#thatgodofmischief

[ruleroftheninerealms]

thatgodofmischief answered to your post “how many of you read threads that aren’t yours?”

*raises both hands* I'm not even ashamed.

im wondering because it seems that while a lot of people follow this blog, only a few participate in the roleplay, so like, what percentage actually read the threads?

[ellerybaratheon]

✧ [[ All teh memes ]]

Send ✧ for a dream my muse had with yours in it

"Ohh I remember one, it was..interesting. I think I was meant to find a whole flock of these mysterious birds, but instead they kept escaping. Then Loki turned up and tried to tell me how to catch them, but, err…we didn’t get that far."

[[Oh god damn it Elly you skank]]

[ellerybaratheon]

* thatgodofmischief ;)

Send me a * and a url, and my muse will talk about that muse whilst drunk

"Loki? Oh he’s jus’ the best, always looking so handsoome, I wish he’d do me already though.." *Cue Elly giggling like a moron and falling over*

[kneel-for-your-queen]

HWOIS

[tasedagod-archive]

Open to Lokis

themischiefunderyourbed, silvertongueturnedtoblood, thatgodofmischief, heimskrhefnd, froidetsilencieux, thewintersiege, iamlokithekingofabrokencrown, fallenangelofmischief, theroguetrickster, you-crave-subjugation, thisismynaturalstate

Darcy had heard the news of Loki’s death. She had seen Thor grieve in his own way and had sympathized with him, even if she didn’t hold his brother in the highest regard. So, knowing that he was supposed to have been dead for months, it was a bit of a nasty shock to walk into the lab one morning to try to get some things done before Jane came in and find him there. Her coffee fell from her hand, the mug shattering and the hot coffee spilling across the floor.

“Holy shit…”

[kneel-for-your-queen]

Thank you radio

So while I was looking up Lokicest, Do I Wanna Know started playing. Of course.

[iwanttopunchthemoon-archive]

*kisses* You’ve caught the kissing disease. Now you’ve gotta pass it on to the next ten people on your dash

"....You too?"

[thefalconden]

Dead Island

thatgodofmischief

When Sam decided to go on a vacation, she expected her biggest problem would be forgetting to put on sunscreen. However, it seemed like the world loved to screw with her because her biggest problem wasn't a sun burn, it wasn't even forgetting her favorite swimsuit. Her biggest problem was trying to escape the horde of monsters attempting to break inside her hotel room.

Those were the thoughts that passed her mind as she packed her bag with the necessary supplies. She had gathered the food from the mini fridge, along with the first aid kit that the hotel provided and extra change of clothes. The only thing that was missing was a weapon, she had searched around for something to use but didn't have any luck but she couldn't be concerned about that now, especially when the monsters outside seemed hellbent on breaking down her door. With one final look around her room, Sam swiftly pulled on her bag and climbed out the open window, using her bed sheets as rope.

It was about halfway down, when she first heard the sound of tearing and it was a second later when the sheet ripped in half, causing her tell let out a loud scream as she fell to the floor. Sam let out a small groan as she slowly got up, nothing was broken but everything hurt. Dusty off her clothes, Sam started to make out a noise coming from a distance, turning to the source, she could see three zombies making their way over to her, most likely attracted by the noise she had made and there would probably be more to follow. Without a second thought, Sam quickly turned around and ran in the other direction.