Manipulating Reality

Now watch me change the world. ||Sigurd Nilsen | Neutral || {Dependent blog for Legion}

[manipulerendexnorsk]

Hey everyone, Sin here. I know I haven’t been around much for a while now, and I’m not going to try and make excuses for it. In short, I’m posting this to announce I’m leaving Legion (again).  It’s nothing about the group personally, it’s just that I’ve been struggling to get on across all of my muses, and with moving on more majorly with other fandoms and rings, I just don’t have the motivation to keep up with things and it’s not fair for me to hog characters that I barely can muster up the muse for these days. I’m happy with what I’ve accomplished with my muses in the time I’ve been here, and I’m going to miss everyone here honestly. For the most part, I’ve loved being here and I’m a little sad to be moving on. Maybe I’ll come back with a different muse one day, if the motivation returns. Until then, see you all around; I wish you all the best!

[manipulerendexnorsk]

ange-de-terre:

Aw, too bad. [She sets the rocks down gently, out of the way so nobody would trip on them] I’ve been searching for someone to practice and play with, but to no avail.

....I think I’m more concerned by the fact that’s your idea of play. [He’s still eyeing the rocks] My powers would probably just try to destroy them out of reflex, so unless that’s your idea of fun, I’d rather not.

[manipulerendexnorsk]

tijdenwafels:

[!!!] [heads over worriedly] Oh my! Are you alright? That looks like it hurt…

[Well there goes that plan] [Slowly sits up, shrugging] I’ve had worse...not the first time I’ve fallen down these stairs either. 

[manipulerendexnorsk]

magmahearted:

[kinda stares at this stranger on the floor] …I really hope you’re alive, or this is going to be very awkward to explain.

[Doesn’t even bother opening his eyes] Still deciding. Leaning towards death at the moment. [No he’s not he just wants to mess with people]

[manipulerendexnorsk]

[Guess who fell down the stairs? This asshole] [He’s just going to stay down here forever now]

[manipulerendexnorsk]

ange-de-terre:

[Spots him out of the corner of her eye and smiles real big] Hey! Can you catch?

[Gives her a look like she’s insane] Absolutely not. [Listen he doesn’t want to die that badly]

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it’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake | sigurd

He really did come to bake! Lovely, lovely!

Adorned in a frilled white apron overtop her lopapeysa sweater and leggings, Tuli hopped from foot to foot for a second in excitement once she saw her friend enter the room. Over the island table was an open cookbook showing a recipe for croissants - and just the page after showed the dessert version, where you get to use nutella inside! Yum yum.

“Norja!” She folded her hands behind her back with a beaming smile. “I’m happy you’re here! Are you ready to bake the best croissants of your whole life?”

@manipulerendexnorsk 

[manipulerendexnorsk]

It was probably some small surprise that Sigurd kept to his word— it wasn’t like he was one to break promises and such, but he wasn’t exactly the most sociable of people. But some form of human interaction was good and really, baking was preferable to other sorts of things that could be done with their time.

He almost rolls his eyes at her eagerness (he also still doesn’t quite understand her choice in a nickname), but nods a small bit as he joins her. “You shouldn’t be nearly this enthusiastic over such a small thing.” He hums, but offers Tuli a small smile in response. “Ready, but I’ll make my decision on that when we’re done.”

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

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pikkuhenki:

At that, her face grew determined, and she made a saluting motion with a confident smile. “No worries! You can always hold me to my promises - that’s a fact!” 

He shakes his head a bit, amused. “I don’t quite know about that, but I’ll take your word for it this time.”

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

[manipulerendexnorsk]

pikkuhenki:

“Next time you’re not busy and you wanna bake, just come find me!” The warm smile remained on her lips, and she clapped her hands together once with delight. “We’ll learn together. And it’ll be lots of fun!” Rare was it that Sigurd seemed to be on board for such activities - how exciting! “They’ll be the best croissants of your whole life. That’s a promise!” [ wink wink ]

“You make it seem like I’m someone extremely busy or something.” Sigurd grumbles a little, but he doesn’t really mind nearly as much as he makes it seem. It was rare for him to agree to such kind of things— but baking was one of his more preferred hobbies, and Tuli’s presence wasn’t endlessly annoying to him, so there wasn’t really any reluctance to be found on his part. “It’ll be something, I’ll say.” There’s a small snort at that. “Don’t promise, I’ll hold you to it if you do.” 

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

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pikkuhenki:

Chocolate brown eyes were alight like the stars– oh boy, oh boy oh boy-

“You really want to?” She stood on her tip toes, rolling up and down on her feet with excitement. “I would like that very much!” She absolutely couldn’t stop smiling, like a kid in a candy store. “We can bake a cake, or make some cookies or even croissants if you like, or–!” 

There was a small, barely noticeable flinch— he should’ve expected such a reaction, but he’d thought she wouldn’t nearly that, excited. Which was fine, really, he would have to get used to it. 

“I would not mind it.” He replied, which was both the closest he was probably he was getting to a yes, and an attempt to be seemingly reassuring. He watched her excitable movements, the slight upwards tug of his lips. “Any of those would be fine, really.”

[den-alvorson-blog-deactivated20]

[Outside juggling some boulders bigger than a man’s head] [no big deal right?]

[manipulerendexnorsk]

[Why does everyone have to be so fucking weird and strong here] [He’s just going to stare]

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

[manipulerendexnorsk]

pikkuhenki:

A his question, her eyes lolled upward for a moment in thought as she sipped for a moment longer. “Well,” Tuli hummed, bringing the box back down and tapping her fingers lightly against the cardboard. “It’s fun to experiment and see what happens when you put unusual things together.” She smiled, “Surely the people that have books of recipes had to think of them somehow, don’t you think?” A laugh, and she took one more little sip. “Though, with how things can turn out when you experiment with cooking so blindly, maybe following a recipe for inspiration wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.”

Tuli stuck out her tongue playfully, making a knocking motion at the side of her head. “Maybe we can learn to make something fun and yummy together sometime - what do you say, norja?”

“Suppose so. Just, you know, if everything ended up so weird, I guess I’d give up after a while, you know?” Sigurd shrugs, a small chuckle of amusement as he nodded in agreement. “Just from time to time, perhaps, could not hurt.”

He watches the movement curiously, another small brow raise at the odd nickname (at least, that’s what he assumed she meant for it to be). “If you’d like, I would not mind trying such a thing.”

[paonoru]

He’s my college spiritual animal

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

[manipulerendexnorsk]

pikkuhenki:

With the little plastic bag polished off, it found its way into the trash bin, and Tuli clapped her hands together a couple of times, as if to dust them off. “I’m not that great of a cook myself, to be honest.” Her eyebrows knitted lightly upward, almost in apology, and she laughed. “Most of the things I cook come out a bit strange - I tend to get too carried away with my curiosity and mix together flavors that don’t go together very well.”

From her coat’s inside pocket, she plucked a box of apple juice, sticking the straw through its respective aluminum-covered opening and taking a sip.

Sigurd raises a brow slightly in response, but waits for her to continue speaking; letting out a small snort at her explanation. Honestly, he supposed it wasn’t the most surprising thing— or the worst. “At least you can cook. Some sort of potential, at least.” He hums, dipping his head slightly. “Any particular reason why you like to experiment with your cooking?”

There was a bit of an amused gleam to his eyes when he noticed the juice box, finding it rather child-like, but seemingly fitting for her.

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

[manipulerendexnorsk]

pikkuhenki:

Buttery! She giggled lightly, cheeks full of salmiakki for a moment before she swallowed it down to speak. “I figured as much.” Tuli smiled; laughter was laden in her words, but she did her best not to sound antagonizing, or anything of such a nature. “I love pastries. Especially Pulla and Rönttönen.” Lingonberries were so delicious. She wanted some right now– “You probably like things like croissants, then, right?”

Sigurd wasn’t quite sure if he liked the idea of being predictable— then again, harmless assumptions probably weren’t bad...or at least, he doubted she meant them to be bad. He was probably the last person who had the right to be judgmental on, well, judging. 

“Mm, Pulla’s alright. Rönttönen’s the pie, right?” He wasn’t that familiar with Finnish sweets, but he’d knew of at least a few. “Croissants are fine, yes. Not very good at making them, unfortunately.”

[manipulerendexnorsk]

lebender-toter:

I try to not be rash. Hopefully I won’t do anything hasty.

If you can keep to that, then there shouldn’t be any problems.

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“Who’s terrible idea was this?"

Horrified and insulted, Tuli held the bag of salmiakki to her chest. “What do you mean? They’re delicious!”

[manipulerendexnorsk]

pikkuhenki:

Her expression lapsed into an amused smile, and she popped one of the little discs into her mouth. “But I kind of like the salty flavor.” Tuli spoke around the snack, glancing up thoughtfully at the ceiling. “What snacks do you like, then, Sigurd?”

“To each their own.” There was still a vague sense of distaste as he eyed the bag, but considering she didn’t seem upset, there was no need for him to really say much else.

“Hm?” He wasn’t quite expecting the question, musing over it for a brief moment. “Pastries, I suppose. Nothing too sweet, maybe something buttery on occasion.”