Plot twist: the entire op in Poland is accompanied by Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy

seen from Türkiye

seen from Australia
seen from Philippines

seen from United States

seen from India
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Sri Lanka
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Russia

seen from Australia

seen from France
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from China
Plot twist: the entire op in Poland is accompanied by Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy
Loki Minerva Hathor
Loki: What is the best trick you’ve ever pulled on someone?
Loki let a soft, quiet laugh slip through his lips, his eyes distant. “I don’t know about the best, but…there was one time…Fandral and I, we….” His smile widened a bit, and that single huff of a laugh was followed by a true chuckling as the memory was pulled more readily to the surface. “Thor was allowed to believe we were an item at one time. Believe me, that did not go as planned.” The chuckling continued and turned wicked. “Poor Fandral was subjected to Thor’s protective older brother speech, and I–” Loki’s eyes glittered, real amusement visible for the first time in a while. “He only told me to be gentle with him.”
Minerva: Do you generally give good advice?
“That depends entirely on who I’m giving the advice to.”
Hathor: What brings you joy?
“Currently, there is nothing. In theory…my Brats. My Beloved. My family and my circus.”
"You're not them."
It was inevitable.
After crushing his phone in his fist, after locking himself away–after that incredibly swift (and probably entirely too audible) breakdown, she was bound to show up. And he couldn’t keep her out for long.
So he didn’t try.
Didn’t mean it was going to be pleasant for either of them.
The eyes that met Percy’s gaze when Loki finally opened his bedroom door–shirtless and without even his most basic glamours, leaving far more scarring than even she had ever seen visible–were all wrong for the Ringmaster. More than the chalky pallor to his skin, more than the vivid purple shadows beneath his eyes, his pupils looked like they had begun leaking over their edges, darkening the usually bright emerald and sapping the sharp light that normally gleamed there like settling silt.
Loki didn’t answer her statement; instead he pushed past Percy and out into the hallway, leaving his door wide open as he stalked out into the rest of his bus for the first time in…how long had it been? He’d lost count of the days.
It didn’t really matter.
Behind him, entirely visible now, was what looked far too much like the wreckage of a tornado. Furniture (bookshelves, tables, the bed, even the piano) lay upended and in pieces, fragments of wood and glass littering the carpet; the stuffing of pillows and mattresses lay in chunks and even pages of books were strewn about the oddly enormous bedroom. Here and there were what appeared to be bloodstains on fabric and paper and glass and carpet–
And had his palms been visible, the source of the rusty, brown-red substance would have been instantly clear.
Not until Loki had a glass of reddish juice (the first thing he’d had to drink since that morning) did he flick another glance at Percy.
“Who am I, then?” Loki’s voice was low and hoarse and simply…off. She was right: this wasn’t the Viper that she knew. There was an unholy silence, a deafening emptiness pressing in on every side of his mind that was drawing out this breakdown far longer than even he’d anticipated, twisting and tormenting and only adding to the maddening, throbbing, burning ache in his chest. It was bringing out a side to Loki that precious few people alive had ever seen, a side that only appeared when he was in states of true, exquisite distress.
It was dark and dangerous, and–when left to its own devices–ended in insanity nearly one hundred percent of the time.
Tell me Percy doesn’t have like a dozen of these ‘pets’ helping ASLAN and GLaDOS out around the house.
I don’t believe you
Upsie Daisy!
“Mind if I ask just what the hell you think you’re doin’?”
36, 54, 60
36. Do you ever read rp threads you aren’t involved in? What type of thread does it usually have to be to interest you?
Not often tbh. I’m often busy with school and tend not to spend a ton of time reading rps on my dash. I’ll read things that actively involve my Nat or are relevant to a plot I’m involved in to know what’s going on. Otherwise it’s really just if I have free time and a thread catches my interest I’ll read it.
54. What’s a trope or plot you love but you’ve never gotten to roleplay or never gotten to roleplay in completion?
Ummm this is a little tough because I can’t think of anything big off the top of my head. I Really want to do something with the aftermath of all this Chaos stuff in the comics but can’t yet because the arc would need to end for me to do it properly so for now I wait.
60. Who’s a roleplayer (or writer) you think you have learned a lot from?
I’ve learned a lot about Nat from Marjorie Liu, who wrote my favorite Nat comic. Otherwise, I’ve been around so long on Nat it’s hard to remember who I learned al the important lessons from when I started rping on tumblr. A couple of close friends who aren’t very active in the roleplay sphere these days tbh.
1pixelprincess “¦â€¦..Renner called Nat a slut in an interview and C. Evans agreed and...”
O.o What interview was this?
this one (it’s literally the first question). It’s a joke but.. not.. a funny.. one..
dogisms “¦â€¦..Renner called Nat a slut in an interview and C. Evans agreed and...”
i feel so fucking betrayed they were like one of the few guys i felt were really good & not problematic and then BAM
Sighs hopefully he doesn’t make a habit of it