this is half serious half crack.
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this is half serious half crack.
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like this for a starter call ♡
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 . independent role play for ODINN ALFODIR of norse myth; king of asgard & god of wisdom and fury. extremely headcanon based with little marvel influence. minors + personals dni. written + loved by charlie. est. june 2014. an exploration of: duty over personal relationships, recklessness to wisdom, morally grey characters, escaping prophecy, breaking the cycle, the cost of wisdom
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THEY SEE ME ROLLIN' THEY HATIN'! // @othunderous
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queue vili seething in the corner lmfao // @redhead-reporter
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it's the 'absolutely not' for me. // @gwenbiote
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the way i view chris as modern odin is like tyler rake! chris rather than thor! chris. just to not bring up confusion 😊 ... well i'm sure confusion is still inevitable but yknowwww.
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I'll just be over here, enjoying that gray in his hair
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Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.
Using this generator.
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𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗥𝗬. years of getting to know her peeling back her layers and being able to read her like an open book 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝘁 allowing him to gage just how in trouble he actually is. odin leans back in his office chair, hands clasped and resting on his middle as he gently sways back and fourth. a 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 forms on his face, lips pursing in through before he casually shrugs, ❛ i . . . may have asked vili about a dress. but you can't prove it was about your wedding dress. ❜ he explains, lips tugging into a ghost of a cheeky grin as he tilts his head slightly.
one hand reaches out, genturing for her to come closer, ❛ c'mon, babe. can ya blame me? ❜ he asks sweetly, offering the rare sight of 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, ❛ you ever think that maybe i'm just excited to marry you? ❜
"...Or, you know, you could just stop insulting my intelligence and ADMIT you were trying to get your brother to tell you about my wedding dress. I won't even be mad about it." MJ suggested as she leaned her hip against the doorway to Odin's office, arms folded triumphantly across her chest. Their planner had warned that including Vili in her shopping trip might prove to be TOO tempting for the Borrson bothers, make one or both of them desperate to talk the other about what she'd chosen. But MJ wasn't exactly known for responding the way one expected when told NO, and besides - she'd wanted Vili to be there, so he was. Simple as that.
º ✧ 。a SHORT STARTER bc mj is back with @alldaddy !
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—— 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗛𝗘'𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗. thank god they planned to go out for lunch unprompted. thank god he was with her. thank god he was with her. in all reality, something had felt off for a couple of days, what with a missing key card and slight shifts in her hotel room that were chalked up to hotel staff. but the reality was so much more sinister, so much more terrifying that odin didn't want to fathom what could have happened if mj had been alone. sure, she could take care of herself, but that creep would have gotten the jump on her, just like he'd tried to get the jump on him.
being twice the man's size and filled to the brim with muscle, it didn't take much to restrain the assailant in a headlock after he'd launched himself out of the closet. odin had no idea if the man had a weapon on him or what his plans were once he'd left his hiding spot, but he was not about to find out. managing to get the man in a chokehold, odin managed to easily restrain the stalker while yelling at mj to call security.
what felt like an instant was a minute or two before security showed up, managing to pass the intruder off to them and instantly running to mj's side. hands cupped her cheeks, looking over her face while asking if she was okay before the knife skittered across the floor. oh fuck. odin's heart started beating just that much harder in his chest at the realization of just how bad everything could have gotten. strong arms enveloped her, one hand cradling the back of her head as he brought her against his chest, ❝ shh, s'alright. i gotcha, baby. i gotcha. ❞ lips press to the top of her head before peering down at her, cupping her face once again, ❝ let's get you outta here, alright? ❞ he has no idea where, just away from him.
Her eyes were seeing it but her brain couldn't process it - the KNIFE that lay where Odin had kicked it across the floor, edges wickedly sharp and glinting in the glare of the overhead lights. The man pinned face down on the marble floor by the newly arrived hotel security officer, still SCREAMING MJ's name and begging her to understand. How much he loved her, supported her, needed to meet her because he was certain that they BELONGED together...
How long had he been hiding in her closet? How often had he gained access to her room? And what would've happened if Odin HADN'T been there when he decided to show himself?
As the sound of rapidly approaching police sirens began to wail outside the window, MJ stepped into her boyfriend's open arms and fell to PIECES - sobbing against his chest, fists balled into the fabric of his shirt.
º ✧ 。something HORRIBLE happened to mj --- save her, @alldaddy !
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listen if odin sees a post with the word 'daddy' in it, consider it his own personal bat signal. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.
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CHRIS HEMSWORTH
for Swisse - Vitamins & Supplements
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Send ❧ if you would ship your muse with my muse.
Or send ❧ along with your favorite ship with my muse. Or send ❧ along with the name/URL of someone you think I should ship with.
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