My skin has been shed

Areta / Verena / Loki.

[weltenwellen]

Hieu Nguyen, from “Nguyễn”, Not Here

[exsanguisdraconis]

So maybe it’s this cold from hell making me loopy but I was looking up gifs to see if I was right about MCU Bobbi’s fighting style like I told @agentharrisonofshield​ and I have officially found the most unnecessary and hilarious gif I’ve ever seen come out of a Marvel fight seen.

[exsanguisdraconis]

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜ (for Lok)

"I wonder---what inspires such poor opinions of yourself?" He asked, looking up from his book for the first time in an hour. Last he'd checked, she had been nose first in a zoological text about draugar. They'd been having an intermittent, halfhearted conversation for the better part of the morning, and Loki's focus hadn't ever really left the book in his hand until he heard her say that.

He could remember a time in his life when he might have said the same thing about Thor. Though he'd have greatly resented it and Vivian sounded completely neutral. The problem was for all his memories of self loathing and inadequacy, he could never quite grasp the emotion behind them. It had driven him for so long and to such impossible extremes and now it was just---gone. He no longer resented the blue skin of his unmagicked form, no longer fretted over his place in the world and scorned the inevitability of his end. That all felt far away and fuzzy. He could not truly understand Vivian's position as a dragon the way he could have before.

But he'd have been too spiteful to have even tried before.

His book shut with a sharper snap than he'd intended, and he realized he was irritated with her. With a flourish of his fingers, he book was abruptly shut too, and she had nothing else to look at but him.

His tongue, however, felt like lead in his mouth. He was well aware that he was glaring at her, and also that she didn't necessarily deserve such scorn. It was unlikely that she'd meant to corner him like this.

"You could never be so lucky as to require a replacement." He said, his tone as hard and unshakable as stone. It wasn't what he'd wanted to say, and it likely lacked the comfort he'd meant for it to provide, but it betrayed his contentedness with her. His---strange affection and fascination for her. That would have to be enough.

[exsanguisdraconis]

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜ - Ver/Elisa

Verena tried very hard to tamp down their pride and vanity. Their knee-jerk reaction was offense. Who was to save them? As if they were weak and vulnerable and in need of saving? But the woman's tone lacked any perceivable trace of mockery.

"Most people would not even live to regret such a question." Verena grumbled halfheartedly. Their temper was controlled---but not necessarily appeased. The dragon sighed. "I suppose my sister would be the first to come to my side. She was the one who saved me from the fighting pits years ago. If not for her I'd be wallowing in a cave somewhere---half starved and out of my mind... or likely slaughtered and cut up for parts. If our combined efforts weren't enough to eliminate the threat, I imagine the council of elders would get involved."

Verena tilted their head to the side and considered Elisa. "Why do you ask?"

[agentharrisonofshield-deactivat]

nightprompts​:

&. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  enemies  to  lovers?  slow  burns?  say  no  more.  various  sentence  starters  for  all  your  hero  x  villain  ship  needs.  )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

❛ i warn you. i’ll break your heart. ❜

❛ i know you better than you know yourself. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ why am i so fascinated by you? ❜

❛ when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you. ❜

❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. ❜

❛ whatever you do. you’re still my family. ❜

❛ we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen. ❜

❛ how many times are we going to keep meeting like this? ❜

❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ truth is, i didn’t expect to get this attached to you. ❜

❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

❛ love me like my demons do. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ don’t do anything stupid until i get back. ❜

❛ you protect what you love. ❜

❛ my heart scares you and a gun doesn’t? ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜

❛ you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end. ❜

❛ all we do together is make love or fight. ❜

❛ i love the way your eyes light up when someone says ‘it might be dangerous’. ❜

❛ when is a monster not a monster? when you love it. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ you were right. you break everything you touch. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone. ❜

❛ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ ‘all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ then we fight. together. ❜

❛ oh, i’ve missed this! ❜

❛ i know you. you’re me. ❜

❛ i’ve seen who you are under the mask. ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’d do if they hurt you. and that terrifies me. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t need someone like you. the world needs you. ❜

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

❛ you were fighting to survive. i was fighting to win. ❜

❛ i wasn’t a person to you, i was a weapon, and you needed me to work. ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were different between us. ❜

❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

❛ if i told you about the darkness within me, would you still look at me as you are right now? ❜

[exsanguisdraconis]

agentharrisonofshield​:

Her jaw clenched tight, shoulders raised as if ready to ward off a blow, body taut with tension - not so tense she’s vibrating from it, no, nothing so enthusiastic as that - but unnaturally still.  Eyes wary, focused, the rare seed of true fear in those dark depths.  Vivian was poised on the precipice of movement; a deer sighting a predator in the distance, unsure if she’s hidden enough to be safe or if she needs to flee.

She hates him.

She hates him because she’s scared, real and truly scared, for the first time ever since Loki opened that filthy fetid cage, and instead of mocking her, instead of using this as a moment to torment her, instead of using it against her, he’s… being kind.  

And as much as Vivian didn’t trust Loki to turn around and use any offer of help she accepted against her at some later point, as sure as she was that this was just another game of his, another way to put her in her place, another way to remind her she was his - his possession - the fear she felt at setting foot back outside his chamber doors without his protection had her frozen.

The tears came out of nowhere, hot on her cheeks, and she loathed herself for showing even more weakness in front of Loki.  Trapped behind a rock and a hard place, and unable to guess which would be the less dangerous - less humiliating - route.

In the end, the idea of never setting foot outside these rooms without him there with her, locked in like the pet he called her, met the harsh realization that she couldn’t sink any lower in Loki’s estimation.  He was going to see her as his pet whether she liked it or not - and so was every other person on Asgard.  She’d never be safe her.  Not when a child was stronger than her.  It galled her - it was a physical pain - to admit she couldn’t protect herself, and the realization of what she was going to say drew out a few more tears.

Her voice was shaking, breaths coming unevenly, but she made herself meet his eyes when she asked, “What’s the catch?”

Loki had never been good with sincerity. Even as a boy, when Frigga reached out to comfort him, his first instinct had always been to respond with a scathing comment or brush it away with sarcasm. She had been patient in ways he had never understood. Because his patience was a hard, cold thing. His patience was unfeeling and calculating---like a shard of ice carefully carved into a dagger that would one day fell his enemy. Frigga’s patience had been soft, absorbent, and boundless. She had been able to absorb his quick barbs and wait out his sardonic quips. He could have no more wounded her by turning his knife than he could have the ocean. For years he had observed her, envied her, for such indestructability... but he had never mastered it himself. It was rather astonishing he even realized the delicacy of the situation before tears began to roll down Vivian’s cheeks.  

Did she want him to comfort her? He didn’t know how. Embrace her? Perhaps, but he doubted that would earn him anything other than a punch to the nose. And she was not the type to be swayed by platitudes. 

“You’re not likely to relish my answer.” He looked away from her, out the window to the splendid golden city. “There was a time when your suspicions would have been warranted, but I’m not a Jotun nor an Asgardian. Not even properly a man anymore. I no longer feel things the same way I did in my former life. Maybe it’s instinct, maybe just perception. But to answer your question, there is no catch. Possession and affection are inexplicably intertwined for a dragon, and you belong to me. Hate me for that if you will, pet, but it can do nothing to change the fact that I would burn a noble house to ash and laugh in the face of their torment if even one of them entertained the idea of harming you. An insult, a threat, even a thought, and I would inflict on them punishments worse than death.”

He stepped closer to her then, the light from the window behind him casting a shadow that made him look impossibly tall. His hand lifted to her chin and hovered there, but did not touch her. “I am a dragon and a king and I will tolerate no offense to what is mine.”

[exsanguisdraconis]

destruqtivist​:

@exsanguisdraconis​ (for areta!)

Every few decades when he could push himself to be hopeful about his situation again he went out exploring for answers. The issues with what he was mostly resided in the fact he knew no one else like him - his powers fully unable to be excessed without using another person as a halfway point which ultimately led to their deaths when his powers overcame them. It left Arwan frustrated and guilt ridden as if he could have said no or warned them of the consequences of joining a pact with him. But he had long since learned people would do outrageously insane things for a bit of power. ❝ I guess you have been alive for much longer so.. I wondered if you ever saw someone like me. ❞ It’s not quite a question but it’s there in-between the words. ❝ I am looking for alternative ways to exist where I do not harm those who wish to utilized my powers. ❞

Areta tried not to look too interested in the rather remarkable creature seated on the opposite side of her desk. She had a terrible habit of losing sight of her manners in the face of fascination, and historically people responded poorly to being watched so closely---as if they were parts of a puzzle she was trying to solve rather than other thinking, feeling beings seeking her help. So she smiled politely and sipped her tea, occasionally exchanging a glance with her phoenix, who was clutching the bar of her perch and listening with an intensity that rivaled her own. Except Birch wasn’t making any attempt to be subtle.

“I haven’t, I’m afraid. You seem utterly---unique.” And that’s what makes you so delightfully interesting. She thought to herself. Areta drummed her nails on the open book in front of her on the desk as she thought. “If I were to hazard a guess I would say that you’re likely the result of an experimental summoning spell. It could explain why you have to access your abilities through other magical users. I’m assuming you’ve attempted to connect with beings more---durable than humans? If so, my first suggestion would be a binding spell to a creature that has no will, or if they do, lacks the ability to utilize it. I’m willing to assist you, if such a thing were of interest to you, however as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, any course of action will be experimental.”

[exsanguisdraconis]

So I'm going be honest I've been totally willing to let go how Josie and Finch's relationship is riddled with toxicity bc it's a tvd teen sequel and all the relationships are like that but I am actually kind of disgusted about Hope showing interest in women for the first time and it's quite literally predatory.

And we've known Hope is at least bi curious bc of comments she's made in the past about crushes on girls but the first time we see her acting interested in a girl is to literally feed off her and that's one of the most egregious things I've seen on this show. And if you tell me that scene wasn't meant to have sexual undertones you're being intentionally oblivious and I'm going to assume you're also biphobic.

[exsanguisdraconis]

@agentharrisonofshield​

“I hope I’m not being too forward.” Loki leaned her shoulder against the bookcase, watching her Vivian through eyes her pet would not recognize. “But Arne’s Introductory Guide to Medicinal Herbs and Poisonous Plants is a terribly dry read. Half the book is just him talking about himself. We all know how men love to do that.”

She let out a soft, musical laugh and looked past Vivian, down the endless rows of shelves. “I’m a bit of an herbalist myself. I could make several recommendations that would be more interesting. Or, if you prefer a more hands-on introduction, I’d be happy to show you my garden.”

[exsanguisdraconis]

xkaotiskx​:

Aislinn could come up with a few good reasons as to why he was here. Though good reasons and Loki was not a sentence she was sure… anyone would ever actually say. She cocked her head as she regarded him and frowned slightly as she studied him. Aislinn hadn’t gotten up close and personal with him when he’d come down to Earth the first time. But there was something… off about him. In a way she couldn’t quite place what the hell it was. Something was different. And she didn’t for one second believe it was for a good reason. She shared a look with Maria sne she could see the wheels turning in the other woman’s head. Loki showing up like this after two years after his attempting conquering set them all on edge. Rightfully so. But him talking about marriage of all things had thrown them off. 

And if SHIELD Agents hated one thing. It was things not going how they expected.

“Well you would be wrong it is still practiced by some people.” Aislinn retorted as she looked at him pursing her lips slightly as she studied him. 

“Oh yes great honor in marrying the man that killed 83 people and tried to take over our world.” Maria said with just a hint of sneer on her face as she looked at him. 

“How exactly does a fake marriage prove that?” Aislinn asked with a snort shaking her head as she folded her arms over her chest as she studied him. 

This was setting the hairs on the back of her neck off again and again.

Maria gripped her arm and pressed her lips right to her ear and whispered. “We can’t allow him to just marry some poor woman. If this is the only option it needs to be an Agent.” 

Aislinn of course knew she was right. A normal human woman being married to Loki would be disatorous. Not that she could imagine many Agents just lining up for that… honor. She frowned slightly as she considered the best possible option here for all parties. “Fine I’ll marry you.” 

It wasn’t his best plan. In fact, it wasn’t even his best drunken plan. Just one he’d been drunk enough to spout out at the most inopportune time. Now his choices were to prove himself the liar so many suspected he already was or take a half-formed, completely nonsensical, drunken scheme and make it into a reality. Humans didn’t live too long. He could tolerate one for a handful of years, keep them busy with work far away and spoiled in a separate wing of the palace until they grew old and withered away. An irritating consequence, but one not nearly as deadly as losing the trust of Asgard before he made good on his promises to the dragons.

“Eighty-three feels like a rather low estimation.” He said, frowning distractedly. Surely more people had died in his thwarted attempt at global conquest. God if any of the other dragons had have heard that they’d have laughed hard enough to crack open the Earth’s crust. He didn’t like to think of himself as a murderer, and he certainly didn’t take any pride in his previous dealings with the mortals, but eighty-three deaths in an attempt to garner global supremacy was embarrassing. No. She had to be incorrect. That was the more logical explanation. Mortals weren’t very intelligent, and last he’d seen they didn’t even bother to educate women.

He watched them cluck amongst themselves, irritated and half distracted. So much so that when the hard-eyed blonde fixed him with her unwavering gaze and made her proclamation, he let out a low, rich laugh.

“A rather bold proclamation, wouldn’t you say? Considering I don’t remember offering.” He said with a sharp grin and a devilish glint to his eye. It would have been easier to just accept the offer. He just needed a willing body, and this one even had a pretty face. But he couldn’t resist his urge to goad her first. “If this is your idea of wooing me, I’m terribly underwhelmed.”

[exsanguisdraconis]

❛  you  quite  literally  started  this .  ❜ (for Loki)

"I've not time nor patience for such childish arguments, pet. But if you would like for me to finish it, I would happily oblige."

[exsanguisdraconis]

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[arkhitektorarch]

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚆𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚆 [ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙼 ] 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴.

contains spoilers.   trigger warnings:   mentions of guns, death, pain, wounds

“  get up. you’re okay.  ”

“  your pain only makes you stronger.  ”

“  i don’t wanna go.  ”

“  you remember when i told you that one day we would have that big adventure? well, today’s the day.  ”

“  [  insert name  ], you’ve got blood on you.  ”

“  please, please, i beg you. no more undercover work.  ”

“  never let them take your heart.  ”

“  you’re gonna need to hand me that gun.  ”

“  you’re embarrassing yourself. it looks desperate.  ”

“  i wouldn’t worry about me.  ”

“  you’re in my bed.  ”

“  [ …] got passports, entry visas, a couple of local drivers licenses… mix and match. you should be able to stretch it to twenty or so identities.  ”

“  i’m actually better on my own.  ”

“  you can tell me, you know. that’s the way the whole friends thing works.  ”

“  i know you’re out there.  ”

“  so, we gonna talk like grown ups?  ”

“  put it down before i make you.  ”

“  i’m not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell me what that is.  ”

“  i don’t wanna be here. i’m on the run. you could’ve gotten me killed.  ”

“  you don’t actually believe that, do you?  ”

“  if you’re so sure, then, tell me what happened.  ”

“  don’t move. you’re hurt. let me help you.  ”

“  do you believe me now?  ”

“ so, you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?  ”

“  you got a plan or shall i just stay duck-and-cover?  ”

“  that’s a shit plan.  ”

“  great plan. i love the part where i almost bled to death.  ”

“  the truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.  ”

“  where did you think i was all this time?  ”

“  i was trying to actually do something good.  ”

“  what is your story?  ”

“  i never let myself be alone long enough to think about it.  ”

“  you’re going to give me some big hero speech, i can feel it.  ”

“  that sounds like a shitload of work.  ”

“  the point is, i’ve never had control over my own life before, and now i do.  ”

“  i like your vest.  ”

“  i thought you were supposed to be the best. like a real pro.  ”

“  i take exception to impugning my professionalism.  ”

“  you are sensitive.  ”

“  you’re a very annoying individual.  ”

“  are you calling me a liar,  [  insert name  ],  huh?  ”

“  just don’t make a scene.  ”

“  we’re both doing a really good job.  ”

“  this would be a cool way to die.  ”

“  you don’t have to get so clinical and nasty.  ”

“  it means so much to me that you came back for me.  ”

“ whoa, look at you, huh. all business.  ”

“  you cannot kill a fox that swift.  ”

“  i swear, if i hear one more word from him, i will kick him in the face.  ”

“  let’s have a drink.  ”

“  hey, no funny business.  ”

“  you’re just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage.  ”

“  please don’t do that.  ”

“  finding  [  insert name  ]  is not a fantasy. it’s unfinished business.  ”

“  okay, you’ve made your point. that’s enough.  ”

“  now you go back, back home where it’s safe.  ”

“  shut up! you are an idiot.  ”

“  in my heart, i am simple man.  ”

“  that wasn’t real. who cares?  ”

“  don’t say that. please, don’t say that. it was real. it was real to me.  ”

“  the best part of my life was fake.  ”

“  and those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe? that was me.  ”

“  i came in here because i didn’t want to talk.  ”

“  i wish i could believe that you cared.  ”

“  i’ve always found it best not to look into the past.  ”

“  those walls are all i know.  ”

“  i was never given a choice.  ”

“  tell me, how did you keep your heart?  ”

“  what you taught me kept me alive.  ”

“  there is a reason why i’m telling you this, okay? trust me.  ”

“  you have done nothing but tell me how bored you were. i was the chore, the job you didn’t want to do. to me? to me, you were everything.  ”

“  my god. look at you.  ”

“  this is a much less cool way to die.  ”

“  now, now. don’t go breaking my new toy.  ”

“  i need you to know that i’m sorry.  ”

“  you know, i thought i was being very brave. possibly the bravest. but i wasn’t being brave. i was coward.  ”

“  you couldn’t have told me sooner?  ”

“  don’t throw a fit.  ”

“  you are aware that you’re still a global fugitive, yes?  ”

“  is this your haunted past?  ”

“  i want to break something.  ”

“  so, what now? you’re gonna fold me into your pathetic little puppeteer act?  ”

“  when was the last time that you had a conversation with somebody that wasn’t forced to talk to you?  ”

“  you didn’t fight in the shadows. you hid in the dark.  ”

“  real power comes from undetectable influence.  ”

“  if i don’t tell you when to stop, then how will you know when to shut up?  ”

“  come on. think i can’t take a punch?  ”

“  you seem desperate to impress me.  ”

“  oh, you find this amusing?  ”

“  i don’t wanna hurt you. you don’t wanna hurt me.  ”

“  that looks like it hurts. okay. i take out on three. ready?  ”

“  you get to make your own choices now.  ”

“  we gotta get out of here.  ”

“  i know you’re still in there and i’m not gonna leave you, okay?  ”

“  this was fun!  ”

“  i should’ve come back for you.  ”

“  you don’t have to say that.  ”

“  you got something to say?  ”

“  we can’t split up! you’re so pigheaded.  ”

“  okay, well, if you’re leaving, i guess you should take this. i know how much you like it.  ”

“  hey, you take care of yourself, okay?  ”

“  see what i can get you with a bit of time and money?  ”

“  go on, say it. i wanna hear it. it would really be good for me to hear it. really.  ”

“  i’ve got your next target. i thought i’d hand deliver it.  ”

[wordfather]

things are going to be difficult. But you

[rascalbot]

are going to be difficulter

[wordfather]

thats the spirit!!!!! be a problem to your problems!!!!!!!!! mark your territory! !!!!!!!

[exsanguisdraconis]

@biohczard

Verena had never considered the troubles and trails of raising a child when they had plucked the squalling baby from the scattered debris of a mortal flying machine. Their memories of raising their own children were---scattered on the best of days, and they tried not to think back to them. It always caused pain. It always sparked the one memory that was clear as day. Verena could remember the glassy eyes and horrified wails of their eldest, and the confused cries of the two young ones as they handed them off to the maid and were rushed down a back hallway. And then the next thing they could recall was the ritual, enduring unspeakable pain, being forced to become something new, treated like an animal, with only one thought circling in their mind: at least they had spared their children such pain.

But practical memories about raising them, dealing with conflict, teaching them right from wrong, those were lost to time. Rose had only been with them for a short time, and Verena had done the best that they could, which had been fairly easy when she was just a baby. Babies cried, and you fed them or rocked them or changed them. Simple. When she started to toddle things got a little harder. For starters, Verena had to relocate vast amounts of treasure to different parts of the temple because, as it turned out, toddlers had a taste for small, glittering coins that could rival a rock troll. And then the magic had made itself clear. The girl was aging too fast, and she could effect people in strange ways, even make little creatures out of the mud and give them life.

The other dragons were helping where they could, but Rose’s magic grew more powerful just as rapidly as she grew older. It concerned Verena. 

“Do you---want to talk about the incident that happened with the elves today?” They asked. In dragon form, Verena’s face could reveal very little, but they had shrank themselves down so that they nearly Rose’s size, and they laid down beside her in a gesture that suggested vulnerability and openness, rather than stern authority.

[exsanguisdraconis]

rulesxunbroken​:

It was difficult, drifting from place to place. She couldn’t stay in one place for too long or someone may ask too many questions. It was difficult, explaining to mortals that she wasn’t from this time. That she wasn’t some strange woman in her late forties- that she was, in fact, hundreds of years old. In New York, that would have flown, but not here in Texas. Agatha needed a change of pace; that was why she found herself in an entirely new location. She was transported without a specific place in mind- it was much more fun when she didn’t know where she was going.

She was mystified immediately as she spotted a mansion on the top of the hill. The old witch had never been good at keeping to herself– she was as nosy as nosy was, and she just couldn’t help herself when it came to exploring. It seemed as if no one was at home and it wasn’t very difficult to let herself in. All things were possible with magic. She phased through the door expertly and let out a gasp once inside.

It was beautiful. Adorned in a way that spoke to the old witch’s aesthetic. Her heels clacked against beautiful hardwood as she reached out to stroke the statues. This place felt abandoned as Agatha felt no lingering presence. Perhaps she could hole up here for a couple of months until she truly figured out where she was going to go next.

Something at the end of the hall called out to her, and Agatha’s legs were moving with a mind of her own. She pushed a ginormous wooden door open and she stepped into what looked like some sort of a study. At the far side of the room, something glinted and winked to her and the witch drew closer. “A portal?” She whispered to herself. She reached out and within a blink of an eye, the portal had pulled her in without warning. “Oh shi–”

And she was gone– soon being spit out on the other side. She smacked into something… or someone and she was certain that she would feel this in the morning, but right now, there was too much adrenaline pumping through her. “Not a thief!” Agatha groaned and she shook her head.

Once she realized that she was on top of someone, she shuffled off very quickly. “Sorry–” She said a bit cheekily, eyes sheepish. “What a whirlwind that was.”

The sorceress gripped the magic around her and twisted it. Hard. The result being that her body dissolved into a flurry of golden particles that dispersed and then contracted upon themselves once more, and then she was solid again. Her arms were folded over her chest, and her jaw was set in anger as she stared at her intruder with the expectant glare of a school mistress about to give a child the chiding of a lifetime. 

The intruder had righted herself and at least had the decency to shuffle away a few paces, which gave Areta the chance to assess her properly. The woman was taller than her, but that wasn’t saying very much when she could only reach five feet in a pair of heels. She was human, by the smell of her, and looked as if she were somewhere in her thirties, though the strong magical aura coming off of her suggested that she could likely appear to be whatever age she pleased. Abnormally strong. For a human, at least. Areta frowned. 

“I’m not inclined to take you at your word.” She said with a tone like iron, “Seeing as the only possible way you’d have gotten access to that portal is through my home. Which means you’ve broken in to two of my homes now, and more importantly, disturbed me in the middle of some very important research.”

Areta waved a hand and the scattered papers and books that had fallen from her desk floated up and back into place with a sense of pain-staking perfection. She wasn’t a violent creature by any stretch of the imagination, but she did have the temper of the dragon that had bore her into her second life. Luckily for this woman, that temper was wielded by the proper Lady that her human mother had taught her to be years before. Which meant for all her huffing and puffing, the likelihood of a stranger getting turned to ash in the middle of her library was pretty low. Mostly because it would make an awful mess.

“Do you see what you’ve done?” She pointed a finger to the little black spot where the portal had misfired on the rug below. “This rug is over a thousand years old, crafted by an elven seamstress who wove jewel fragments into the fiber by hand and gifted it to Bazyli--who is likely rolling over in his grave at the moment. That’s the problem with you young mortals: you don’t think about the consequences of your actions. What if that had been one of my books? What if you’d have set fire to my library?”

She motioned around the cave. They were on a large circular platform over a fat, lazily flowing river, and on either side of the river, endless rows of shelves as tall as skyscrapers reached up and out in every direction as far as the eye could see. Books of all sizes, in all manner of foreign texts, with halls lined with wooden walkways that were wide enough that a truly enormous beast could have walked down them unhindered. 

“Well I hope you’ve a good explanation for all this mess. Because I can only think of a couple of reasons someone would barge in like this, and neither of them are going to end well for you.”

[exsanguisdraconis]

o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ?

10﹕ is  there  a  piece  of  your  character’s  canon  that  you  refuse  to  accept ?

25﹕ who  is  an  author  whose  writing  inspires  your  own ?

27﹕ what  is  a  trend  within  the  rpc  that  you  would  consider  to  be  overrated ?

28﹕ what  is  a  turn - off  when  you’re  seeking  writing  partners ?

39﹕ what  would  you  say  is  the  best  faceclaim  decision  you’ve  ever  made ?

o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ?

I’m gonna be honest I rewrote this a few times bc I got too salty. In the end my big thing is like... I feel like people take everything to extreme and it’s kind of exhausting.

Like some people will take good concepts and just turn them into weird, rigid rules and honestly treat their partners really shitty.

Like dropping threads. Dropping threads, as a concept is fine because we all get busy or lose muse or just shit happens, right? But it’s taken to such a weird extreme where like it’s ok to drop anything at any time for no reason and no one can call you on it and the time and creative effort you’ve put into all the plotting and writing the starter means absolutely nothing because they’re not “obligated” to do anything for you. And I’m just going to say it: that’s shitty. And if anyone reading this feels that way... you’re shitty for acting like that. Yeah, in a social hobby you do have social obligations to the people you’re participating with. I can’t just stand out in a baseball field and take up a spot on the team while doing shit all because it’s just a game and I’m not obligated to do anything for anyone. I’m not saying you have to hit home runs 24/7, god knows I don’t, but you have to try. Communication, engagement in other ways (memes, chatting ooc, shit posting, maybe different threads), offering to write the next starter/come up with the next plot after dropping something, all those are ways you can just be a decent partner.

Reblog karma is another one. Great idea as a concept. No one wants to feel left out or have their notes clogged up, so it’s not great to make a constant habit of reblogging memes without sending any, but again, people gotta freak the fuck out and they never consider why someone might not reblog from the source. Maybe they don’t have the spoons to read through the whole meme and send shit, maybe the source isn’t easy to find. I used to reblog memes because I knew when I got on later to look at my blog or answer anything I’d gotten, I’d see who I reblogged it from and know where to send it to now that I was off mobile. 

It’d be one thing if the RPC was filled with children but the circles I’m in really aren’t. Everyone is at least in their mid 20s acting like this and it isn’t cute. 

I’ve gotten away from those types of people in my group of current partners. I feel like every person I write with understands like healthy balances and just being kind in general, but it’s very very frustrating to try and find new people to write with and read this shit in their rules.

10﹕ is  there  a  piece  of  your  character’s  canon  that  you  refuse  to  accept ?

There's a lot of Loki canon in the MCU that I'm just like "no fuck that." I'm sorry, unpopular opinion, I did not like Rag. Number one all the shit with the Grand Master was gross and I hated it. Number two, you can say Thor one is boring all you want, but it felt way more genuine. Everything in Rag was just a cookie cutter Marvel thing. And Loki in that movie is kind of ooc for me, though you can't tell because his personality shifts with every single iteration. Fenrir was disappointing, Hela's story was a whole mess, we didn't even see Jor??? Trash. Trash it all in my opinion. It has no bearing on my Loki. I know that my Loki is---out there, but I still feel like he stays very true to that original MCU version of him we see in Avengers/Thor and even in The Dark World.

25﹕ who  is  an  author  whose  writing  inspires  your  own ?

I really like Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

I not only love Gaiman's work, but I love his audiobooks where he reads his own work. You can just tell the passion and consideration he has for his work as he's reading and I love it.

Pratchett is mostly for his humor and style. It always makes me excited about fantasy and inspires me to examine the ways I write my own shit.

27﹕ what  is  a  trend  within  the  rpc  that  you  would  consider  to  be  overrated ?

Idk. I don’t really follow a lot of people that obsess over being trendy, so I think a lot of that cool kid shit misses me.

28﹕ what  is  a  turn - off  when  you’re  seeking  writing  partners ?

Kinda what I said in the first bit. I've gotten very good at finding those kinds of people before ever even following. Like if you have a laundry list of things ppl have to do before talking to you or like, you get pressed when someone you didn't follow back likes meme or a photo post that you just reblogged? Get the fuck out of here. 

39﹕ what  would  you  say  is  the  best  faceclaim  decision  you’ve  ever  made ?

Look it doesn’t pertain to this blog, but it took me forever to find a faceclaim I liked for Beck. I had a very specific vibe I was going for and needed someone expressive and playful and I really like Eliza Taylor for Beck. I’ve never looked back.

But I tell you I’m having just as hard of a time looking for one for Cherry on this account, and it’s one of the main reasons I don’t currently have her listed as a muse. That and idk she’d be the only dwarf on here, but she is directly connected to Ena. So playing her anywhere else feels weird. Anyway, to make a short story long if anyone wants to help me find fc ideas for Cherry hmu