#heimskringlas

[titlacahuans]

"...I understand, as the eldest it is my duty to do the things no one else wants to, but I've my limits too. Do these idiots even have any idea just how many of my people dies on the daily? I cannot take a break from guiding souls just to assist to whatever cock-measuring contest is going on here."

@heimskringlas

[shcrdcdlifc]

Continued from: x

“…I’m sorry Sir for appearing weak, it’s just my stomach feels a little upset. I’m not gonna umm you know…no worries. Just need to relax, I didn’t mean to cause a scene here...”

He explained as small beads of sweat drip down from his forehead, flushed freckled cheeks as he tries to stay conscious despite his dizziness. He didn’t like getting sick, it made him vulnerable and unable to protect those he cares about.

The jewel shard embedded in his lower back was glowing a bright pink, he was having trouble keeping the glow down as he struggled to look at the god.

@heimskringlas

[destructivemindset]

@heimskringlas: "interesting choice of name ~"

"i considered hermes, but since he laid claim to me, i felt it'd be weird to name my cat after him. persephone felt more fitting, given their suspiciously similar circumstances that i am not admitting or owning up to."

[eyesofcuriosity]

A brunch/lunch starter for @heimskringlas !

Three days have indeed flew by ever since she made that agreement/challenge with Loki. It might have been a pointless thing to do but, why not? Life is far too short and why shouldn't one try these sort of little games? The first day though she has spent on deciding on the dishes themselves and buying the ingredients, also trying her best to follow the recipes. Since some of the dishes she has picked out, were something she has never made before so it was a bit of an extra layer to the challenge!

The other two days she has spent in kitchen, making breaks only when she needed to wait for the meal to be done, or eat/sleep herself. She wanted to impress him, maybe prove a point or not, he was an unpredictable deity and for now she was thanking her lucky stars that so far....things went somewhat smoothly between them! And if everything ends well, hopefully he wont be too annoyed with her request!

On the final day, she once made her way to the meadow they have met and spoke, carrying heavy basket under her arm she was looking around, a bit curious where he would appear from.... Before that she did spread a warm blanket on the grass, taking a seat herself she began to arrange plates, forks, knives and spoons and glasses as well. "Hmmm.....now did I pack sauce plates...." she mused to herself while taking a look at the ridiculously large basket.

[friern]

@heimskringlas s.c

Much   like   her   this   being   had   lived   a   long,   long   life   and   just   from   a   glance   Frieren   could   tell   they   were   incredibly   powerful.   (And   from   what   she   perceived,   unhinged)   He   certainly   wasn't   someone   she   particularly   wished   to   deal   with   ....   but   alas,   leaving   now   would   come   off   as   suspicious.

how   bothersome   .....   "I'm   merely   here   to   gather   herbs   ..."   she   spoke   coolly,   ensuring   she   didn't   make   eye   contact   with   him.   "I   won't   be   long   .."

[midokai]

     ❝     oh,     it’s you again,     ❞     though his mien is emotionless,     for the most part,     the tone of voice used to speak those words into existence are vaguely irritated.     ❝     it’s beginning to seem as if you’re following me.      ❞     ♡!     //    @heimskringlas

[tsukinowamuku]

@heimskringlas || starter call. (accepting.)

ㅤㅤ"... TCH. Guess I owe you one then, huh ? " He breathed out with a displeased sigh once they were in the clear, dreading just what he would have to do in order to repay his debt. Life was easier without having to rely on others ( though in this case, it happened so suddenly ).

[magnusalterum]

@heimskringlas

So far, Lovecraft barely spoke a word to the other gods. Instead, he hovered over a table piled high with cakes, cookies, && other desserts, the only saving grace in a meeting full of near strangers. The poorest representation of the Sea God's family && capabilities in his own opinion, yet he'd still allowed his father to goad him into attending in their name. Truthfully, Lovecraft wanted as little as possible to do with his relatives after they'd left him to rot when he was created, but he'd still been unable to speak against his father. Almost as if his mouth had been muzzled & his hands tied.

When he'd been announced to the waiting group as making his first appearance as his father's child, all the stares, the murmurs had made Lovecraft's skin itch down to the muscle. He knew what he (&& a few choice other gods) were considered. Modeled after the eldest, the most otherworldly gods, but considered the most unappealing && the least worthy of worship. Though he presented himself as human, dressed in long seafoam robes && a jagged crown of shells upon his head, long dark hair braided && decorated with even more shells, he was far from it, tentacles undulating underneath his skin.

Uncomfortable as he was, the feeling only grew as a somehow familiar god approached him, power absolutely emanating from his very existence. He stood about half a head shorter than Lovecraft, with mostly emerald hair && purple eyes that looked much like a goats. His dark boots were thigh high && his tops had gap in the center to show off his chest. Something about him felt mocking, almost insulting && there was a dangerous, yet playful, glint in his eyes that made Lovecraft's nose wrinkle.

Oh, he knew who exactly this 'stranger' was. Everyone had heard the stories, or gossip rather, about this person, from eating a woman's heart to relentlessly exchanging harsh words with fellow gods to his sadistic love of violence. Lovecraft hadn't ever seen his face, but he still recognized him.

❝ Loki, the God of Mischief... ❞ Hardly a greeting, but Lovecraft had never been good as socializing with other gods. Even with his natural curiosity && magnetic attraction to the other, he could hardly bear his presence. But...Lovecraft was there to represent his father Poseidon, Llŷr, or Nodes, whatever they knew him as, && as much as his dislike for them ran deep as the abyss from which he came, he feared disappointing them.

❝ To what do I owe the...pleasure, ❞ Obviously, he was there for some every-millenia meeting, but why choose the person that clearly was in no mood to speak?