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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, 3.08 — Ordinary People
"i think", i say, about my own ocs, who i made,
“my headcanon is…” i say about the canon that i made about my own characters
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Characters of the Marvel Cinematic Universe ↳ Jane Foster
loki is so annoying i can't STAND it
rey watches them quietly; she can't help but to smile. even if the whole situation makes her uneasy, it is still so NICE to see -- thor deserves the chance to reunite with one of his many long-lost friends. he deserves to feel this happiness.
he hugs her so TIGHTLY. it's clear thor relishes having jane in front of him again. rey can't begrudge him that, so she lets them take all the time they need. she doesn't interrupt as they embrace, as thor's many happy exclaims reach her ears. but she does feel badly, that she will eventually have to burst his bubble. rey knows thor will have his reservations once he hears every detail jane has shared with her. maybe it won't change his mind about being friends, or all the other possibilities her return brings, but it will certainly give him pause.
she wonders if, like her, thor will be confused... or will he know straightaway what his father's PLANS must be? rey is suddenly very eager to speak to her husband in private. but she knows she won't have the chance to be alone with him for hours.
"sure, darling," rey agrees, trying to force herself to match his excitement. she doesn't want it to sound TOO FAKE -- thor will know something bothers her immediately. maybe he will assume it's the pregnancy, which has made her uncomfortable more and more, lately. there's no denying it has shortened her temper, too. still, her eyes soften. "a lemonade sounds very nice. i liked the berry-flavored one you got me yesterday?" she holds his wrists, kissing him once, twice. she doesn't want to meet him there. she wants to bury her face in his chest and go home immediately -- through the bifrost, so they don't have to fly and can be back in their garden together in minutes.
but that isn't an option. it would be, probably, if she would only ask -- but rey can't bring herself to. thor is so happy. maybe she is being negative for NO REASON.
there's only one way to find out.
rey scowls -- she can't help herself. "i'm fine," she insists. "no help needed." it's mostly true. she moves more slowly, lately, but it's fine. their beloved child is just heavy -- that's all. hardly a cause for CONCERN. she rests a hand protectively on her stomach as they walk. the docks aren't that far, they'll make their way there in moments. still... filling the silence that settles around them would be helpful. the mood is starting to grow awkward.
she clears her throat. "have you spoken to val yet?" rey asks. she would love to know what SHE thinks of all this. val is likely to be the one person even warier than rey. she won't think rey is crazy for being disturbed by the entire situation. "i'm sure she already knows all about the... logistics of something like this, but -- i mean, it is surprising." even thor had been shocked to see her.
rey knows she's probably being too hard on jane. anyone would have taken this chance, her included. thor is excited for his friend; she should try to be, too. there's no sense worrying over something that hasn't happened yet. IS THERE? slowly, she exhales. her free hand rises to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "i don't mean to sound short," she says. "i'm happy to see you, really. i know thor is happy to see you. i just..."
how to explain it? maybe she seems petty for not trusting the intentions of a man she's never even met. maybe jane thinks she dislikes her because of her history with thor. maybe she thinks rey is pregnant and hormonal. she's never given rey any reason to mistrust her. rey shouldn't assume her intentions are untoward in any way.
but something about all of this makes her unbalanced.
"i guess it's the surprise," she finishes, after searching for the right words and coming up EMPTY handed. "a lot of this is unheard of, where i'm from. you're in a very unique situation."
“i was on my way to her when i bumped into you. i have… so many questions, that only she can answer.”
reminiscent of her days as mighty thor, there is a push and pull happening within her. relinquishing her humanity in favor of ascending, fully, into an asgardian is a noticeably present urge. faintly, above everyone’s heads, she sees what she could only describe as death bubbles. they aren’t visible long enough for her to truly understand them. what will she be able to see when she learns to sharpen her focus? what’s beyond? and what, exactly, does being a valkyrie entail? just as there must always be a thor, there must always be valkyries. a job that needs to be done. delivering the fallen to their afterlife, she knows — what concerns her is what she doesn’t yet know.
wind blows in from the ocean; jane flips strands of hair away from her face as her eyes watch the movement of her feet. in moments, they are at the dock. it looks just as it did the last time she was here. now wading gently & still empty of its previous decor is the ship they had taken to omnipotence city & the shadow realm. gorr. eternity. she doesn’t want to dwell on that now.
“me, too.” reaching the end, she lowers herself to sit at the very edge of the dock, dangling her feet above the water. despite thus far insistence, she extends a hand to rey to help her sit. “you know,” she continues, “i didn’t believe in any gods before i met thor.”
sparkling & gently lapping ripples of water pull her attention. there is a pang in her chest as she considers what she would like to say next. briefly, her eyes close, and jane exhales. talking about past pain has never come easily to her. the valkyrie in her tugs —— and she leans into it.
“in my younger years, i had to bear witness to the ravaging of my mother by illness. the same one that had claimed me.” opening her eyes, looking over at rey—— she is jane foster, her thoughts and feelings are her own, but an asgardian becomes her. “in those final days, she’d urged me… ‘find a god you believe in.’ now, here we are. thrust into the world of gods and their turmoils. their… fantastical, mystical foes. butchers and titans, fellow gods. despite how… strange, and vastly different my life since then has become, much of it never ceases to surprise me, i suppose. i assure you, rey, verily am i aware of the rarity of my position.”
placing her hands in her lap, she half-turns, lifting one knee up onto the dock to make herself comfortable. her new armor glints in the sunlight, as does the weapon bracing her arm. the weapon she has yet to use.
despite the vague sense of accusation she feels from rey’s words, hers remain civil. light. understanding. “is it the surprise of my revival that sows distrust in you?”
i love this & i find it so fascinating, i love the idea of something being so far beyond even a god's comprehension that it literally cracks their psyche
which reinforces that average human minds definitelyyyyy should not be exposed to it and it makes sense that some of them go crazy
CULT HORROR PROMPTS… >>> “you don’t get privacy with god.” @trickiz
“ugh.”
it comes from deep within her throat. pulling the robe to a tight close and tying it — movements quick & exaggerated, to accentuate the annoyance — katherine rolls her eyes. it isn’t being intruded upon nor surprised so soon after an evening of treating herself nicely… it’s the implication of what’s said.
“you know you’re not the god, right? you’re a god. just one of many, as far as i can see. definitely not high up enough to be omnipresent. perv. you just like spooking people.”
not that she was particularly spooked. living a life of randomly stumbling upon loved ones dead at the hands of a mad, bloodthirsty bastard has toughened her up. katherine pierce is not one to jump out of her skin over a little intrusion. leaving the bathroom, brushing by loki, eyeing them from beneath her lashes (and her unimpressive stature, she knows), she twirls and throws herself over the back of her velvet couch to lounge. as if she has no company at all.
squinting, her eyes peek up to eye loki suspiciously. “isn’t it, like, blasphemy to imply capital-G god is a perv? or, whatever. i didn’t really pay attention to my dad’s bible thumping lessons.” then she perks — eyes coming alight with a hint of excitement. “what’s with the surprise visit, anyway, hm?”
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ CULT HORROR PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
god hears you better when you're on your knees.
don't pray for forgiveness, pray for usefulness.
we don't ask questions here, we receive answers.
if you're afraid, it means you're listening.
he chose you because you were empty.
faith isn't supposed to feel good.
pain is how devotion speaks back.
you don't need proof when you have purpose.
he watches us even when we sleep.
you were born broken so you could be remade.
doubt is a sin you confess with silence.
you don't belong to yourself anymore.
we gave that up at the door.
god doesn't love everyone.
if you leave, you take the curse with you.
you can't wash it off.
you feel guilty because you are guilty.
we save people.
you weren't chosen because you're special, it's because you'd submit.
he speaks through me now.
don't interrupt!
you don't need to understand, you need to comply.
the suffering means it's working.
you should be grateful he noticed you at all.
faith hurts before it heals.
sometimes it never heals.
god doesn't ask twice.
you volunteered the moment you stayed.
we don't use names here.
confession cleans the soul.
exposure cleans the body.
your fear smells like devotion.
if you scream, he listens harder.
you're shaking because you're close, don't pull away now.
we warned you about thinking for yourself.
obedience feels like relief once you stop resisting.
you don't miss your old life, you miss being ignorant.
he took your doubt as a kindness.
you should thank him.
the rules keep you safe from yourself.
you're not trapped, you're protected.
you don't get privacy with god
everything hidden rots.
bring it into the light.
the light burns first, then it purifies.
you can't leave until you're clean and you're not clean yet.
god loves a willing sacrifice.
don't cry, tears mean you still care about the wrong things.
you feel watched because you are.
he doesn't speak to everyone.
you don't need sleep.
you need prayer.
rest is for the faithless.
you'll thank us later, everyone does.
your body belongs to the congregation now.
we won't hurt you.
god doesn't make mistakes.
you were meant for this.
you don't hear him because you're not listening correctly.
you're safer when you don't move.
faith requires discipline, discipline requires pain.
pain requires trust, trust us.
you won't be the last.
god loves patterns, that's why we repeat ourselves.
if you question me, you question him.
you're shaking again.
we warned you about curiosity.
now look at you, open, raw, and ready.
don't cover yourself, shame is part of the process.
you don't need dignity where you're going.
you need obedience.
you're becoming holy and holiness leaves no room for ego.
you asked for meaning, this is the cost.
don't beg, he doesn't negotiate.
you can scream.
he won't stop, he never does.
you don't belong to the outside anymore.
you don't remember life before us, that's mercy.
you feel lighter because we took something essential.
faith isn't gentle, it's thorough.
you don't get to choose how you're saved.
salvation is invasive.
god prefers a broken will, it fits better in his hands.
you don't need your reflection anymore, mirrors are vanity.
you'll see him soon enough.
we don't bury bodies, we return vessels.
don't ask what comes back, you already know.
you're afraid because part of you still wants to live.
you'll be grateful when the wanting stops.
he's inside you now.
faith feels like drowning before it feels like floating.
you're not dying, you're being corrected.
don't say his name wrong.
you should have left when you had the chance, but you stayed.
you don't need forgiveness, you need erasure.
god loves clean slates, especially when they scream.
JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY as Max in Black Sails, Chapter XII.
—Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris"
"he talks about his parents a lot," rey says, because he does. there's no denying his mother is more often the topic of conversation -- there are happier memories, there, and rey has had the joy of meeting her. the real her. "i know your father was a difficult man to please. an impossible man to please, i should say. i guess thor says a version of what you've said. he feels like he had his CHOICES made for him. he was always afraid of disappointing him."
she has her own opinions, ones she's been careful to share in bits and pieces, and only when it felt like they would be well-received. rey thinks it would probably be impolite to say so, but she's fairly certain thor DOWNPLAYS the impact his upbringing has left on him. he doesn't blame his father for any of it even now -- not like how rey does. she wonders if hela would agree with her or if, like thor, she doesn't even know that she should be sad she was never given the space to want anything but what their father insisted was good for them.
rey looks down at the flower, which calls out to her. even from this distance, she can feel how alive it is. REBIRTH, indeed. maybe that is what hela is seeking on new asgard. "i guess i meant to ask you, earlier... if you ever had any wants for yourself before your father gave you his plans. because i guess i'm wondering -- well, what you might do now. you know... how you'll fill your days here."
faint is the breeze that whistles between and around them; on the ground, the born - again flower dances gracefully. hela regards it for only a moment in consideration. is it naive of the mortals to think wants and wishes and desires are so simple as to merely reach out and take them — or is presumptuous of hela to think so? some, she supposes, aren’t so different from her & her siblings.
but it seems all the more difficult to break free from predetermined paths when the time is not nearly as finite.
“not that i can recall, no. it began from a very young age. from the moment i could coherently speak my own name, i was being prepared for a life of battlefields and conquered realms. but you mustn’t be so surprised by that.” in the few months spent here, she has heard enough. few trust her enough to give depth to the details… but the picture painted is as clear as it needs to be. odin hadn't changed quite as much as he would have liked to think.
“i suppose now is my time to… discover what i may wish to do with my life. first i must learn who it is i am. on my journey of discovery, i’m afraid i’m kept on a rather tight leash.” the valkyrie is keeping a very watchful eye on her. as are the remaining asgardians; she understands why. still, there is an almost playful widening of the eyes and raise of the brows. “why is it that you ask after my once hopes and dreams? you know well what it means to have your destiny carved into being for you rather than by you, do you not? forgive me — i have asked around.”
