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[I have a week-long vacation coming up!! So I'm gonna do my best to crack out a bunch of replies and be active until I have to head out of state for a furcon!!

I'll also probably post some goofy fun times with Rivals! verse in his stupid swimsuit bc it makes me laugh]

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Symmetry experiments with my Tricksters

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🗡️ | Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Like your heart that was so eager to be hid You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away | 🗡️

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GET BONKED

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@xxashes-rebornxx cont. from ask

At Freya's approach upon the fire escape, the wards around Lokes' apartment hummed in greeting, allowing her closeness and access before the emoji-filled text message could be delivered.

The Trickster in question had been having a rather relaxing evening, a book open on his lap, painted nails tapping along the pages whilst an emerald green ink pen wrote tiny notes in the margins of pages. The ping of his phone drew his attention, and scarred lips twitched into a small smile at the string of emojis--only to dip when he spotted the bandage strung in the middle.

What trouble had she gotten into this time?

Book abandoned on the coffee table, Lokes was on his feet and puttering about, snapping his fingers to summon a first aid kit and the necessary supplies that Midgardian methods required before he unlocked and slid the window open to allow one of his dearest access to the safety of his home.

The shout of 'DAMMIT!' reached his ears as he was sliding it open and green eyes searched the scene before him, taking in the canvas of gore that made up her arm. Such things certainly called for more than just a band-aid of an emote and his supply of Midgardian gauze and ointments.

"Kinda?" He echoed, clicking his teeth before moving forward to gently assist her into the apartment with a delicacy that not many ever got the privilege to see. "Norns, Freya! This would at least warrant a phone call. Come into the light, let me see the damage better."

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Affection + HC

Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

Affection is a strange beast for Lokes, though he'll be the last to admit it. In his youth, he was very much a 'Mama's boy' and delighted in maternal affection from Frigga, almost always attached at the hip to his Mother. There was no shortage of familial affection! Wrestling and tumbling with his brother; the soothing words of Thor's sleepy voice should Loki have woken him from a nightmare in the earliest hours of the day. A firm but loving hair rustle from the large hand of Odin as past battles were discussed to the bright-eyed boys at his throne.

Such things did not last, unfortunately, as time came to pass. When Lokes failed to follow in the footsteps that were expected of him, the hair rustling would stop. Thor would be too busy to entertain the notions of his baby brother--worried about what the Warriors Three might think. Frigga was always willing, of course, to soothe his worries, but Lokes began to protest, parroting back the accusations that he was too old for such things. That no one would take him seriously, or, more seriously than they already did, given his magic and illusions.

As the divide between the Trickster and his family grew, Lokes became colder and more distant, utterly rejecting any and all closeness, especially after the incident with Brokkr and the sewing of his lips.

Touch became a weapon against him. A means to inflict nothing but more pain and hurt.

Since falling to Midgard and beginning to rebuild his life, affection still raises his hackles. He does not understand why the Midgardians have to be so /touchy/ nor why they seek the need to be so close. He doesn't know what the term touch starved MEANS, but he is incredibly touch starved.

Much like an abused animal, he would rather bare his teeth and snarl than have a tender hand anywhere near him. It's a large reason why his number of friends can be counted on one hand. Anyone wishing to engage in affection towards the Trickster needs to be patient and understanding--if they can get a hold of the emotional walls built up around him.

That being said, being well. Loki. Lokes knows how well affection can be used to manipulate, and he can fake it until he makes it in any of his glamoured aliases.

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Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

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[Sorry AGAIN that I've been MIA here /)A(\ Work is still super busy with the summer season, and my spare time after work hours has been occupied with art fight + marvel rivals to decompress

It's also just hot and stupid and I hate summer with all my heart and soul so I haven't had much drive to write.]

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BEEPS

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PSA: YOU'RE NOT BEING IGNORED.

A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.

Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.

And that's okay. This isn't homework-- People should be allowed to pin down what they want to write and write it as they please. If you really want specific interactions, you can always send ic / anonymous asks to muses. You can make your own starter calls. Please don't put all of your eggs into one basket, as you will come to resent the people who don't immediately refill it. Don't be a goob, you have people who enjoy you AND your writing.

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Ran out of time and the spoons to make this actually look nice but HERE WE ARE I GUESS

I do work full time so I can't promise a ton of attacks or revenges but I'll be doing my best :3c

Art Fight Profile

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"Ten of your preferred ~Midgardian Currencies~ to whoever takes one for the team and steps HARD on a certain Blond Oaf's bare feet at the Gala."

"Twenty if you make it look like an accident."

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[Sorry AGAIN for the low activity..work has been a lot :( Picking at drafts while my wifi likes me rn because I have an extra day off of work

thanks for the patience!!]

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"A little of both, admittedly." As children, it had bothered Thor that Loki's helm could be used for various tactics. Loki had always sneered and told him that he was simply using his resources better than the Thunderer.

"It has been quite some time since I've had use of them for such. Nowadays, they're mostly for decoration, sadly."

At the introduction, a mock stage bow and a roll of his hand was given towards the two of them, even if Fangs was disinterested in the Trickster. "Lokes Liesmith, at your service. I am also rather fond of wandering...especially so when I was your age."

Flint made an audible noise of excitement when he took the note and responded. The light bouncing off his horn-things was fascinating and she stood on her toes to get a good look before he turned. She was pretty sure he was part animal and that would be so cool! In a way, she related much more to animals than she did normal humans. They weren't as judgemental. Fangs watched it play out, mostly disinterested, licking his paws. She rushed to make a reply with a wide grin.

[ Mighty! Yes! You use them to attack others? For defense? ] Genuine questions. After all, was that not the purpose of such appendages? [ I am Flint. He is Fangs. We like to wander. I like meeting new people. Fangs likes...well, he likes chicken.]

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ANTAGONISM — MEETINGS

"Still mad?" "Missed me?" "Get out. Now." "Who let you in?!" "Why are you here?" "What do you want?" "Read my lips: no." "You don't scare me." "Hey, put that back!" "You are not welcome." "Move out of the way." "Don't be like that..." "Don't test me today." "Do you mind? I'm busy." "Don't come any closer." "Showing your face again?" "You expect me to apologize?" "I won't say it again: leave it." "You know I can't let you in." "I don't trust you to behave." "You being here is bad enough." "Have you nothing better to do?" "I thought you didn't trust me?" "I don't wanna deal with this…" "I'm not here as a favor to you." "Are you still holding a grudge?" "Your presence befouls this place." "Is there a… reason you're here?" "I didn't expect to find you here." "I should just kill you right now." "What more could you possibly want?" "Do you mind getting out of the way?" "Don't you have hobbies or something?" "You're threading a dangerous line…" "What? No open arms, no welcome back?" "Cut to the chase — why call me here?" "Do they just let anyone walk in here?" "How did you… the doors were locked!" "You're not sorry, don't even pretend." "You've chosen a bad day to bother me." "Come now, no need for such hostility." "Do you find amusement in harassing me?" "You being here is enough to ruin my day." "I don't care, you need to let me through." "You should have killed me… but you didn't." "So… standoffish. Am I not allowed to visit?" "You better have a good reason for ignoring me." "Here, I brought you something!" *Middle finger.* "Seeing your face sour at the sight of me is funny." "Is that what I am to you? An annoyance? A pest?" "Were you expecting me? What a… warm welcome." "No. Whatever you're about to ask, the answer is no." "Do you just think it's funny to get me into trouble?" "You think you can just walk in here after what you did?" "I'm not going to be intimidated into letting you through." "Doesn't matter what you say, I'm not doing you any favors." "You'll forgive me for being curt, but please, leave me alone." "Grow up. We can hate each other's guts and still do business." "I won't be held responsible for what I do if you don't get out of my face." "Isn't it funny that I'm right here and you can't do anything to me right now?"

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A dramatic sigh escaped the Trickster as he was called out and he slunk from behind the nearest hiding spot with all the grace of a disgruntled cat, slender hands brushing imagined dust from his outfit.

"You always were a spoilsport."

OPEN

"Show yourself," she said into the quiet of the empty room she'd been reading in. She turned the page of her book, not even looking up. "I know you're there, Loki."

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Munin tilted his head at the question--and seemed to squint suspiciously at her plea to be humored for just a moment. Still...he remained still, shifting just a little from foot to foot before delicate nails scratched against his small head.

A hearty croak was given, and unable to ignore Loki's summons any longer, the raven was off and away, transversing through the pathways between the realms with all the practiced ease of a lifetime of flying back and forth. Talons wrapped around the golden perch of Odin's throne when it came into view--a sassy gaze meeting disapproving green as he croaked out a greeting to the Trickster. His twin brother also fluttered in, beak immediately moving to preen at ruffled feathers.

Loki held out a hand in silent demand, and when it was not immediately answered, he cleared his throat pointedly. Impatiently. "Come on then. Let's see what nice and shiny little trinket you were promised for your nest, hm?"

Small feet hopped forward, and he gently laid the hairband in the expectant hand, fluttering back once Loki was satisfied. Slender fingers picked up the item, brushing over each and every surface available. The runes were easy to find--small and delicate though they may have been, the trace of someone else's seidr calling to his own, like two magnets meeting and simultaneously repelling.

What a foolish girl. One little raven spends a minuscule amount of time prancing about her garden with her, and she hands off her greatest boon of protection.

His thoughts moved quickly, lips pressing together in contemplation as he leant back on the throne. It would do him no favors to suddenly whisk her away, but the longer he waited--the more the people of his Kingdom suffered. Not to mention his need to protect the realm from his sister; and play hero whenever the damned world was in danger from Doom.

Standing from the throne, his cape fluttering behind him with the movement, he snapped a finger towards the two ravens without slowing. Green magic conjuring a feast of their favorite seeds in unspoken gratitude for the work they'd managed to do for him.

Feet carried him out of the throne room and towards the grand royal library. He needed to consult some of the books and piece together more of a plan.

"What d'you think, pretty Raven?" A soft giggle once again escaped her as she shook out her hair, allowing her vibrant red locks to settle more properly after having been tied up most of the day. "Do I look better with my hair down?"

Looking this way and that once more; Freya would reach out to her little Raven friend once more, though much more cautiously compared to when she was merely holding out a treat, as though she feared one wrong move would result in a nip on the hand from a sharp beak. "Humor me a moment, won't you? I've always wanted to try this!" And assuming Munin did not startle; Freya would reach forward with delicate hands, scratching at that sweet spot she knew most animals to have right behind the ears.

Perhaps unsurprisingly; another shout from the girl's Father was what inevitably pulled her away from her very pretty and very soft bird friend.

"Freya, come here a moment, won't you?"

Waving one last goodbye to the Raven when they inevitably flew off, Freya would go to join her Father a couple rows over - the greying man inspecting a plant just as Freya had done moments ago. "What is it, Father?"

Instead of an immediate answer; the older man lifted up one of the plants limbs bearing flowers. Most were white, but a select few were tinged red when they shouldn't be otherwise. "Another mutant. What do you think, my dear? Shall we trim it, or let it be?"

"I say let it be - see what else it'll do!"