#iamthegodofthunder

[marvelxpositivity]

iam-the-god-of-thunder is such a wonderful person to speak and roleplay with. I'm so happy to call her a friend and have her as an rp partner; her writing is amazing and I love everything that we do together.

[thebrokengodofmischief]

✎

Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you how to…

✎ - negotiate with my muse

Loki likes even negotiations. If you want something form him you have to be willing to give him something in return. Of course it has to be something he likes. But love is also a powerful motivator when it comes to Loki, he will do most anything for those he loves without and negotiating needed!

[thebrokengodofmischief]

Costume Box

Send me “Costume Box” and I’ll randomly generator a number to see what my character chooses to :

Dress up as/ wear for yours:

2. Maid

& Why:

9.To make your muse jealous

Loki giggled as he opened the box that was delivered this morning, knowing full well what was in it. Pulling out all the pieces of fabric he began to pull them on in order. First the corset underneath as well as the black satin panties, garter belt and stockings that clipped on. Next he pulled the dress over his head and wrapped the white apron around his waist and tying it into a bow behind his back.

 Slipping into the stiletto heels they clicked on the hardwood as he walk, wiggling his butt as he fixed his already perfect hair into the living room where Thor was sitting on the couch after their last row where it was insisted that it was Loki's fault. But the thunderer was still looking down and not paying attention to him so he walked right past him and into the kitchen, keeping himself in view. "Would you like anything to drink? I might go out tonight.. Seeing as you probably don't want me around.." Loki sneered, trying to make Thor jealous.

[prisonersinner]

My guardian Angel. | Closed rp {iam-the-god-of-thunder}

Was a tough day for Tom as always, but today it seemed just a little bit worse. His part of the hospital was crowded of sick people and some children screaming because of their belly pain, but the worst part of the ward was where people were hospitalized. There were too many people waiting for medicines and attention of others doctors towards Tom, because that kind of care wasn't his specialty: he was a surgeon doctor, not a ward doctor, but he was always helping anyone who needed it. Above all he was human and he couldn't, and didn't liked to watch another humans suffering knowing he could help them in the majority of the cases.

Tom was checking some old people when he heard a nurse calling him in the speakers of the hospital. "Tom Hiddleston emergency on Surgery Room 9. Calling doctor Tom Hiddleston, it is a Red emergency on Surgery Room number 9." Tom excused himself with the elderly people and ran to his team of surgery. 

He washed his hands with the help of a nurse, put surgical gloves on and the rest of the nurses help him with the surgical clothes. He entered in the Room 9 just to find a man with mid age lying anesthetized on the stainless cold gurney. Tom put his surgical mask on and stepped inside, hearing the nurse closing the door behind him. "Patient report." Doctor Hiddleston asked coming close to his team. Everyone had everything already prepared.

"Heart attack victim, high stage need Heart Bypass surgery. The blood pressure was high but now is stabilized." The anesthetist, Benedict, said and Tom nodded. "We presume it will take six or even eight hours, Tom." Once again Tom nodded and started to grope the patient's chest to feel the exact place where he would cut it. Soon he found. "Scalpel." He asked to the instrumentalist since the patient's chest was clean and sterilized. The scalpel came to his hands he cut in the right place. The blood started to appear. "Cautery." Once again it was quickly in his hands.

An hour later, the heart was finally exposed while the patient's thigh was being cut by another doctor to take a piece of artery to replace the dead one on his heart. It would be a delicate surgery, Tom was sure about it, but he was secure about the patient: he was stable and the doctor knew he would made it until the end of the surgery. A beating heart was resting in the palm of his hand while a fake one was keeping the patient alive.

Like he always did, Tom prayed in his on way. "I don't know if you're God, Jesus or if you have another name, but please help me, guide my hands to save this life. Thank you." He started to work on the beating heart.

[prisonersinner]

PLEASE READ! PLEASE READ! PLEASE READ!

OOC: I'm so sorry for the lack of activity. Last week I had lost of tests and works to do, also I took care of my little sister the whole week. Yesterday was my birthday (yay!) and, you know, I had my time with the family and some friends. Well, I'm truly sorry. a Starting tomorrow, I'll be on my normal activity once again. I hope you all understand and please, don't leave me. I'm back to you! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry... 1,000,000x sorry! 

[prisonersinner]

i know i own a lot of replies and i'll be doing it right now. I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAY, ugh