#northernforces

[ofangelsanddemigods]

Looking for something

[goddessoffidelityy]

@northernforces​ || liked for a starter

Sigyn hummed softly as sat in the meadows just outside the city, making flower crowns for no particular reason at all other than just feeling like it. However, she could feel someone watching her, and she knew exactly who it was. “Loki, I know you’re there,” The goddess called out in a sing-songy voice which was then followed by a soft chuckle. That man could never fool her. “Come sit with me.” 

[shireentheunburnt]

A Deity Comes to Winterfell

It was in the depths of night that Shireen found herself wandering the halls of Winterfell. It was strange to think that her father had strove do determinedly to take this place, to the point that he would have given her life up for it. In the end, a prophecy and desire for power had outweighed Stannis’ better nature and, somehow, the princess was going to have to come to terms with that. And, she would have to do it without burdening her mother too much. The older woman was frail as it was, with a constitution further weakened by the harshness of winter and the pain in her heart from what had come to pass of late. Ser Davos, too, while a more than worthy confidant, could only be burdened so much. Shireen had no wish to worsen the Onion Knight’s guilt for unknowingly leaving her to the pyre...

Thus, the young girl found herself at times to be quite alone.

Clutching her stag protectively to her with both hands, seeking comfort from the poor, charred little thing, Shireen pressed deeper into the castle and further from the more brightly lit areas. The light could be... uncomfortable for her to look at. Finding a particularly dark corner, she sat for a while to rest her feet, rocking herself back and forth lightly in a bid to soothe herself. 

She was unaware she was crying until a few tears pattered down upon her damaged toy. Hunching up around it, curling into a ball against the cold stone behind her, the child sobbed as softly as she could to herself. She didn’t want to disturb anyone, though it appeared she had not succeeded in such a hope...   

@northernforces

[bombmate]

Jamie was sitting on the riverbank making a scrap sculpture out of some used pieces of metal. It was his favorite hobby, it calmed him down on turbulent days and put his mind at ease. What he didn't expect was to draw the attention of a stranger to him. He looked out from under the hoodie that covered part of his face. The blonde looked suspiciously at the man who had commented on his sculpture. It was already ready at that point. He looked down at the little metal horse he had built.

"Huh this? It's just a scrap carving no big deal. I just do it to distract myself. I don't know what to admire about it..." Jamie stood up and handed the small carving to the mysterious stranger.

"You can have that if you want. My name is Jamie by the way. Nice to meet ya. Weirdo strange." He chuckles putting his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

open to anyone

“I didn’t mean to stare. I was just passing by and noticed you, and then... you’re quite passionate about this, I can see that... and I admire this passion. That was what drew me in. I will go if you wish.”

Thor has only stopped his goat chariot to rest awhile, and he has not at all expected a stranger would draw his attention towards themselves. As long as they did not minded him watching them, he was going to be content to just go on his way – or perhaps talk about whatever they were doing, if they felt like it.

[theamazingloki]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

○    name: “Eurybia”

○    pronouns: She/Her

○    preference of communication: Tumblr IM’s, Discord by request

○    name of muse(s): Loki of Asgard

○    platforms you’ve used: Tumblr

○    best experience: The friends made through RP; the night I got drunk and had Loki answer all asks in iambic pentameter

○    rp pet peeves / deal breakers: People who beg for attention... and then ignore attempts to write with them; duplicate drama;  duplicate drama;  duplicate drama

○    fluff, angst, or smut: Yes, YES, and sometimes

○    plots or memes: Gonna be a wild card here and say open starters

○    best time to write: Evenings

○    are you like your muse(s): Weird and fabulous? Oh yes! Untrustworthy and the original chaos child? I hope not!

tagged by: @goddessoffidelityy

tagging: @dr-foster, @cruzingxxbyxxx, @valkxrie, @godofthuner, @shefatales, @northernforces, @thebrazenandbold

[rottenfantasy]

ragtag crew with nothing to lose.

indie medium/high activity roleplay blog for original fantasy characters including

a family of artificial angels and demons

2 magical artists – a tattooist and a metal singer

two ghost-hunting musicians

2 timetravellers-turned-pirates

a vampire doctor

a librarian (and part-time sleuth)

a ski instructor

a necromancer haunted books seller

the tattooist rigmor (and her musician boyfriend kieran) is the main character of my novel livsstrid!

kamael and his family of angels, as well as ghosthunting musician hella, belong to a novel called celestial.

fíann and ríane are the protagonists of a novella, forward/backward.

feel free to request access to any of my stories if you feel like reading them! i do not wish to post them online as i have decided i might want to get them published someday; i do appreciate any interest in them lots and lots however. <3

a multiverse, multiship multimuse blog!

carrd | rules | verses | memes for quick interaction | ask | open starters | interest checker

ps. i also sometimes rp as loki, thor, odin, freyja and frigg (@northernforces) as well as kim and shego (@impossible-possible)!

[redemptioninchaos]

@northernforces

black friday loki

[theashen-fox]

X @northernforces

The grey-haired vampire, blood still dripping from his mouth, gazed down at the now-desiccated remains his victim. The taste of his former friend’s blood lingered on his tongue, but he didn't care. “You’re right,” he agreed with the shapeshifter. “And seeing his memories after consuming him, I understand why he hated us. A vampire turned his wife and daughter into his thralls and he had to kill them.” He looked down, a troubled expression creeping over his face. “But why did he bother pretending to be my friend? Why try to kill innocent vampires?” He said this last bit more to himself.

[buildabuddha]

@northernforces​ | starter

there is an odd melody to thunderstorms; the repetitive patter of rain on the metal roof, with the claps of thunder to break the monotony.

under the shelter of an old bus stop, he had ample oppurtunity to take in teh environment that grew still in the rain.

which is why the figure walking past, large, calm and hooded, caught his attention.

「 ༀ - good afternoon sir. 」

[wildcxrds]

continued from here | @northernforces​

“Snap?”

Alliecat was, admittedly, a bit nervous about the storms. Something that’s carried over from her childhood, the thundering and flash of lightning always made her fairly skittish, doubled by the power flickering had her a bit on edge.

But Thor’s offer for the game, and soon after the explanation on how the game worked, caught her attention away from the windows, garnering a curious tilt of her head. She perked a little, and half-covered her mouth as she softly giggled in amusement from his pun.

“I’m totally game.” She shifted to sit more properly across from him, sitting so that her back was to the window. She was appreciative for the distraction, and though there was still a tinge of nervousness in her amber colored eyes, she smiled and held her hand out to receive her set of cards. “Deal me in, coach!”

[griim]

@northernforces​ asked; ✏️✏️✏️✏️✏️

THANK YOU RIGHT BACK AT YOU! 

[lokadottr]

❣️

aaaah thank you so much! i'm really enjoying our thread and can't wait to write more!

send "❣️" if you think my muse is well written!

[cybernexus]

Still on the ground, Raj was now much closer and easier to see. Even someone not from Earth could tell that his design was rather sophisticated - his body was composed of tightly coiled muscle fibers made of flexible metal. Curiously, they were not covered by artificial skin, nor did he wear clothing. Rather he instead had pieces of armor adorning his body, and a tail for balance. However, that tail - plus the chip in his head that augmented his balance - was not doing a damn thing to help him now that he had drank himself into oblivion.

"I don't think I did," slurred Raj, looking up at the guy in front of him. To him the statement was true, however he had really done a number on his system by drinking so much alcohol - he was in fact dangerously close to alcohol poisoning; he just didn't realize it.

He attempted to reach out and grab Thor's hand with his own, but he had double - no, triple - vision, and was having a hard time telling which hand was the real one, missing every time. He made a few exasperated noises as he pawed uselessly at the air.

OPEN - Raj

Cities in the wee hours of the night, particularly between midnight and 5am, were an interesting place. Don’t mind Raj - or do, take your pick - he was just sitting on the edge of a relatively short building, drinking what was presumably hard alcohol out of a bottle that he hadn’t bothered to hide. He looked like he had a horrible center of balance, but was doing a decent enough job staying up right - for now. He took a swig, and then another, and then another, until the whole bottle was gone. He made a disgusted noise and shook his head viscerally, as though it would get rid of the aftertaste. The cyborg went to set the liquor bottle down next to him, but sadly misjudged the distance, and the glass bottle fell all 20 feet or so down to the pavement and shattered.

“Whoops,” came his slurred voice, despite only having said one word. His head couldn’t seem to find one particular place to sit, constantly moving around but observing nothing.

[sigynoffidelity]

Myth logyn

For @icancorruptyou @northernforces my myth Lokis ♥️

[redemptioninchaos]

@northernforces continued from here

The tabaxi simply sat there, trying to warm up, when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. That same pair of eyes started approaching him, and he turned to the woman when she got close.

It was a waitress, a dainty dark elf with a rehearsed smile and greeting: “Hi! Welcome to Millstone. What can I get started for you?”

Still shivering, the tabaxi looked at her and uttered, “J-jest...gimme the soup a’ the day or somethin’...” The waitress did nothing wrong, but his tone came out a bit curt. He didn’t even mean to be so curt, but the blast of winter had caught him completely off guard earlier. He figured a soup would have been a quick way to get warm.

He felt another pair of eyes on him, cautiously turning toward them. A human woman with striking red hair seemed almost intrigued about him just being there. Had she not seen tabaxi before? It was hard to tell. He didn’t feel threatened by her gaze, however, and he would have been the first to nervously look away from the other. The last thing he wanted was undue attention.

[mistercawcaw]

northernforces​:

“Oh, does it? Be careful saying things like those. I can become desperate for anything, and for more than one thing, too.” Loki hadn’t met many demons in his life – but this one was fascinating. Almost to an extent where that could drive the trickster insane hanging around him. Oh, the demon had this ability, he was sure of that. Good thing Loki’s sanity still depended on no one but himself. Still. Right? “I am happy to hear you enjoy my company though. The feeling is mutual. And it’s been a while since someone told me jokes. Usually I am the one who does this.”

Though there was still tension in his back, the trickster’s shoulders were relaxed, and, compared to the first few minutes spent in Raven’s presence, he let himself be circled without turning at every second to keep his eyes on the demon. “Gods are often liars, you see. And I’m not even saying this because of what I have done. I too have been lied to, and even a liar like me has fallen for false promises.” His gaze became softer at the sight of the wings. “Your wings look lovely, though. That I cannot lie about.”

He could say those words about Raven himself – but Raven was faster, and, all of a sudden, Loki’s chin was in his hand, and Loki was losing himself in his eyes. His heart started beating faster. “Well, well. I would have assured you I’m listening, anyway, but if you wish to make perfectly sure…” He let his words trail away, listening, then a smirk spilled over his face like honey spills over toast. All at once, tasting the sweetest “And what do you desire?” he asked, his hand lifting to clasp gently over Raven’s. “I may be able to give it to you.”

For a few moments, for some inexplicable reason, Raven locks his eyes with the God of chaos. His body feels a shiver when he feels that simple touch in his hand. And that answer woke something inside his body. Desire. He was hungrier than he realized. But he wasn't going to lose control there. Besides, he needed Loki alive and well. A contract after so long would do him good.

"I don't want your soul if you think so anyway. I want the life energy that emanates from it. It's my food source. But because of my curse I can only feed myself if it's with your consent. So in the end, I am more a slave to you than you just a bag of food to me. You both need each other. You need company and I need food to survive. That's a fair deal don't you think?"

Gently and slowly, Raven pulls back and finally lets go of Loki's face. More afraid of the very feelings that small act provoked within him than stayed close to God. On the contrary, a strange desire was awakening inside him. And Loki was the cause of it.