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Happy Loki Day Eve besties

A Gift (Loki x Reader)

Summary: Loki gives the reader a sword for valentines day and teaches them how to use it. Thor mistakes the gift as proof of an engagement.

Note: Screw roses and chocolate, I want a sword as a declaration of love! Also, screw canon and characters dying; everyone is alive and happy and healed. Please let me know what you think, feedback makes me strong and keeps me motivated to write more! Have a great day :D

Words: 1817 

It wasn’t the fact that someone had snuck into your room in the dead of night that bothered you. After all, FRIDAY would have alerted you if they meant harm and if, by some terrifying twist of genius, they’d evaded her scanners then they still hadn’t meant to hurt you as they’d left you sleeping peacefully through the night.

It wasn’t even that they’d tidied up - although that was rather strange. No, what bothered you was that, after silently cleaning your apartment, the intruder had left nothing but a long box on your table. No note, no explanation. Just a box, wrapped beautifully in dark green paper. 

Naturally, you had FRIDAY run a few tests on the box to prove that it was safe to open. She confirmed that there were no dangerous trace readings or anything to be worried about but suggested caution nonetheless. Expecting some kind of biological weapon or hidden explosives, you were quite surprised to find a sword. 

It was beyond beautiful. The blade was perfectly balanced, just the right side of heavy for you to comfortably lift and manoeuvre it, but deceptively sharp. (The first thing you’d done was run your fingers along the immaculate surface and cut yourself on the edge.) The hilt was like something from a fairytale. Made of a golden alloy of some kind, decorated with the most intricate swirling designs, you surmised it had to be centuries old at least; craftmanship of this quality simply didn’t exist nowadays. 

It was everything you could have dreamed of in a sword - and you had dreamed of owning one for so long - but it didn’t explain why it was there or why your mysterious giftee wanted to remain anonymous. 

However, you’d come to accept that life - your life, especially - rarely made much sense so, instead of worrying, you grabbed the sword and did what any normal person in your position would have done. (Probably; you’d spent so many years surrounded by super assassins and aliens that your definition of ‘normal’ was somewhat screwed.) You strode through the Compound like a proud soldier off to war, down to the training room where you intended to slash and stab the crap out of the training dummies. 

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Stephen: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Y/N: Only if you also don't ask why

Y/N: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick

Stephen:

Y/N:

Stephen: This one is fine

Most obscure I think would be “Diary of an Oxygen Thief,” by anonymous. Not really obscure, but the longest fixation is Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. Love both of these books with all of my heart.

question 2 my followers: what’s the most obscure piece of media you’ve ever developed a fixation with? not obscure as in “at one point had a reasonably thriving fandom that eventually faded” but something you feel you were almost entirely alone in your appreciation for

I actually cried.

a comic about someone who gets a visit from the reaper a bit sooner than expected, but has someone whos been waiting for them 

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instead of killing characters off at random for shock value, may i propose a hip new trend: keeping characters alive at random for shock value. by all logic, this character should be dead. there’s no possible explanation for how they continue to shuffle ‘round this mortal coil. maybe we literally saw them die onscreen back in the passe era of shock value deaths. and yet, there they are. alive before our eyeballs.

Crowley: Hey I wonder what would happen if my plants could talk

Crowley: *performs demonic miracle on his plants, giving them all tiny mouths*

Most of Crowley’s plants: *stay silent, too afraid of Crowley to say anything*

One plant: …………mmmmm yes keep shouting at us demon daddy yessssss tell us how much of a disappointment we are to you mmmmmmmmmmm I can’t wait until your rough, manly hands caress-

Crowley: *instantly snaps his fingers, removing the mouths*

Crowley:

Crowley:

Crowley: w-

Crowley: what the fuck

the storyboards for knives out are fucking incredible