#silvertounged

[curlingsilverhorns]

Sometimes the compulsion just hits regardless of place.

[curlingsilverhorns]

Month of Lokean Devotion

3. Kenaz- Creation, Fire of Renewal, Loki: Describe Loki as you have come to know Them.

Share a photo or describe something you’ve made as an offering to Loki.

The Loki that I have come to know and love is a brightly burning flame. An all-encompassing presence that, for better or worse, takes up my full attention when I am not careful and at least half when I am.

They are my bright burning love, the flame of rebellion, and the spark in my heart that gives me strength when I feel as if there is nothing else left. They are my comfort when I find I have none other, one that stokes the flames of righteous anger and someone who tries to build me up not to need the thoughts of others influencing me (a horrid battle that I fight and one they only help me find weapons for but never take part in themselves).

They are a trickster, yes, and one that at times makes even me uncomfortable with how they push and prod at society’s unspoken rules. But they are someone who I trust and who I love, but I am not afraid to turn and yell right back at them if need be or if they push me farther than I believe I am ready.

They are someone kind, someone sharp around the edges but oh so sweet when you get close. They are easily amused, happy with madness, and how mortals react and engage with their world and others around them. Endlessly curious, endlessly pushing others to express themselves truly and fully they never want you to ever lie to yourself.

They are a tall slim presence, burning bright red hair (or sometimes a burnished copper brown), and a smile full of sharp canines framed by those ever-present scars. Their eyes shine with an ever-present gold hue, honey gold and warm where his smile is not. In their arms, I feel safe, I feel powerful, and I know love and duty within them. I am no God-spouse (nor do I think I will ever be), but part of my heart belongs firmly to Loki, sure enough. That singular oath made within me is enough for me and I feel more than enough for them as well. They are a wolf at my back, a cackling fox, and a sharp-beaked crow guiding me to look ahead to find my own bath but never forcing me along. A suggestion, a nudge, and a whisper, but never a command.

As for offerings, I have come to offer them liquor quite a lot. I offer them my sexual gratification many times, my emotional experiences at others. I also try to share food from my plate (when I remember).

[curlingsilverhorns]

Month of Lokean Devotion

4. Ehwaz- Teamwork, Partnership, Gradual Development, Steady Progress: What is your relationship with Loki like?

What goals do you have for your path in the near future? What are you working on presently? Is there anything Loki has asked you to work on?

I am embarrassed to note that I have described a lot of my relationship with Loki in the previous post. Nevertheless, to elaborate further I would say that Loki is at the heart of things my partner and my friend. Someone who I love with everything and someone who loves me fiercely in return. We are not however each other’s everything.

Both of us I think are too realistic for that and too focused on our goals. Them being everything their Godly purview oversees, their other worshipers and followers and partners, his own family. Mine is my life, my family, my trying to continue my survival against my own push against it, and my endless trudge towards trying to be better, to find myself worthy, to see the good in me, and accept the bad that can’t or shouldn’t be changed.

Accepting my monstrousness alongside my glory. It is not co-dependency or at least working towards not being that though I do not know if it ever was after the first tentative month where all relationships which are new are cradled like fledglings close to the chest.

A great example of our relationship would actually be...the song Landslide by Oh Wonder. I express myself best through music, through the emotions and lyrics of song and sound. It is endlessly easier for me than stilted writing (like this) that gets overly formal or flowery or friendly.

If...there is any one thing Loki has asked me to work on it would be my self-image. My self-worth. If I don’t like something, they say I should change it. Stop complaining, get off my ass and work towards growth. Let the chaos and unsurety in so I can grow instead of staying in stagnant safety and hating myself. They tell me I have to find it within myself, not in others. It may be why I am being kept so sequestered, so alone. I need to learn to stand on my own two feet, never fully alone since I have family both in reality and in Loki and his brood but, also learn to ask for help and not rely on it, not to ask for it and then take advantage. It’s slow going, but I am trying to walk the path. I am afraid, but I will not stop. And if I falter I will stand again with Loki holding my hand tight.

[huboaris]

Is this what you call an ambush?

“Call it whatever you want, I don’t care.” Ah, so this was one of those chatty demons. But Inosuke didn’t come to talk, he came to fight. But for some reason, none of his many, many attacks were landing as he charges forward.

“Stop dodging, dammit!”

[meaveeshrim]

They underestimate you and your gifts."

“That’s cuz all my gifts go you you~

[medicineandmothering]

So this is the famed capital doctor." he enters the small cottage without being invited. "Yakuma Koshirou." he states with a paper in his hands "Doctor, halfer.. bastard. I don;t see anything here that would cause you to fraternize with people like that Utsuho fellow."

He tenses at the voice, despite not recognizing it. Mostly because no one was supposed to know he was here. Not even the rest of his own group knew exactly where he was staying.

Then the voice starts to list things about him that it shouldn’t know. Each one more alarming than the last. Yakuma never spoke to anyone about his birth father. No one should... know about any of that.

Despite the chill running through his body, he forces himself to keep a relative calm. He can’t panic now. The group’s plan relies on him keeping calm. And staying alive.

“And I take it you are... Hobaku.”