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[storiesofwildfire]

Blog Update: URL CHANGE

As of Feb 7th, this blog’s URL has been changed

dearlokigodofmischief --> storiesofwildfire

I do intend for this URL change to be permenant, but it may come as somewhat of a shock due to the fact that my URL has been the same for over 6 years.

Anyway! Just wanted to give everyone a head’s up!

[weightofmyshield]

“I’m pregnant. It’s yours." :)))))))

( ✗ )

     (★) ─    Well, this is uncomfortable… Steve couldn’t help but shift his weight from one leg to the other while doing his best not to look troubled – he was sure he was failing. The only thing going through his mind: do I tell her I’m seeing her father brother? The answer was a resounding, NO!    “Uh… I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s possible, ma’am.” Aw, crap! “I just mean… the it being mine bit, not the you being… I mean… You look great… if you are. Congratulations!”

[marvelpositivity]

Can I send some love out for @dearlokigodofmischief? A big thanks to them and their wonderful portrayal of Loki, of which inspired me to create my own Loki and many other muses. Without them I don't know if I would have stuck around in the RP community. So thank you for being awesome, talented, overall wonderful and inspiring!

[eirgoddessofdarkness-archive]

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S BLOOD TYPE: Well she has Aesir blood so I don’t think there is a specific type. That being said, I’d assume it’s non-specific and can be used as a universal donor among those on Asgard. HOW DO YOU THINK YOUR MUSE HANDLES REJECTION?: This depends. I feel Eir would either take it well or it would break her completely. I mean, this is why she doesn’t or rather hasn’t admitted her feelings for Loki, she doesn’t even want to think how it goes. WHAT MAKES YOUR MUSE JEALOUS?: Not many things make her jealous, but I suppose the freedom that other individuals get is a big part of that. Also the fact that she could never be considered to marry royalty. WHAT’S A BAD HABIT YOUR MUSE HAS?:  She is a lip bitter. A major one. Especially when the stress gets to her. When she’s on Midgard she eats lollipops to stop it, so also eating lollipops to stop other habits. She also can  talk very meanly about herself, but never in the presence of others, when she does something wrong or something goes wrong. A PRIZED POSSESSION OF YOUR MUSE: A ring belonging to her mother. It was her mother’s wedding ring to be precise. ANY MEDICAL CONDITIONS?: While Eir has no physical conditions, she does have anxiety and depression, although she has never admitted to anyone except Einar about her depression. Not even Loki.

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUSE TO ANSWER

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR: “I would be fond of the colour plum, but also teal. I think they’re lovely colours.” WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: “I assume by this you mean for a main course or a starter? I actually love melon, specifically honeydew melon. I think it’s such a sweet starter. If you meant food in general, however, I like cake. Or rather icing that’s on the cakes.” SKIING OR SNOWBOARDING?: “I’ve never done either actually, but I like skateboarding so I assume snowboarding is somewhat similar? It looks cooler.” WORST INJURY YOU EVER GOT?: “Umm... I don’t feel comfortable answering this question honestly. But the one below that is that I’ve been near an explosion and nearly lost an arm once.” EARLY RISER OR SLEEP IN?: “I normally rise early because of work but on my days off I don’t wake up until mid afternoon... Although it isn’t a sleep-in if you go to bed late.” VIDEO GAMES OR BOOKS?: “Both. We don’t have video games on Asgard, but the young Spider and Ant have been showing me and teaching me all about them. I run a town as a mayor in one of them” SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU CRY?: “Thinking about my mother or any of the times I’ve lost Loki.” SOMEONE YOU HATE? WHY?: “Hate is such a strong word... Despise. Now there’s a word. I despise my step-mother and father. He didn’t wait even a century before he remarried after my mother’s death. Lorelei just... she tried too hard too soon.” Sigh. “There are others I just haven’t created a list.” PHOBIAS: “I’d rather not say. Who knows who could be reading this and how they could use it against me.” FAVORITE SODA?: “That’s easy. I like sparkling apple juice or Vanilla Coca-Cola.” FAVORITE DRINK IN GENERAL?: “Tea. Without a doubt. I like brandy too but I only get that on Midgard.”

WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?: “Well, today I had honeydew melon and some toast, but I was in a rush.” WHEN IN THE SHOWER WHAT DO YOU WASH FIRST?: “Normally I wash my hair first, but sometimes, if I’m being lazy, I do my legs first. It depends. I always wash myself last, however. That’s a constant.” 3 ITEMS IN YOUR TOP DRAWER?: “3 items? Let me have a look first... A collection of quills I never disposed of, origami paper and a photo of Loki, Thor and myself from our time on Midgard.” WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR DO YOU HAVE ON RIGHT NOW?: “Very comfortable underwear. Nothing sexy about it. Just comfy and cute. I’m also trying out those bralettes things that they have on Midgard as they are easier on my back.” STOCKINGS OR LEG WARMERS?: “Stockings. You can get so many kinds and some are fun to wear.” Wink. (Eir no!) SUPERHERO NAME: “Well, when I was with the Avengers I was called Nurse. So I guess nurse?”

SUPER VILLAIN NAME: SONG YOU ARE LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?: “Well mun was letting us listen to what I wanted, which meant we were listening to darkwave to relax, but now she has on her music. So we’re listening to Andante Andante by ABBA.” WORST JOB EVER?: “I’ve never had a bad job. I haven’t actually worked at anything other than a healer or alongside the Avengers.” BEST JOB EVER?: “Well, I mean, a healer? Or a librarian, it looks fun.” WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?: “I wouldn’t say I have a type. I mean, there is quite a difference between my first love and my current one. Someone tall and kind, knowledgeable in areas I am not with an eagerness to teach me all about it. A love for books perhaps? I have a thing for dark haired individuals, and I like long hair. It’s good for petting. Sometimes a beard... I’m really going off tangent I think.” WHEN GIVING SPANKINGS, I USE: “I never give spankings in any sense.” EVER BEEN THROWN OUT A WINDOW? WHY?: “I believe I have once but that was to escape Odin’s wrath. Loki threw me out of it. I asked him to do it though.” DO DOGS RANDOMLY SNIFF YOU?: “Yes but for a good reason! I carry treats in my pockets.” WHAT’S UNDER YOUR BED RIGHT NOW?: Deep blush. “Nothing important. Just a box or two. Storage purposes you know.” WHAT KIND OF DRUGS ARE YOU ON?: “Nothing.” LAST PERSON TO GIVE YOU AN ORGASM?: “Einar or myself.” DO YOU REGRET WHAT YOU’VE DONE?: “Sometimes. I can’t help but wonder how things would’ve been different if I had done something else. The problems of an overthinker, I guess.” YOUR BEST PICK-UP LINE: “I rarely use them. In fact I didn’t use them until I started my relationship with Einar. Now I use them to cheer him up. My favourite has to be ‘Are you a fruit, because Honeydew you know how fine you look right now?’” ANY ROOMMATES?: “Yes, Einar. He only recently moved in actually... I don’t know if you could call the other people who live in the palace roommates.” ARE THEY SEXY?: "I mean, have you seen Einar? I swear I’ve seen some princess fawn over him before Thor. There is also one other individual in the palace who gets a yes but I won’t say who.” WOULD YOU STEAL A KISS FROM THEM?: “Of course I would. In the past I may have said yes to this from other palace individuals.”

CHOOSE BETWEEN BOXERS OR BRIEFS: “Briefs if I had to choose.” PANTIES OR THONGS: “Panties, no further questions.” COKE OR PEPSI: “Pepsi.” DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE: “Submissive or neither.” DOGS, CATS, OR BOTH: “Both. I love animals. I also keep cat treats in my pockets too.” C4 OR DYNAMITE: “Dynamite. Launch that fucker.” (Eir, language) CATCH PHRASE OR ONE-LINERS: “Both. Depending on what it is of course.” DAY OR NIGHT: “Nighttime~.” STAR WARS OR STAR TREK: "I like Star Wars but I’ve only seen the reboot of Star Trek and a few episodes of the Patrick Stewart era. So it’s one sided really. SPANKING OR WHIPPING: “Umm... well, if you mean sexually... spanking. But I never do it. I don’t like pain too much.” CAKE OR PIE: “Cake because icing.” ZOMBIES OR VAMPIRES?: “Vampires. Zombies are scary.”

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[mechanicdragonheart]

merdragons and sirens

Here’s the thing oceans that many people forget - it is a never ending vast body of water with multiple twists and turns. There were muitiple species that lived throughout it, a mixture that brings the ecosystems together. What people fail to realize is that in the oceans, deep in the revaines there is two hidden races among those species. 

The first race was the merdragons, a species of mermaids that have the skin texture and tails that look like distant dragons, their fins acting as wings. They're known for their agility, and their speed. Some are known for height they can get when they breech the surface during the quiet hours, their fins acting as wings to allow them to glide. 

Their society had multiple groups, each subspecies of merdragon living in their own pods. The Starkson family were among the most well known, rich with the brightest gold and scales and known as the top political mer. They were a well liked pod and they were going to bring big things to the merdragons. Until they were killed. 

There deaths was not an accident. There were rumors that they were killed by rival species in the waters. Rumors stated that the Sirens' potentially were involved. But the heir of the Stark pod, Anthony, thought otherwise. He knew how the Sirens worked, and he highly doubted they would of killed his parents for politics. Of course, no one believed him and the rest of the race brought it upon themselves to have territory disputes. Which made trying to get this treaty done between races much harder.

 It was that reason that Anthony didn't tell anyone he was meeting with the head of the Sirens. That they would discuss about the matter and solve it before bringing it to the rest of the merdragons and sirens. And that was where the merdragon was now.

In neutral territory there was an old shipwreck which served a perfect spot for this. Anthony, who rather be called Tony, arrived their early that morning and was currently laying over one of the heat vents, his arms crossed under his chin with his eyes shut. His red and gold scales shined bright with his fins stretched out tall alert, and waiting.  

[ @dearlokigodofmischief ]

[dcmncticivs]

Wrath and Rage ( REVISITED )

( continued from ⚡ !!! )

♔—- Regardless of what Nephthys said, he had to try. If Set didn’t snap out of whatever hold she’d placed on him, then he and his child were in danger. The last thing he wanted to do was bring physical harm upon the one person that he actually managed to fall in love with but if it came down to it, Loki would stop Set.

    He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He hoped that his words would twist through Set’s mind and push their way between him and his deranged wife’s magic.

    But nothing seemed to work. Nephthys kept insisting that Set couldn’t hear him, that nothing he could do would actually get through to the Red God. At first, Loki hadn’t believed it but as Set leaped across the room in what Loki could only describe as a short-ranged form of teleportation and grabbed hold of both of his wrists, his hopes shattered. Maybe he really would have to fight Set. Maybe he would have to cause enough harm and damage to his beloved that it would force him to stop his onslaught.

    A cry of pain left his lips as Set twisted both of his arms and shoved him up against the nearest wall. His wrists ached and while he didn’t believe they were broken, it momentarily felt like Set twisted hard enough to dislocate the joints. The shock was enough for Set to catch him off guard and pin his aching wrists above his head.

         “SET!”

    Before the blade punctured his side–which, in reality, wouldn’t do much damage to him. Set might have been able to harm the baby with that knife but if he hoped to kill Loki with it, it would be a long and painstaking process, one that would only work if Set managed to keep Loki from putting any amount of distance between them–Nephthys shouted and hissed in an ancient Egyptian language that Loki could only understand thanks to his All-tongue. He’d spent some time with Thoth, learning the ancient language, but he hadn’t come to master it yet without use of the All-tongue.

    “Yes,” he hissed. “You miserable old bitch. That’s what I said. All this time Set thought he couldn’t have children, but in reality, you just didn’t give him one.” While the death goddess was distracted with reformulating a plan, Loki brought his knee up between Set’s legs with enough force that it sent the god stumbling backward. Even deities had a difficult time ignoring the outrageous amount of pain that radiated from taking a direct hit to the groin and Loki’s bone and skin density certainly didn’t make it any easier on his lover.

    “Sorry, Set,” Loki hissed, prying the dagger away from him while he was hunched over in pain. “You have to fight her. Right now. She can’t control you anymore and she can’t come between us unless you let her. Please, Set, fight her.”

     The mind-controlled red god just stared at the other and waited but as he continued to wait for his new orders from the death goddess, he couldn’t help but look down and make small uncontrollable twitches. As if he was fighting deep down and gaining back control. 

     Set started to move, twitch and what it seemed like stretch in some sense but...all looked painful and uncomfortable. As he was told, set was fighting--he barely heard Loki under the spell but that seemed to be enough to continue to fight. Meanwhile Nephthys continued to process the news over and over in her deranged mind. 

      ❝ ---Osiris will be so upset with me...SO upset....I-I can’t....I c-can’t.. ❞

    The goddess turned her sight back at Loki then at his stomach. If she couldn’t kill the baby...because of Osiris’s rage not to mention Set’s once he was free from her--which was wearing off more and more, WELL than she would just STEAL the baby. Then she could say she had Set’s child right? RIGHT?!  Nephthys turned back at Set--

    ❝ My love, gut this harlet open and retrieve the baby for me, would you? But do be careful with MY baby. ❞

[thesinful-lot]

Sakaarian Reunion | Loki & Arya

@dearlokigodofmischief

Arya had been on the run in Pandora for almost a year after her recapture. She had managed to get out of the compound thanks to a little help from a friend, but it wasn’t as easy to get off planet via fast travel anymore. So she had scraped together the old transporter Scooter had made and risked literally everything, as Jack’s men barreled in on her. One of them must have knocked something because when she flew through the portal, she was not anywhere she had been before. A ship flew overhead with a banner reading  “How Lucky Are You To Live In Sakaar?!” Making her way to what looked like the main city, she was intercepted and trapped within the first few miles.  

She had been taken before the Grandmaster and thrown at his feet. Only for a shocking revelation when he helped her back up.         “My deepest apologies... Arya was it? Please tell me I am right in assuming that those very unique markings covering half of your .... completely naked -WHY IS SHE COMPLETELY NAKED SOMEONE GET HER A DAMN DRESS OR SOMETHING MY GOD!” He yelled part way through his monologue. Arya blinked rapidly but he continued before she could compose herself.      “Sorry, where was I? your previously bare body... those tattoos, RIGHT! You my lovely Arya, are a Ahhh siren, am I right?” Arya laughed at the word play on her name, which made the Grandmaster smile, and she realised that hiding who she was wasn’t necessarily going to be a curse wherever she went.       “I am indeed, do you want me to show you what I can do?” She says in a sweet tone, wrapping herself up in the dress she was clothed in. 

                      ---- One Year (possibly) later ----

Arya smiled as she looked out her window at the sunny day ahead of her. She was going to trawl the yards for survivors that were going to be used to help the city somehow. She climbed into her buggy the Grandmaster had set her up with, and took out over the trash and waste with a grin. It was about half way through the day when she saw someone of interest flying through the air and towards the lake at a frightening speed.    Green cape, gold helmet thingy, jet black hair... its was him! Arya squealed in excitement and revved her engine, speeding over in the direction he was heading. 

She heard and saw the splash and the God was hurtled into the water. She dove in without a second of hesitation, using her tattoos to light up the murky lake. She saw the disruption from his landing in the bubbles, and sped over to him, dragging him up with determination. She gasped as she hit air, and called out to her bots using her siren frequency to give her a hand. She was still so happy with all the gifts and tech she had received from the Grandmaster, and now she could show her first off-worlder friend.      “Loki!” She yells at him when he doesn’t imediately wake up.     “Hey!” She yells wacking his chest once with force. He coughed and she turned him when the water begun spewing from his mouth.       “Oh shoot,” she says moving his hair from his face, “you’re okay.” She sat back and smiled with relief once he had come to,

[shakenjester]

If you Love Me...

@dearlokigodofmischief from here

I- I-

> You take a step back, averting your gaze. You can’t stand that angry look. You just want to help, even if it means hurting yourself. You just want to be around him. He’s so amazing and you have no words for him.

Yeah okay. I’m sorry.

> Your usefulness has run out, you guess.