The Human Seasons

MARVEL/MYTHOLOGY RP. (MUN 25+). On his own corner of Earth, great warrior and Prince of Asgard, Magni Thorson lays down his sword. Glory and battle have been traded for gentleness, and humble happiness.

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[magni-thorson]

My comrades in the invisible work, the silent work of spring, have heard the call back to life.

I trust.

The softened ground, and each of the gnarled ends of branches I tug downward to inspect on my way about my labors, looking for progress.

A little evidence.

Like the bulbs under the green tips I venture out a little further, further testing the air.

Aren’t we ready now?

I’ve been working away buried in the warm dark, and I too have heard the call.

I too am frantic to participate.

- Magni son of Thor

[frillvelation]

[fuascailt]

[text] Hey question

[text] Do you Asgardians have like some kind of tradition when it comes to proposing to someone in public?

[text] Like, you get to pelt the proposer with tomatoes, or challenge them to a duel, or hang him over a cliff for three days?

@magni-thorson

[magni-thorson]

[text] What an interesting question.

[text] There are no such laws against it, per se.

[text] However if the one proposed to in public finds the act distasteful, has the right to reject the proposal via combat there in the eye of the public. Swords permitted, yes.

[text] Some other weapons too, but there are restrictions. I believe most melee, within reason.

[text] They may be allowed to select a champion to do this for them, but I am unsure. Perhaps I can revisit my books.

[text] Why do you ask?

[text] Have you been dishonored by a public proposal in Asgard?

[magni-thorson]

Another set of packages topped with a great big bow-

For dear Bernadette Beatrice

Now this creature may look a bit rough around the edges, but Nora had poured a great amount to effort on this sewing project (and with minimal help, Magni might add), to introduce to Bernadette a new stuffed platypus friend. @fuascailt

Now one couldn’t have too many hats and mittens to bundle little heads and hands with, especially not when they could take the form an adorable turnip, pointy ears, or lobster claws!

And finally, a small brigade of tiny friends to keep guard by Bernadette’s curbside. Bring her luck, and perhaps protect and arm against misadventure- bold little being that she was.

[magni-thorson]

Many sets of packages seemed to have materialized from thin air under the Christmas tree. Had in been that scoundrel of a Santa Claus, breaking and entering yet again?

Or rather perhaps, another magical being had gained entrance to leave behind stacks of presents.

Among these piles is labeled one For Joshua- @fuascailt

A hand-knit sweater, no longer the clumsy lopsided stitchery of Magni’s attempts in years past- but this one a fully realized pattern inspired by the sheep that populated the Irish countryside. And just the right size.

Next, a balaclava not made by Magni’s hand but one that had made him howl with tickled delight at the thought of his brother and his work’s need for anonymity- using this to disguise his likeness to be one of a corn cob.

A new set of house slippers was always needed, only this one was full of heatable dry beads, accompanied by the smell of lavender (of course.)

And finally, a fine fellow hand carved and painted by Magni just for the fun of it. One he thought his dear friend and brother would find highly amusing.

[magni-thorson]

“-Gabriel a moment please.” Magni called gently, stepped into one of the palace libraries, where the boy often liked to tuck himself away after his lessons with the mages.

“No, you are not in trouble.” He preempted, seeing wary brown eyes lift up from behind a book to fix on him.

@onlylivinboy

[onlylivinboy]

Not in trouble?

Hmm..

Brow scrunching, he turned his head sideways at the gentle giant’s approach. “Mmm.. yeah i am.” He turned his attention back to his book. Sneaky Magni.

“you’re here about the tags.” Duh. So, just yell at him about them already?

[magni-thorson]

Tags…?

“..If that what they are called.” Magni blinked a moment to puzzle over this approach. Awfully perceptive this boy, however misplaced the tone of his reading.

“Well you are not in trouble for them.” He reiterated with a slight tilt of his head. “I am not angry with you.” Although..

“Growing frustrated perhaps, on behalf of the woodwork.” Hmm..

He had never been able to decipher the expressive symbol or writing, though across the years it had found itself hidden among many palace surfaces.

“Does it spell something?”

[magni-thorson]

“-Gabriel a moment please.” Magni called gently, stepped into one of the palace libraries, where the boy often liked to tuck himself away after his lessons with the mages.

“No, you are not in trouble.” He preempted, seeing wary brown eyes lift up from behind a book to fix on him.

@onlylivinboy

[fuascailt]

<<< INCOMING VIDEO CALL >>>

The curious face of a young woman peers into the phone, only half of her face is visible as she's far too close to the screen.

"Mani!" she cackled.

@magni-thorson

[magni-thorson]

“—Well then perhaps Heimdall ought to consider hiring on a larger staff. If he so enjoys the title of soul gate keeper, is it so unreasonable that he be present to open the gate when it is needed?

I understand I have a role, but surely the increase in dema— Yes, do hold on a moment I apologize, it’s my knight.

Joshua!”

Oh. Hello? This was not a Joshua. Mani the cackling being called him, and the giant smiled back in confusion.

“Hello there! Apologies.. You are calling from Joshua’s phone?”

[magni-thorson]

[magni-thorson]

NO JUSTICE NO PEACE

KEEP YOUR EYES ON GAZA 🇵🇸

[magni-thorson]

Just about scalding the tips of his fingers, Magni snatched the toasting pastries out onto a plate for himself and the other father to quickly replenish themselves.

Both boys were asleep. Who knew indeed, when they would next get the chance before their watch resumed?

“come, come-“ He whispered hurriedly, shaking off his burnt thumb and filling up two water bottles for this small team of emergency fathering.

Then he shoved hot pastry into his mouth- hAoooH oh that was hot indeed, but a high chin and wide mouthed kind of chewing worked to keep his eating on a timer.

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

Rushing down to the kitchen like a scene from a hospital show, Josh is ushered to the pastries, he stood by his brother battling his own piece of inferno down his throat. Josh grabbed the pastry and immediately dropped it on the counter with a curse. But he bent down to put his mouth at level with the surface and push the food inside like he was sweeping dirt into his garbage bin orifice.

Hot lava! HOT LAVA!

"Aghhg, motherf--!" putting his hand over his mouth, he tried to hop away the fifth degree burns, and put his whole face under the faucet to get some relief.

He filled a glass of water and brought it over to Magni, seeing him struggle. "Here, here-gHhh--" he coughed as the soggy pastry in his mouth slid down the wrong path, bending over as he tried to clear his lungs.

[magni-thorson]

Magni had his little system, fast bites but with opened mouth hooing breaths to cool each until it was just enough to be able to swallow them down.

His gaze lowered to the counter to watch his sworn knight’s method- with a small degree of alarm, eyes wide as the molten filled pastry is pushed whole into Joshua’s mouth.

Only then did Magni begin to cough and choke on some of his pastry, witnessing the burn and the shaky water held out to him by the other choking man.

“Bwhu- chgwhy did you do that?” He coughed out tears springing to his eyes, whacking his brother on the back as he bent over to help him get it out.

[fuascailt]

He would answer the question in just a sec, when he could dislodge this soggy molten lava from his throat. Josh put a finger up to signal he needed a moment, coughing and finally wheezing air into his desperately living being.

"'I'm so, stressed." he whined in a hiss. Not ever in his many years as an agent did he feel this kind of panic and urgency over a mission. Not even when he was sure he was about to die.

"Magni we gotta, keep our shit together, or they'll wake up." worse, this was worse that spending hours trying to put a baby to sleep that just hated everything.

"Fuck," he held his breath, "Did you hear that??"

[magni-thorson]

Patting patting his back until Magni took a moment of his own while the other did, to swig his water and cough the last of the pastry in his own lungs.

Ohhh Norns,

Stressed. He nodded fervently. And Magni had single-handedly reared demigod infants on this farm.

Well no. No, not single-handedly. When the going got tough, there was the work of a very involved godfather in the picture.

This was their team.

“quite right.” He whispered low, silencing as soon as he heard what the other thought he heard. And nodded. the soft creak of a floorboard.

“that was a creak.” Darting up his eyes between where two upstairs rooms would be, looking to the other father to ask him if he thought he could tell, a gabriel creak or a rúne?

[fuascailt]

A creak.

Josh nodded firmly, keeping still to not alert the young creatures upstairs of their presence. He narrowed his eyes. Hmm..

"Gabe. Definitely Gabe."

The kid was light on his feet. So light they lifted off the ground... and stumbled down stairs or a small crack. Josh was pretty sure he could tell.

"Wh... Should we go up there, or..?" before chaos erupted again. Well he didn't hear a thud yet, so maybe it wasn't anything to worry about.

"You think they heard us?"

[magni-thorson]

Ah, it made sense.

Of course Joshua knew the sound of his son’s footsteps with a certainty. “Perhaps the restroom..” He tried to listen for movement in the hall.

No perhaps not.

“Couldn’t hurt to poke both of our heads in, have a look and check.” Magni gave little nods, paused at the question. “No… no, I don’t think, we were all that loud?” he whispered.

Before they ventured forward Magni stopped Joshua by the arm, for something else to say out of earshot. “I plan on having a frank conversation with Rúne,

which if he takes to heart, may see them part ways.” He murmured, quiet and serious. “—Among other possibilities of change,

But this is no way to have a relationship.” The nine it was not. “…Anyway I thought it good to warn you, to help prepare for the possibility. on Gabriel’s end of things.” he whispered.

[magni-thorson]

Would you tell Rue to leave and go find his own path away from Gabe?

“I am not inclined to tell Rue to do anything. That would be more harmful I think.”

No, what the boy needed was definitely not orders or directives.

“But I think Joshua is probably in agreement with me in terms of what he may speak of to Gabriel.

Because I see a relationship that can cause only more damage to both boys- if allowed to continue just as it now stands.”

Let him be a bit clear about that. That no, not necessarily advising him to leave.

But. “Something must change if they are to go forward.

They face an uphill battle as it is, with the troubles they both face. And Gabriel’s condition, such as it is.

Perhaps they can find a relationship that helps to lift them both along life’s peaks and valleys.

Not sink them fast together into the pit.”

He paused.

“I admit, I am very troubled by the amount of harm.

No. They cannot persist in this way.”

[magni-thorson]

Just about scalding the tips of his fingers, Magni snatched the toasting pastries out onto a plate for himself and the other father to quickly replenish themselves.

Both boys were asleep. Who knew indeed, when they would next get the chance before their watch resumed?

“come, come-“ He whispered hurriedly, shaking off his burnt thumb and filling up two water bottles for this small team of emergency fathering.

Then he shoved hot pastry into his mouth- hAoooH oh that was hot indeed, but a high chin and wide mouthed kind of chewing worked to keep his eating on a timer.

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

Rushing down to the kitchen like a scene from a hospital show, Josh is ushered to the pastries, he stood by his brother battling his own piece of inferno down his throat. Josh grabbed the pastry and immediately dropped it on the counter with a curse. But he bent down to put his mouth at level with the surface and push the food inside like he was sweeping dirt into his garbage bin orifice.

Hot lava! HOT LAVA!

"Aghhg, motherf--!" putting his hand over his mouth, he tried to hop away the fifth degree burns, and put his whole face under the faucet to get some relief.

He filled a glass of water and brought it over to Magni, seeing him struggle. "Here, here-gHhh--" he coughed as the soggy pastry in his mouth slid down the wrong path, bending over as he tried to clear his lungs.

[magni-thorson]

Magni had his little system, fast bites but with opened mouth hooing breaths to cool each until it was just enough to be able to swallow them down.

His gaze lowered to the counter to watch his sworn knight’s method- with a small degree of alarm, eyes wide as the molten filled pastry is pushed whole into Joshua’s mouth.

Only then did Magni begin to cough and choke on some of his pastry, witnessing the burn and the shaky water held out to him by the other choking man.

“Bwhu- chgwhy did you do that?” He coughed out tears springing to his eyes, whacking his brother on the back as he bent over to help him get it out.

[fuascailt]

He would answer the question in just a sec, when he could dislodge this soggy molten lava from his throat. Josh put a finger up to signal he needed a moment, coughing and finally wheezing air into his desperately living being.

"'I'm so, stressed." he whined in a hiss. Not ever in his many years as an agent did he feel this kind of panic and urgency over a mission. Not even when he was sure he was about to die.

"Magni we gotta, keep our shit together, or they'll wake up." worse, this was worse that spending hours trying to put a baby to sleep that just hated everything.

"Fuck," he held his breath, "Did you hear that??"

[magni-thorson]

Patting patting his back until Magni took a moment of his own while the other did, to swig his water and cough the last of the pastry in his own lungs.

Ohhh Norns,

Stressed. He nodded fervently. And Magni had single-handedly reared demigod infants on this farm.

Well no. No, not single-handedly. When the going got tough, there was the work of a very involved godfather in the picture.

This was their team.

“quite right.” He whispered low, silencing as soon as he heard what the other thought he heard. And nodded. the soft creak of a floorboard.

“that was a creak.” Darting up his eyes between where two upstairs rooms would be, looking to the other father to ask him if he thought he could tell, a gabriel creak or a rúne?

[magni-thorson]

This is your honorable knight?

...he just tried to swallow a wholeass pastry directly from the toaster.

“He is honorable, and he is my knight.

He is also idiosyncratic.”

It was what it was.

“That is my brother for you.”

[magni-thorson]

Just about scalding the tips of his fingers, Magni snatched the toasting pastries out onto a plate for himself and the other father to quickly replenish themselves.

Both boys were asleep. Who knew indeed, when they would next get the chance before their watch resumed?

“come, come-“ He whispered hurriedly, shaking off his burnt thumb and filling up two water bottles for this small team of emergency fathering.

Then he shoved hot pastry into his mouth- hAoooH oh that was hot indeed, but a high chin and wide mouthed kind of chewing worked to keep his eating on a timer.

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

Rushing down to the kitchen like a scene from a hospital show, Josh is ushered to the pastries, he stood by his brother battling his own piece of inferno down his throat. Josh grabbed the pastry and immediately dropped it on the counter with a curse. But he bent down to put his mouth at level with the surface and push the food inside like he was sweeping dirt into his garbage bin orifice.

Hot lava! HOT LAVA!

"Aghhg, motherf--!" putting his hand over his mouth, he tried to hop away the fifth degree burns, and put his whole face under the faucet to get some relief.

He filled a glass of water and brought it over to Magni, seeing him struggle. "Here, here-gHhh--" he coughed as the soggy pastry in his mouth slid down the wrong path, bending over as he tried to clear his lungs.

[magni-thorson]

Magni had his little system, fast bites but with opened mouth hooing breaths to cool each until it was just enough to be able to swallow them down.

His gaze lowered to the counter to watch his sworn knight’s method- with a small degree of alarm, eyes wide as the molten filled pastry is pushed whole into Joshua’s mouth.

Only then did Magni begin to cough and choke on some of his pastry, witnessing the burn and the shaky water held out to him by the other choking man.

“Bwhu- chgwhy did you do that?” He coughed out tears springing to his eyes, whacking his brother on the back as he bent over to help him get it out.

[magni-thorson]

Just about scalding the tips of his fingers, Magni snatched the toasting pastries out onto a plate for himself and the other father to quickly replenish themselves.

Both boys were asleep. Who knew indeed, when they would next get the chance before their watch resumed?

“come, come-“ He whispered hurriedly, shaking off his burnt thumb and filling up two water bottles for this small team of emergency fathering.

Then he shoved hot pastry into his mouth- hAoooH oh that was hot indeed, but a high chin and wide mouthed kind of chewing worked to keep his eating on a timer.

@fuascailt