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@ljuuga
im a depressed dirtbag so im having a hard time doing anything besides sleeping when I get off from work, hence the long (not very artistic) pauses between my activity. and yeah I will probably bring sweeney back too but it requires me to want to do more than just breathe like im supposed to as a human with a pulse. I really am sorry for the slowness which is more than it should be bc of work. just. yeah.
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watch me revive my mad sweeney because i’m !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! over the last ep
If anyone ever needs modern but old god energy... just listen to Eivør.
also its very tech-y so. new gods, feast on this lovely music too <3
‘ what are you trying to do, kill me? ’
( a meme I can’t find ) // I LOVE LUMICIDE OK? OK
The crackling of the fires around the golden hall snaps loudly as though it was bone free of skin and sinew cracking clean for the marrow to get sucked out of. The air itself gets devoured of its nutrients, and colors dull quick. The table is full and crowded, it is a gleeful day for the pantheon with the Hunt finished successfully and the halls filled with new stories from the gods and their kin. And Loki, who had vanished some from the public eye for a while, had crept out for this night and this night alone. However, it was a poor decision from the second he had put on his fur and left the comfort of his and Sigyn’s cave in the mountains. It became clear to him simply how poor of a choice it was when those words chimed from the god who he once had held such affection for, and now his heart only could feel bitterness beat out into his veins when Baldr spoke to him so.
It had been an honest mistake, not at all an act made in anger or desire to fight – Hel, he knew if he were to make a move at this table of any kind, the gods among him would rip him apart limb from limb and find creative ways of putting him back together so nothing would fit. He could still clearly feel the indents in the flesh around his mouth, touched with the tip of his tongue as he looked ahead where the god of Justice sat, brighter than Sól herself. The mistake was him, cleaning his teeth with his knife, letting it slip from his grasp in a quick moment – falling with tip of the blade pointing up towards golden eyes.
The fire crackles again, and time speeds back up after a moment, a vision rushing past his serpent eyes. He smiles, nothing but death and deceit to be found in the curl of his scarred lips, as he shakes his head no.
“Of course not, Prince. I could never.”
hcartsicks:
EVEN IN THE OLD DAYS, she hadn’t known the liesmith well, much preferring the company of the two vanir he’d mentioned to almost all others in their pantheon. she’d never been particularly close with them, what with the distance and humanity’s yet forthcoming invention of expedited travel, but she remembered their time together very fondly. the corners of her mouth tick upward at the mention of her old friends. “ I’M SURE THEY DID. ” she rises, smooths down the front of her skirt and approaches him. he had NOT been invited, but he had not been so foolish as to come without a gift. she took the candle from him gingerly and placed it on the tiny altar beside her bed, among others still unlit. she had never thought to seek out the trickster herself, hadn’t thought they’d get along. she preferred that people tell her the whole truth or nothing at all, and the liesmith was- well, it was ALL THERE IN THE NAME. the goddess takes a seat again, this time on the edge of her bed, and crosses her legs, “ I HAVE SEEN BETTER DAYS AND I HAVE SEEN WORSE. “ the yoke of the new gods was beginning to chafe. it was no secret that she’d made a deal to survive and many of the old gods resented her for it. whether or not he did remained to be seen. she would not pretend to believe in their cause. they were violent and vicious. they used a sword where only a needle was needed, but despite her disapproval of their METHODS, she still found it much preferable to starvation. she tilted her head, regarding the man before her in open curiosity and light confusion, her loft was not easy to find, she’d made sure of that when she’d bought it. even on the building’s roster she was listed under an alias that only she and a select few others knew, so if he’d found her, he’d been LOOKING. “ WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE? “
He might have been considered the court jester in his old home, but he was the right hand of the God King and he had been taught respect in tenfold -- for those who were deserving, or outside of his current plans for chaos. This Goddess Queen was a special case too, but not one he could share with her or anyone yet. So when she walks to him and takes the candle from him with hands emanating warmth on their own, he bows his head in respect and stays on his spot with his clawed hands folded over each other in front of his body. His frame creates a silhouette in the darkness that has its own life, vibrates as though it was the ground in the distance of a hot desert.
Her question makes the Liesmith’s lips curl in a smile, eyes opening ever so slowly to look upon her and her modern throne. For a short moment, he looks around, investigating this altar of hers and imagines how her old kingdom must’ve looked, how different and lavish compared to this which was rather sparse, all things considered.
All Gods had to become minimalists these days, it seemed.
“Well, my Queen, I’m curious,” which for Loki, of course, meant a lot of things - much more than he could or would ever disclose. He takes a couple of steps closer, looking over to the candle burning. The scent of NEW was in the air, the crackling in the air full of electricity and... technology. Hm. Delicious.
“So many old ones’re dyin’, y’know. Some of us are lucky -- ain’t gonna lie, this whole Marvel deal? They can get their stories all wrong I don’t give two fucks, the LIFE it sparked in me again... although I ain’t a fan of those horns...” long fingers gesture into hooks, held against the side of his head to mimic that dumb helmet his comic-counterpart had been given.
“But my old kin, so many are lost like you were-- and I was just... curious. Thinkin’ maybe I could bring home some, y’know. Intel. Ideas. Interesting parties...”
wednesdeus:
the bloodied piece of meat glistened in the sun. there was fat attached to its’ pinkish surface , a sight that would have made the modern health worshipping man cringe in disgust but that , to an old god of war , represented a glorious feast . wednesday thanked the waitress with a bow of his head , rubbed his hands together and prepared to dig in . his fork had just sunk into his meal when the god sitting somewhere behind him spoke . sharpened claws dug into fries like the teeth of his knife tore into the tissue of his steak . the blood that seeped out wasn’t as thick or as bright as grimnir recalled . everything in this century seemed tamer and smaller than in the old days , thought odin … but this would do JUST FINE . ❝ sacrifice, like love, only holds any worth when it exalts you, m’boy. you remember that. ❞ odin replied while arching his brow at the cube of flesh now hanging from the cutlery . he stuck it in his mouth , sinking his canines in , ripping the piece of meat from the clutches of stainless steal . ❝ my tongue enduring the same pile of horse shit you had to chew your way through wouldn’t benefit me, you or any of your children. ❞ he spoke with his mouth full, turning his head to the side without ever fully committing to actually looking at loki .
his one good eye caught sight of the waitress who had served them bending over to pick up an abandoned napkin . it lingered there for a bit , examining yet another morsel for him to savour later . there was a dangerous glint in his stare ; that of an old hustler who had an IMPRESSIVE AMOUNT OF CARDS HIDDEN UP HIS SLEEVE . mr. wednesday focused back on his plate .
❝ speaking of unfortunate things : how was prison? ❞
he sunk his knife in .
Thick, viscous yolk sticks to pale teeth after chewing for what seemed like a lifetime. Old saying goes that you should chew your bite about fifty-two times if you wanna avoid stomach aches; was there a way to chew spoken words the same way for them not to pain your innards this annoying way? Even though they were meant to be equals in this equation, the old man never seemed to get that message - or rather probably didn’t give two fucks. Acid green eyes stare ahead of the Lie-smith, to a dirty window with the reflection of a woman bending over a table near them. “You’d rather eat bitter fruits instead, I get it,” he snarls a little, “under-ripe peaches always made your mouth water.”
Licking the dull tongs of his fork free of the golden slickness, Loki leaned back in his seat. There’s something to be said about mountains meeting, when the planes of the world press together it creates an earthquake and this little movement could and would be felt around the globe once everything would be set in motion. A little bit of blood, a lost eye maybe. Prime-time TV. And a soul that’s always a little too naïve for its own good.
“You could’a visited, checked it out for yourself. Plenty people there ready for you to hustle into shitty deals...” the woman walked past him, a sort of glow to her making a silent statement that she was marked. Outside the dirty windows a crow flies past, undoubtedly set to track her if she were to leave on her next break. Loki doesn’t ask. Doesn’t need to know.
“It was a better time than last I was in chains, I’ll give it that,” he continued, turning in his seat enough to lay an arm over the shared backrest of their booths, sharp profile turned towards the old man. The sound of him eating the dripping meat was unappetizing but not unfamiliar in his company. “My bunkmate was lovely. Looks nothin’ like you, thank every other fuckin’ God stuck here... That would’a been unfortunate for him.”
shewhobringssorrow:
Angrboda’s lips pursed, tasting the word on the tip of her tongue before she spoke. She knew what he was talking about, she could remember it; her mother had giggled at her little girl’s face puckering up with the first bite. “Vin-ger.” She repeated, the twang of swamp on her lips. A grin broke out on her features and she let out a giggle. “Vinger, vinger, vinger.” She sang, swaying from side to side.
With a smile she let go of her pops’ hands and moved to cup his face in her tiny hands. She leaned forward, bringing her face close to his, the boundaries of personal space not yet known to her. “’Like that?” She asked, practically going cross-eyed trying to look up at him. She grinned again, hands patting her pop’s cheeks lightly.
Close enough, ain’t it? She’s bright as the damn sun herself, sharp as freshly sharpened arrowheads and learning quicker than a sprouting plant reaching for the sky for nutrients without ever having been told its purpose. Lowkey was lucky with his kids, through and through, and little Angrboda was another proof of that.
“You got it bug,” and he leaned forward to give her tiny nose an Eskimo-kiss with his sharp one, hands grabbing around her body to hold her fast where she stood. “Now! Let’s get you inside for that dinner so we can go catch those fireflies, huh?”
By then the dusk was settling over the swamp house and a million sounds were creeping their ways through the thick trees and tall grass. With a promise to keep her safe from the ‘gators, Lowkey had his daughter on his shoulders, a thick, big jacket over her little body and his own with the light furs making a nice little throne for her where she sat.
“Hold on,” he said with a smile and slowly he started to morph, a dark-pelted fox underneath Angrboda’s hands and body trailing them through the forest to find the biggest pond nearby.
A PLAYLIST DESCRIBING MY MUSE .
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PERSONAL ANTHEM : middle finger by bohnes GUILTY PLEASURE : gold by chet faker SINGS WHILE DRUNK : in hell i’ll be good company by the dead south FAVORITE LOVE SONG : idfc by blackbear SINGS TO LOVED ONES : from eden by hozier SONG HE FIGHTS TO : old yellow bricks by arctic monkeys LULLABY : primavera by ludovico einaudi ALWAYS STUCK IN HIS HEAD : i come with knives by iamx SINGS IN THE SHOWER : me too by meghan trainor (omg) SINGS TO ANNOY PEOPLE : what’s my age again? by blink-182 SONG THAT MAKES HIM EMO : rotlaust tre fell by wardruna SONG THAT MAKES OTHERS THINK OF HIM : i’m only joking by kongos
DETAILS / MANNER OF SPEECH.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘 .
VOCABULARY : ◼◼◼◼◻ EMOTION : ◼◼◼◼◼ SENTENCE STRUCTURE : ◼◼◻◻◻
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 .
FREQUENCY : ◼◼◼◻◻ CREATIVITY : ◼◼◼◼◻ WATCHFULNESS : ◼◼◼◼◻
𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘 .
arse. ass. arsehole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chickenshit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. MOTHERFUCKER. piss. prick. screw. shit. shit - ass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker.
𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 .
christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. gods damn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h. christ. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 .
contractions or enunciation ? straightforward or cryptic ? jargon or toned ? complexity or simplicity ? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ? masculinity, neutrality or femininity ? formalities or abrasiveness ? insult or injury ? praise or equivocation ? frankness or lies ? excessive or minimal hand gestures ? name - calling or magnanimity ? friendly or blunt nicknames ?
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .
do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character : almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
does your character’s point always come across when they speak : almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
would your character initiate conversations : almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
would your character be the one to end conversations : almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
would your character use ‘whom’ in a sentence : yes / no / only ironically.
your character wants to make a counterpoint, which word would they use : but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.
how would your character pick up the phone : hello / hey / hi / yello / yo / yeah / [caller’s name] / what’s up / who is this / what do you want ? / can I help you ?
how does your character end conversations : walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done there / remain quiet / they don’t.
how does your character address others : titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames.
what social class would others assume your character belongs to by hearing them speak : upper / middle / lower.
in what ways does your character speak stand out to others : accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.
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Do I get a say in this?
Got easter holiday from work from thursday to monday. So I’ll be around catching up on everything (and the show) saturday and sunday. Sorry for the radio silence!
come smash your teeth against my neck like a wild animal, the coyote in you is howling loneliness- shut up. i’m right here.
you’ve got skin like birch wood, extending in all directions. wonder what’s underneath, what would i see if i pulled it off?
you’ve got hands and a necklace and hair that spills out like early light: can i stare at you? i can’t seem to stop myself.
slam your body against my body like two boulders or tectonic plates. let’s make a mountain out of each other and live in it. let’s make a valley out of our mistakes and burn it.
you’ve got forest under your shoulder blades, places i could press my hands into like a steady weight. things grow in you.
@ljuuga
here’s me hoping @lumicide knows how much I love em and their baldr and their eternal sunlight and amazing writing and talent yes
im having A Week™ and I won’t be home this weekend so replies are probably gonna be delayed until... sometime next week...
but I just wanna say
1. y’all are lovely
and
2. mr. world in the last episode of AG was so delightfully creepy I was shrieking like 90% of the time
Loki and Sigyn by Iren Horrors
In Norse mythology, Sigyn is a goddess of fidelity and is the wife of Loki. Sigyn stays with Loki during his punishment. He is bound by the guts of his own son, the only fetters that he cannot destroy, and the venom of a snake drips onto his face. She holds out a bowl to catch the dripping venom. However, when the bowl becomes full she leaves to pour it out. As a result, Loki is described as shaking so violently that the planet shakes, and this process repeats until he breaks free, setting Ragnarök into motion.
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