more’ function to the fics. 

must tag me in the fic + use the tag #thorsthotfive and #thorsthotchallenge (so that I can find it if it gets lost in my notifs!)

♡ how to + what happens when you enter ♡

send me a message or ask highlighting which prompt(s) you’re going to use and the character you’re writing about

for example; “movie dialogue #4 w/ wade wilson” or, “situational #7 w/ bucky”, etc

when you enter: you’ll get a reblog (likely more than one) + a paragraph of feedback that highlights what I love about what you wrote

you’ll also be on the special 5k writing challenge masterlist placed within my own masterlists.

send me a link as well, if I don’t reblog/notice the fic!

there's no deadline to enter, but there's a deadline to post

deadline - March 16st 2020

♡ prompts ♡

situational (au/trope) -

Oh No! There’s Only ONE Bed! 

Stranger In a Coffee Shop

‘Damsel in Distress’ 

Enemies to Lovers (@yournonlocalpoc w/ Jason Todd + d.4)

Friends to Lovers (@tonictransistor w/ Stephen Strange + md.4)

Soulmate AU (@the-wordsmiths-fabrications w/ Thor)

Fake Dating (@I-jus-wanna-writehappy w/ Arthur Curry + d.5)

Noir Detective AU

Apocalypse AU (@thortopia w/ Thor + d.6)

Wow! The Scary Man in the Woods is actually a Sweetheart (@pruemania w/ Thor)

Vampire AU

Bodyguard AU

Character Death

Monster/Alien Fuck Fest

dialogue - 

“Do you love him?” (@sidehowriting w/ Thor)

“You’re the love and light of my life and I can’t wait to spend eternity with you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first.”

“Will you stay awake with me? I can’t sleep.”(@yournonlocalpoc w/ Jason Todd + s.4)

“You trust me? Don’t you?” (@I-jus-wanna-writehappy w/ Arthur Curry + s.7)

“We’re gonna have a baby.” (@thortopia w/ Thor + s.6)

“Yes, my lord.”

“Do you believe in aliens?”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“It’s all your fault.”

“I’ve never been scared a day in my life.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“Don’t argue with me today.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

movie dialogue - 

“It's fucking over, us, this is no joke. I don't think we should see each other any more.”

“Now take me to jail.”

“I didn’t want to get blood on your floor.”

“You met me at a very strange time in my life.” (@tonictransistor w/ Stephen Strange + md.4)

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy?” (@daydreams-and-shortattentionspan w/ Steve Rogers)

“But this is life. This isn’t a movie”

“They say it hurts less if it’s a surprise.”

“We make a good team. Right?”

“They’ll kill you for helping me.”

“I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Now, you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband/wife won't be home for hours.”

“Are we getting married tomorrow?”

“I gave you everything. You gave it all away.”

song prompts -

Candyman - Christina Aguilera

The Way - Ariana Grande ft. Mac Miller

Do U Dirty - Kehlani

One Night Only (Disco Ver.) - Dreamgirls Soundtrack

Gambit Rogue Delight - Sylar

Dance For You - Beyonce

Whore - In This Moment

Playing Games - Summer Walker ft. Bryson Tiller

You Know I’m No Good - Amy Winehouse (@daydreams-and-shortattentionspan w/ Bucky Barnes)

Cyber Sex - Doja Cat

Love Song - Lana Del Rey

Eyelids - PVRIS

Baby - Clean Bandit ft. Marina & Luis Fonsi

Ma Chérie - Palace Royale ft. Kellin Quinn

[anodyne-sunflower]

Love me like you do (Part 18)-Balem series

A/N: Ok! Sorry for the wait. Let me start by saying this chapter is just a bit longer than most. And it skips around a bit to get in everyone’s current events lol So, sorry if that’s too much for y'all. But, necessary for my plot! Also, I’m sure y'all just want smut in this but this isn’t that kinda chapter lol But, I hope you like it anyway. This chapter gave me hell. I have been writing and editing it since Friday. It took me so long because I had to decide what was important enough to leave in, and just ugh. So, it’s not my favorite one. But, again, very necessary for me to advance my story. ❤️ Enjoy

MOOD MUSIC: Cherry by Lana Del Rey

****

Being outside his door knowing he was just behind it, there was something off about the feeling. It was as if you needed to be in that room right along with him. But, going back in now was an even weaker idea. Once Balem grew angry, he’d stay in that sour mood for god knows how long. And even if you felt the need to go in and maybe…talk? Just thinking of it aggravated you. There was no reason for you to apologize to him, you were more than positive on that. He could do with learning some compassion, but you knew nothing you said or goaded him with would work. Still, there was no honor in throwing someone’s fate in the hand’s of another. You felt wrong about that, it was a moment of your own guilt firing back at him. Yet, no matter the details it was still all so disappointing. His words hurt, simple as they were, just hearing him dismiss you in such a way, it caused this ache in your chest you couldn’t explain.

You sucked in a helpless breath, trying to fight back the tears. You were just angry, furious really, at everything. Losing Nevaeh, then immediately dealing with Balem. You just felt so alone now. Where were you even supposed to go? All you’ve known is his company, and here he was throwing you out like some…

“Worthless woman.” You sighed, biting on your lip as you felt the anger begin to rise again. Who could speak to his reasons, but there was something in his actions that suddenly dawned on you. How easy it was for him to cast people aside when it suited his mood. Up until now, he never really aimed his emotions at you. And really, you couldn’t imagine what got him mad to begin with. If he didn’t care for Nevaeh, then your blame shouldn’t have meant anything. He could’ve easily rolled his eyes and went about his business. Instead, something in him snapped and now here you stood just outside his chamber doors. He may not have raised his voice, but the venom behind his tone was enough to unsettle you.

It was far too much to deal with right now, and really you felt exhausted. Emotionally speaking, because right now all you wanted was a place to clear your thoughts and sleep for a couple of years. You clutched your heels in your hand, lifting up the edge of your green dress as you tried not to trip on it, and headed for the only other place you knew. The servants quarters.

You pushed passed the few staff collected around the outside. They seemed to be in the middle of working, and all you caught was something about cleaning the throne room. You could only imagine why, knowing fully well Balem had just come from there. But, you pushed those gruesome visuals aside, smiling at some of them as you moved to go inside. You weren’t really sure what your destination was, but you could work out the kinks later.

As you walked into the long hall, it finally grew quiet. A welcomed silence that had you letting out a relieved breath. You leaned back into the wall, suddenly aware of the stares you were getting. It was uncomfortable, almost like their gazes burned through your skin. You didn’t even need to look up, you had grown so used to their ugly looks by now.

“I see Lord Balem finally grew tired.”

Their giggles were highly frustrating, especially now amidst your inner turmoil. The nerve of them, you thought. Surely by now they were aware of what took place at dinner. How could they not? Gossip spread like wildfire around here, it was almost impressive. But, here these two women stood, shoving their jealousy in your face and not even seeming to care that one of their own was now lying dead somewhere. Your pain was hardly from the loss of a lover, but rather a friend. And even if your little spat with Balem was a worry, you didn’t spend much time on it. Your brain was just a mess and hearing them spew all these bitter comments wasn’t helping.

You looked up at them, glaring back with equal fervor. You were too big a person to say anything, knowing their hostility came from a very spurned place. But, that was hardly your fault.

“Excuse me.”

You gritted your teeth as you fled, trying your best to keep your dress from crowding around your feet. The only place that seemed safe was Nevaeh’s old room, and you scurried away into it, the door sliding down as soon as you were locked away inside.

“Finally.”

It was a relief, being able to block all of them out. You took a seat on the bed, holding your head in your hands as the day’s events began to roll off in waves. You really just wanted sleep, a moment away from all of this. But, that wasn’t likely to happen. You weren’t even sure of where you’d sleep tonight. Nevaeh’s room seemed the plausible choice, but part of you wondered what Balem would do or think of that. Would he bother himself with your whereabouts? After all, he appeared more than eager to be rid of you earlier.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door slid open, revealing a pretty brunette. She had an uneasy smile on her face, fingers running over her long locks before she addressed you.

“Sorry about them. They don’t mean to be so-”

“Bitter?” You finished off, wanting this woman to go away. You had seen her around a few times though her name escaped you. It’s not like you wanted to be rude to the other staff, but none of them really cared or tried to get to know you. Most of them turned their backs once you started sleeping with Balem. Actually, they immediately despised you when he began to even show interest in you. It was pathetic really, how much they blamed you for his lack of affections towards them. You figured by now it’d be obvious he wasn’t the loving type, and considering they were aware of him prior to bedding him made it even harder to accept their hatred towards you. Even you had come to find how closed off the entitled could be.

“That’s one way to put it.” She laughed, hand resting on the doorframe. She didn’t try to come fully into the room, probably aware that you weren’t sold on her just yet. “Listen I…I just want you to know that…well this is a bit awkward.”

You could tell she wanted to say something big, but it appeared the words wouldn’t come out. It was annoying, and as much as you wanted to yell and send her away you held back. It wasn’t her fault all this tragedy happened.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this. Anyway, my name is Evianna. We haven’t really met.”

You turned back to her, tucking some hair behind your ear as you tried to summon the energy to socialize. “Y/N.”

Evianna nodded with a smile, trying to figure out the atmosphere of this conversation. And while she shuffled awkwardly at the doorway, you grew more and more frustrated by her. It was like everyone had a thing for shoving their nose into someone’s business on this planet. If they weren’t plotting to kill someone that is.

“He’s not an easy man to love, is he?”

That was it, the magic words that had you seething now. Why was your emotions, or lack of, any of her business? Why did she feel the need to bring it up to begin with? It was like everyone was interested in your relationship with the Primary.

“Evianna-”

“I’m sure I’m over stepping. But, speaking as someone who was there once I just thought maybe you’d…” She paused, emphasizing her words with her hands. “I mean, you’re in the servant quarters. I just figured he finally-”

“Grew bored? Dumped me? Found someone better? I’m sure you’d all love that.”

She looked alarmed by your words, granted they were laced with animosity. But, it was growing tiresome to deal with the same thing. And truly you did feel they were all eagerly awaiting the day Balem became disinterested. And even though he had dismissed you so callously, you didn’t believe things were close to finished with him. However, Evianna shouldn’t be the target of your foul mood.

“I’m sorry. I just-”

But, it seemed she was already aware of your reasons. With a solemn smile, she nodded. “No, I’m sorry she didn’t deserve that.”

Evianna seemed kind enough, despite knowing what you knew of her and Balem now. She wasn’t unnecessarily rude towards you like the others. But, regardless of that fact you were in no mood for new friends. Nor did you want to talk. Grieving was the only thing you wished to do, along with mull over your own anger towards a certain Primary.

“She didn’t…” You spoke in a hushed tone, looking through some of Nevaeh’s things as you sat in her room. And though you wanted to be honest and let Evianna know you had no intentions of being close to her, you opted for your sweeter side. “I just really want to be alone right now. Sorry.”

“I understand. I really came in to apologize on behalf of the others. And I saw you come in and wondered why, so I assumed he…nevermind. Well, I’ll leave you be.”

You watched her go, finding some relief in the doors sliding closed. The room grew quiet once more, an eerie feeling coming over you when you realized Nevaeh wasn’t coming back in here again. Her stuff was left as is, small mementos of her former life lying around. She had briefly mentioned her family to you, and of course they became soldiers of Balem’s army. You wondered if they were aware of her death yet. She had said they were stationed elsewhere. You just hoped someone had informed them.

In the mean time, you were just happy to be alone. Even in this now empty room. You sat back against the headboard of the bed, throwing your heels to the floor and fumbling around with your extravagant dress. It felt wrong to be in it now, like you were practically shoving your status in everyone’s faces. Not that your title of ‘Balem’s lover’ was something to be entirely proud of. Even so, you needed to be out of this. If not for your own comfort as well.

There had to be something in here, as wrong as it felt to now take her clothes. But, you figured Nevaeh of all people wouldn’t mind you borrowing her stuff. You jumped from the bed and kneeled down to the dresser, opening up various drawers until you came upon some simple looking attire. It wasn’t as beautiful or likely expensive as the gowns Balem dressed you in. But, it was closer to something you’d wear on the daily back on earth.

You rose back up, pulling the dress from your body and casting it aside in your wish to rid yourself of Balem’s hold. Spiteful or not, it felt good in this moment to let that go. And you quickly changed into your new outfit. Simple black leggings, boots and top. It wasn’t as revealing as the Primary would’ve liked, but this wasn’t for him anymore. And for once it felt great to move around without tripping on a long train of a gown.

***

Balem sat silently at his study, lips against his knuckles as he stared out of his bedroom windows. He had a good view of his city and the refinery, and even though he was deep in his own reflections he kept his eye on the beacon of his success. It was often like this for him, multitasking his every thought. There wasn’t any other way to exist in this world without that ability, and he prided himself on that. But, that was proving harder to do this time around. He was irritated, every little thing bringing his mood to a boil. He went so far as to nearly scream at the help who came through those doors. Whether it be his guards or servants. Each one of them was subjected to his cruel tone. Not that he felt pity for them, he was happy to have them leave his chambers and allow him the sanity of his own silence.

It hadn’t been long since you had left his room, but he felt the loss of your presence in the very air of it. It was strange to him, he had grown so used to being alone behind these walls for thousands of years. And it was only now that he became aware of how quiet it could be. It was almost unsettling for him. Women came and went over the centuries, and somehow he could not bring himself to let you go just yet. Your absence baited him into a sense of confusion, and anger. One that didn’t sit well with the Primary. For a man who was often in control, in this very moment he felt like it was slowly slipping from his grasp. Along with his rationality in this relationship he held with you. It should’ve been as simple as sex for him, as it always was. But, every time he found himself locked in your embrace, in your passion…it drew him into this moment of unbridled need. One that made him want to pull away and keep a distance from you.

How you came to cause him such trouble, he didn’t know. All he could safely say for himself, was that he didn’t care for that look in your eyes. The very one that angered him in the first place. You could taunt him, push him until he broke his reserved countenance time to time. Because, he allowed you that rare privilege. He even found some of your little quips amusing on occasion. But, for you to stare him down with that disappointed glare, it caused him a grief he couldn’t quite comprehend.

“What do you want, Mr. Night?” Balem didn’t bother looking towards his doors, he could already feel the covetous gaze of his advisor on him. Ever the eager one to please the entitled. Even at the expense of Balem’s temperament.

“Forgive me, my Lord. I only wish to advise you that your throne room has been…taken care of.”

Balem licked his lips and sighed, rubbing softly at his temples in mild annoyance. And while he should be getting back to his work, he felt no compulsion to do so.

“Very well.”

He waved the splice off, eyes still fixed upon the horizon of his dynasty. His mind was currently occupied with other things, matters of the flesh that didn’t concern anyone but him and you. And while he was aggravated by your most recent actions, he had this desire to see you.

“Mr. Night.”

The splice stopped just at the doorway, turning with a nervous step. It was never a good thing when Balem stopped him, he had grown to learn that. So one couldn’t blame him for his anxieties around the man.

“Yes, Lord Balem?”

“The girl. Bring her to me.”

“My Lord?”

The Primary shifted some papers on his desk, allowing himself the peace of mind to get back to work while he awaited your arrival.

“Don’t be foolish, Mr. Night.” He sent a threatening glance towards the advisor, the message all too clear in his green eyes. “Y/N. Find her, and bring her to me. Now go!”

The splice bowed, muttering out a ‘right away’ before hastily moving out of Balem’s chambers to retrieve you for the Primary.

***

The standard Abrasax temper, that’s what Kalique’s mood could be attributed to. She swiped her hands over her dining table, throwing food and wine to the ground in her fury. Her nails dug sharply into the crystal top, her breath coming out in shallow pants. She had never been so irate, but being the sister to the most powerful man in the universe could cause anyone grief.

“Suppose your assassin wasn’t as resourceful as promised.”

Titus took a casual sip of his drink, giving his sister a smug look that only fueled her temper. But, he tried to tell her over and over again. But, correct as he was, leave it to his siblings to discount his ideas.

“Do you have any idea how much I paid that man to kill our brother?!”

She screamed, directing her finger in a random direction for emphasis to her point. Cygnus could, and probably would die for his offense against her. It would appear his assassins and his poisons proved fatal. Only on the wrong person, and worst of all? Good money wasted on the life of no one of importance.

“I should have known.” Kalique composed herself, lifting her hands in defeat before sitting back on her chaise lounge. She had had enough of all this plotting, at least for a long while. It wouldn’t be the first time Titus and her attempted such a feat. But, Balem was not an easy man to get close to, he always had guards on him. She figured poison would be the answer, after all Balem enjoyed his wine far more than anyone she knew. “This is lunacy. I once believed him to be nothing, a simple stone in my shoe…growing up he always ran to Mother for everything. I would’ve never guessed he’d turn out to be the man he is now.”

Titus took her words in stride, shrugging his shoulders and looking out of the windows of her alcazar. “He is not untouchable, Kalique.”

“Oh, but he is. He is, Titus. You think he’ll hide away behind his palace walls? He may not directly see us as a threat, insulting enough as that is! But, he won’t just stand back. If we try again…he will kill us both.”

“You worry too much, it’ll give you wrinkles.”

“Titus!” She had enough of his carefree attitude, sometimes one had to know when they’re bested. And Balem had proven time and time again to slip through the cracks of their plans. She had no doubt he’d continue to do so. “Have you not heard a word I’ve said? This life, is better than none. The assassin hasn’t been heard from. Why do you think that is? You think Balem decided to break bread with him and make him an associate?” She scoffed, closing her eyes and rubbing at her temples in annoyance.

“I’ve no doubt in my mind, he knows we did this. And if we strike again, he will pay it back tenfold.”

“Balem won’t try to strike back. We both know he will not waste time or resources trying to fight us.”

Titus smiled at her worry, dropping his boots from the table and walking over to her. He took a seat on the edge of her lounger, gripping her shoulders in reassurance.

“And not out of the goodness of his own heart, sister. Which means he won’t be on guard anymore. He’ll think you’re done, that we’re done. Now is the moment! Do you trust me?”

Kalique eyed him carefully, trying to discern what his plan was. She was not an easily convinced woman, and never tried for anything that didn’t promise something back in return of greater value. But, Titus seemed so sure of himself this time around.

“What will you do?”

Titus hummed, smirking as he figured out his own way through this plan.

“Poison is a woman’s game, Kalique. Believe me, what I have planned out is so much better. Just relax, and enjoy the lovely night.”

He removed himself from her side, walking towards the balcony and staring outside towards the stars. He could find beauty in this planet, and yet nothing could compare to the one his aspirations were set on.

“I will paint those palace walls red with our dear brother’s blood.”

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A/N: As always, feedback highly appreciated. 💜