#loketratan

[reankouarchive]

@loketratan

It'd been on his mind since the day he learned of their relationship. Loke and Hel, that is. No, it'd been longer than that. Such a thing remains restless within the bars of his mind every day. But he could feel it welling up as time progressed, threatening to burst with every word. His heart thrummed with the fear of ever telling such a tale to him, yet his tongue equally threatened to choke him for all that was said, unsaid, and soon to be said. It was like an illness. He didn't want to talk about it. He needed to. Despite how he felt of it, how dangerous it may be for their relationship, and anything else he'd ever considered and excused as why not to tell, Undertaker had to say this to him lest he may come to tears before him rather than in private. 

"Loke..." the reapers voice was far more serious than usual, yet he there was an attempt to keep the tone jovial. 

It wasn't that serious. It didn't matter that much. It didn't. why are you doing this? stop it now before you discover the depths of disappointment within yourself and him. What are you looking for in sharing this? Absolution? Forgiveness? Pity? Love? How s a d . His daughter did this to you. How do you think he'd feel? Fool. He's going to laugh at you. He may even already know. The toy of the family. You think you've flee'd Hel's grasp, but you've merely been tossed into the hands of her father. PATHETIC. 

"..." 

He smiled softly.

[aesfiore-blog]

✧     “... You’re not a part of this War? What are you doing here? Who are you?”

@loketratan.

[blessedisdeath]

loketratan replied to your post: [text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire....

[ text: makara ] you and i lit a bathtub on fire. not just me. now, whos bathtub it was is irrelevant, and you’ll find out soon enough.

[ text: firecracker ] ...........I did what now. what the hell did you give me to drink???

[gulldrengur]

loketratan 

-dramatic gasp- ooooooooh

 “He’s a kid, you’re an adult --- don’t tempt your luck”

[reankouarchive]

@loketratan from here.

For the first time since Edward could remember, he spoke without filter. For just a second of brief time, his words were not a tactical machination designed and plucked with careful thought as icebergs to thoughts underneath. He had fallen for the illusion that he was untouchable by the hands of Loke. What a foolish notion.

Tendrils of red bloomed weightlessly in marvelous plumes surrounding a physique that seemed to rise to the heavens. Burning holes made of the sun’s core and a razor sharp smirk leered down at the maggot at its feet being crushed into the floorboards. Above him raised the figure not of a man, but of a God.

There was only one other being in this entire existence who had made him feel such a way. Hela, the goddess of Death. The one who carved him to pieces. A hollowed out decoration of All Saint’s Eve who was repurposed to do none more than watch and take. His heart hammered against his ribcage furiously. Lungs were already straining for breath. The threat of their puncture was immanent. Fingers gripped the boot set into his torso as though it would so much of anything. Relieve it. Move it. Unsteady gasps set from his lips until the moment a line came to draw upon his throat by a perfectly steady blade.

White burned into his hazy vision. Heat burned his ears and lit through his brain. Lips parted. Tremors flushed through his body. His skin flushed porcelain white.

“Please don’t...”

[masshirohebi-moved]

@loketratan / cont.

“Some call you a god,” he hums, watching as the other simply moves through the door as if it were incorporeal, golden eyes full of their own mischief as the viper watches the taller being pass, “but then, gods are simply those too incomprehensible for inferior minds.” Sweetheart. The name rings softly in the air, but the serpent finds little offense. If anything, the endearment is amusing. It’s fun to be underestimated every once in a while, to have to remind everyone that a mind as cunning and sharp as the porcelain skinned one is to be feared, despite his small and svelte form giving off a weaker appearance. The viper slips through the door, circling the other as a wolf might prey, “so, are you as powerful as the rumours say?”

[helreigns]

PRIAPUS.    ‘ They said you were a dick     and I happen to know all about dick. . .                        You ? Not so much. ‘ 

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[warhcwl]

ORRIE UR SUCH A SWEET PERSON AND I LOVE SHARING PHOTOS OF NATURE WITH U AND TALKING ABOUT ANYTHING WITH U. UR A 10/10 COOKIE. also every character you play you write so well. i tell the difference between each muse, youre a joy on my dash

|| Anonymously send me your opinion of me and my roleplaying and I won’t say a word. I won’t respond at all.

[blessedisdeath]

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

texts from last night! meme || accepting@loketratan

[ text: firecracker ] I hope that’s an ‘our’ meaning your bathtub. Not mine. How do you even light a bathtub on fire? They’re porcelain....

[reankouarchive]

Murderer

PUT “MURDERER!” IN MY ASK BOX AND A I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER TO WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER KILLING YOURS.

My muse slices yours’ throat then brutally mutilates them.

The madness ate as his mind like a corrosive acid. Tendrils of another surface of self dug in deep, having its way. He saw not a lover-his dearest lover-before him and his steps brought him closer. No, he saw anything but. He saw Hel. He saw Death. He saw that nasty Queen. He saw a victim. A nobody. Another body for the knife. Forgive him, he had said. Forgive him? Nooooooooo. No. No. No. It wasn't going to be that easy. Never that easy. Not after all these years, the otherness commanded, oh dearest Father of Hela. Not after everything. 

Edward’s step crossed one over the other as he approached the God. Eagerness bloomed beneath his skin, setting him alight in the flames of genuine desire. The leather of his boots creaked only slightly against the jingling of his buckles. Spindly fingers rose to him then. Rose to grab his face. To kiss. It was a lie. An arc of red blossomed from the flourish of his arm. Out of his robes slipped a serrated blade, dripping in God’s blood. He held onto his precious item tightly. Delightfully. A wicked grin cut across his face like shattered glass. 

“Oh! Do forgive me, my love!”

A vicious, shrill cackle burst from his throat like gun powder. It was horrific, really, how much delight he’d found in seeing that river of blood cascade from Loke’s throat. Edward’s hand came to touch it, but it was not kindly. A fist gripped it as they toppled to the floor. It never occured to him the other was allowing all of this to happen. Thinking was beyond him when hysteria came out to play. If such a thought would enter his mind now, there would be no hindrance to it. For it didn’t matter at all.

Chartreuse eyes glimmered in delight, seeing and unseeing. Reveling. Absent. That hunting knife twirled in his left hand, poised. And down it went into Loke’s flesh. Again. And again. And again.

“Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive me!”

[helreginn]

loketratan

ingloriousreign

‘ ahh! son of a bi– penis! …that wasn’t better. ’

“ that was terrible, sweetheart.  it’s embarrassing, really.  just dont censor yourself at all, there’s no need for it. ”

“That’s easy for you to say! The weight of a realm is not balanced on your words.” 

[thuashdore]

        ❝  back  again,  huh?  what  was  it  you  called  me  last  time  --  Wiggles?  ❞  the  half  elf  couldn’t  help  but  to  crack  a  smile  at  the  figure.  truthfully,  she  knew  little  of  them.  what  she  did  know,  however,  was  that  he  was  at  least  good  company.  thus  she  was  more  than  happy  to  welcome  them  once  more  to  her  hearth.  she  gestured  to  the  fire,  offering  a  seat  if  they  so  wished  to  take  it.  as  she  did  so,  she  asked:

        ❝  what  brings  you  here?  ❞

@loketratan  //  sc.