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          мιѕ¢нιєƒ ιѕ σηℓу тнє вєgιηηιηg           a doorway to something                                                             мυ¢н мσяє…                                                              ρσѕѕιвιℓιтιєѕ.

♔—- Independent. Selective. Multi-verse. Multi-ship. ♔—- Friendly towards AUs, crossovers, and OCs. ♔—- Please read the rules and about pop ups tabs before interaction. ♔—- 3 years of experience as Loki, 10+ years of role-play experience. ♔—- Remake of the original dearlokigodofmischief blog.

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          мιѕ¢нιєƒ ιѕ σηℓу тнє вєgιηηιηg           a doorway to something                                                             мυ¢н мσяє…                                                              ρσѕѕιвιℓιтιєѕ.

♔—- Independent. Selective. Multi-verse. Multi-ship. ♔—- Friendly towards AUs, crossovers, and OCs. ♔—- Please read the rules and about pop ups tabs before interaction. ♔—- 3 years of experience as Loki, 10+ years of role-play experience. ♔—- Remake of the original dearlokigodofmischief blog.

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Please click the photo for a direct link to the new blog or click dearlokigodofmischief!!!

Hope to see all of you lovely people there! I will leave this blog up so anyone can go back and look through it, but it is now archived. Come say hello over on the new blog!

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&&Important Announcement!!

{ outofmagic }

So Tuesday September 1st is this blog’s third anniversary, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have put three years of work and love and energy into developing Loki. I will continue to do so, as this blog has become an extremely important part of me and I love all of you guys and everyone who makes Tumblr such an amazing experience for me.

That being said, I believe it’s time to move this blog to a new account.

Now, I won’t be deleting this blog. This blog will be archived and attached to my new account for the purpose of keeping all of my work in tact and for the memories.

Overall, I’m moving for a couple of reasons:

This is a secondary blog. I really hate using secondary blogs. I wish I had made Loki a primary from the beginning.

I’d like a fresh start with my tags so everything will be organized from the very beginning. In truth, my blog was not all that organized when I first started.

I’d like a fresh start with everything, really. Although I love working on Loki and I love the atmosphere of his blog, I often feel like I’m in a rut.

I believe it will make starting up new interactions easier.

Loki deserves a primary blog.

And a lot of other reasons.

I’ve been debating on remaking Loki for a long time now, and I think I’ve finally come to terms with the idea of moving him to a primary blog. I’ve been fighting with this idea for months and I’ve decided that I’m not going to get the idea out of my head until I actually do it, so here’s the deal:

On September 1st, I will officially be moving to a new blog with the same URL. I think it will be nice to have the official move on the anniversary of the day the blog was made.

Until the 1st, this blog will remain active, but once the first comes around, all threads will be transferred to the new blog. I won’t be dropping any threads, and I will refollow everyone on the 1st. For the next week, I’ll be doing my best to stay caught up on drafts while I set up my new blog.

Once I remake, I will archive this blog and post a link for the new blog, so everyone can find me and refollow if they’d like to. Once the new blog is up and running, I will definitely be ready to take on new RPs and plots.

Once the new blog is up and running, I will make a post to direct everyone to it. 

Thank you all for making the last three years amazing, and I really hope that I see you guys on the new blog!

Love you all <3

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Amazing…Truly and utterly amazing! To have such advanced senses! Oh, what that must have been like! “Really? Different hues and such? Or perhaps new colors all together…that must be something.” she murmured, trying to imagine what it would be like to see different colors, to have his senses and the like. How marvelous that would be!

Wynter approached the spot where the Siren had situated himself, the young woman taking a seat in the damp sand. She didn’t care if her dress got wet, if sand and bits of seaweed stuck to it, she had others she could change into. A dress was hardly as important as learning about a whole new species that was previously believed to be nothing more than a fairy story.

A frown touched her lips for a moment or so as he confessed that a great number of the shipwrecks in question were caused by his kind. So that wasn’t just myth or wild sailor’s stories…Sirens really did lurk on the rocks and draw ships and sailors alike to their boom. How utterly terrifying… Wynter suddenly found herself very grateful that her Uncle had insisted that she was brought to the estate via the carriage, rather than boat that she’d originally thought she’d be traveling on. 

The young woman cleared her throat softly, chasing away those thoughts. She hadn’t gone by boat, her ship had not been overturned by Sirens, so there was no use in fretting over such thoughts. No, she was fine, she was in one piece and she was breathing. 

“Wouldn’t it be something to find such ruins, though? Just imagine being able to step foot, or rather swim through, somewhere that no person has been for centuries…It’d be haunting, don’t you think? Haunting but utterly fascinating.”

♔—- "Obviously I’ve never seen out of human eyes before, but I believe the spectrum that we see is somewhat larger than that of humans. I see colors like blue and green and red, but I can see other colors like...” Well, how did one simply explain a color? That was next to impossible, wasn’t it? How could you describe the consistency of purple without relating it to another color? It was dark and it was majestic and it was regal, but what did that actually say about the color itself? Nothing.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure how to describe colors to you that you haven’t seen, I’m afraid,” he admitted, watching as Wynter came close to him. The siren didn’t move as she neared him, too afraid to scare her away with any sudden movement.

As silence stretched between them, Loki assumed she was taking in his confession. It wasn’t every day that one learned myth and legend were not only partially true, but completely true. Loki never took much liking to attacking entire ships to devour the sailors, mostly because the swarms that attacked the ships would often leave other bodies afloat in the water, left for the buzzards. Not every sailor could be devoured, and they had no means of keeping meat. Eating a human that had been dead for a week wasn’t exactly appetizing. 

Loki didn’t care much for pointless killing, but sirens had grown leery of such practices when more and more humans came to investigate the odd influx of shipwrecks in the area. Other sirens in different locations might have still stuck to the traditions, but Loki’s family didn’t usually.

“You’re right. It would be an amazing experience indeed. I’ve been through many parts of the sea, but I have never ventured far enough out to find such a place. In truth, I care more for exploring the surface than exploring sunken ruins. That could be exciting though. Perhaps Atlantis truly does exist? Who knows?”

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♔—- “Perhaps one day you will. I don’t have much from Asgard with me on this planet. Mostly books--” And Gods had Lei seen his vast collection of books. Most of his apartment was wall-to-wall shelving filled with books both new and ancient. Some were older than Loki. Some were from local bookshops, like Barnes and Noble. “Most of my clothing was made up of green and black. Gold too, on occasion. Since I was the son of the king, my attire was nothing short of regal, but, if I’m honest, it wasn’t always so impressive. Green has always been my favorite color though, so I’ve usually tried to incorporate that somehow.” He smiled at her. “And, for the record, purple does look lovely on you, but then again, so do most colors.”

Loki continued to wiggle his hips, as if that alone were enough to dance along to. In truth, it was just that simple. People overcomplicated the rhythm of the body more often than not with intricate steps and impossible positions. “Well, I’m a firm believer that if you can sway your hips in time with any given music, than you can be taught to dance well enough to impress onlookers,” Loki said, holding her up with his arm so she didn’t fall after her spin. “It just takes patience and practice and a good tutor.” He smiled. “Is that so? Glad to know that my reputation of being the fun one is starting to ring true again.”

Dance Lessons | Hatta & Loki

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to bring to life the words that Loki used to describe the events of Asgard.  Lei wondered what Loki would look like in the fine attire that he spoke of wearing – would he have smiled during those events the way that he was smiling at her now.  “I wish I could have seen your armor or your tunics or your dresses,” she said, opening her eyes to catch his smirk as they stood up.  “A lot of my dresses had red, since I lived with the Court of Hearts.  I had many purple ones as well, or dark blues, dark greens.  Purple is my favorite color, so there was a bit of that about in my wardrobe growing up.” It still was a favorite color of hers, but she had expanded her wardrobe after being in the Land Without Magic for so long.

“I remember some steps of more formal types.”  The hatter wrinkled her nose and nipped at her lips as she tried to remember the name to the song, humming a waltz-ish tempo.  “I can’t remember the name – “  The sight of Loki shaking his hips made her giggle, and Lei joined in, shaking her hips as well.  The excited motion caused her hair to flow back and forth, especially when she simply spun around, laughing louder as she grabbed on to Loki’s arms to stop herself. “Basics.  Basics sound good,” she finally answered, still unable to stop completely laughing happily.  “You’re fun to be around, you know that?”

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♔—- Once he finally fell asleep, Loki slept throughout the rest of the night and well into the morning. Usually the God only slept for four to five hours at a time, never needing much more than that, but because of the amount of alcohol in his system, he slept well past Tom’s awakening.

As sleep finally left him, Loki found that his head was pounding horribly from the hangover that plagued him. He couldn’t begin to remember how much alcohol he consumed and now his head reminded him fiercely why it was a poor idea to drink.

Tom headed to bed himself setting an alarm for later in the morning. It took him some time but he finally drifted off, his thoughts on if Loki would remember anything from the night before.

Tom woke slowly stretching out his body before finally dragging himself from his bed and down stairs to start on coffee and breakfast.

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♔—- “That does sound like a wonderful way to celebrate our victory. I can already taste the luxury.” Loki wasn’t a stranger to living without luxury, given the many quests he had been sent on in his earlier days, but this... Gods, this was so much more difficult than a quest. Quests could be long, but they always ended. Currently he and Azula, despite their plans, had no defined end point to their travels as peasants, and Loki didn’t favor it. Daydreaming about feasts and festivals might be enough to help him through it, however.

“Once the Fire Nation is under our control, we’ll see to it that we have everything we need, and want. Even if your clothes are still there, whose to say you can’t have new ones?” he asked, though it did strike him odd about how many different facades Zuko seemed to carry within Azula’s mind. In a way, this was much like Thor. Thor was an idiot and he was selfish, but he was also sentimental to a fault. Loki could describe his brother as someone he hated or as someone he loved and it would all depend on his mood. If he had to guess, Azula still harbored feelings of love for her elder brother as well

Bound by Fire

“We’ll throw a banquet in our own honour,” she decided  “I’ll have the servants wash and dress me, and you can wash and dress yourself,” she decided, trying to give both of them what they wanted for their first celebration.

“You’re a bit taller than Zuko, and quite a bit more lean than Ozai, so we’ll have to have the tailor work while you’re in the bath.  But if Zuko is the sap I think he is, he won’t have thrown out any of my clothes.”

Her descriptions of Zuko didn’t always line up–one minute he was the cruel tyrant who had locked her away to be tortured to death, another he was the sentimental sweetheart who would surely treasure any reminder of her.  Perhaps the fractured descriptions ere a byproduct of the block in her mind, as she forgot his more hurtful actions towards her, but perhaps there was something deeper at work here.

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&&Important Announcement!!

{ outofmagic }

So Tuesday September 1st is this blog’s third anniversary, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have put three years of work and love and energy into developing Loki. I will continue to do so, as this blog has become an extremely important part of me and I love all of you guys and everyone who makes Tumblr such an amazing experience for me.

That being said, I believe it’s time to move this blog to a new account.

Now, I won’t be deleting this blog. This blog will be archived and attached to my new account for the purpose of keeping all of my work in tact and for the memories.

Overall, I’m moving for a couple of reasons:

This is a secondary blog. I really hate using secondary blogs. I wish I had made Loki a primary from the beginning.

I’d like a fresh start with my tags so everything will be organized from the very beginning. In truth, my blog was not all that organized when I first started.

I’d like a fresh start with everything, really. Although I love working on Loki and I love the atmosphere of his blog, I often feel like I’m in a rut.

I believe it will make starting up new interactions easier.

Loki deserves a primary blog.

And a lot of other reasons.

I’ve been debating on remaking Loki for a long time now, and I think I’ve finally come to terms with the idea of moving him to a primary blog. I’ve been fighting with this idea for months and I’ve decided that I’m not going to get the idea out of my head until I actually do it, so here’s the deal:

On September 1st, I will officially be moving to a new blog with the same URL. I think it will be nice to have the official move on the anniversary of the day the blog was made.

Until the 1st, this blog will remain active, but once the first comes around, all threads will be transferred to the new blog. I won’t be dropping any threads, and I will refollow everyone on the 1st. For the next week, I’ll be doing my best to stay caught up on drafts while I set up my new blog.

Once I remake, I will archive this blog and post a link for the new blog, so everyone can find me and refollow if they’d like to. Once the new blog is up and running, I will definitely be ready to take on new RPs and plots.

Once the new blog is up and running, I will make a post to direct everyone to it. 

Thank you all for making the last three years amazing, and I really hope that I see you guys on the new blog!

Love you all <3

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♔—- A week passed after Loki had woken up, but still, the only life that seemed to exist within his mind was the life that he had been told wasn’t real. Over one thousand years of memories had been packed into those dreams of his. War, death, love, loss, gain, pain, agony, misery, children, magic. So many things that he had lived were now being ripped from him. Because they didn’t exist.

His mother and brother brought him photo albums to show him pictures from his childhood. Images of a young boy going off to school for the first time, and having his first girlfriend--then boyfriend--and learning how to drive. Such mundane things that were meant to make up his life, yet he could remember none of that.

The physical therapy helped him to be able to walk and talk again, but it didn’t seem like anything could erase those memories from his mind. And that... that frightened him greatly.

“Doctor,” Loki said as his doctor checked over his IVs and his charts. The progress he made was simply amazing in terms of physical improvement, but mentally, he was still on another planet all together. “I’m starting to worry for my mental well being. I’m not... I mean, I couldn’t possibly be going crazy, could I?” he asked.

“I don’t think you’re insane, Loki. Coma patients, those who still have active brain waves, often dream of worlds that they believe to be real. I don’t think that your case is any different. Give it some time. Your life will come back to you.”

“You said there was another patient here, one that was going through a similar issue.”

“Yes, there is,” the doctor answered, returning the charts to the pocket on the end of Loki’s bed. “He’s actually staying on this floor.”

“Could I speak with him? Talking to someone whose struggling as I am might.... might be helpful. If nothing else, I will feel less alone, less... lost.”

Fractured Realities

It was wrong. It was so wrong and twisted. It had to be untruth. It had to be untruth because how possible it was to live a whole life, a thousand of years of struggles, love and loss and….all of it only in his head?

He felt sick again.

How could it be just an imagination?!

He wasn’t crazy!

Wasn’t he?

When he woke up about a week ago all dazed and unable to cope with this new reality, he raged. As weak as he was he was more hurting himself then anything else. So they had to drug him, for his own good. After it happened few more times, including wailing and hysteria, he was given something to constantly dull his senses and a psychologist.

Darkspawn balls!

Falcor tiredly leaned his forehead against the too soft pillow that smelled of sweat and despair. His sweat and despair. He felt exhausted and trapped in this world where he couldn’t shapeshift and had no magic. No, here he was just a simple man, an artist. A man who was involved in a car accident where he lost his pregnant wife while they were on their way to a vacation. A man without a family or friends. A man who was brought half dead and spent the last year in a plant like state.

He wanted back to his Thedas.

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My inbox has been cleared out. Tomorrow I will not be on Tumblr. I’ll be taking a break. Tuesday the new blog will be active and this one will be archived.

This means I will NOT be taking anymore asks on this blog. If you have a question, please send it to the new blog.

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♔—- "I wish I knew,” Loki replied. “We’re children of Lilith, and they’re children of Eve. At least, that’s how they see it. I can’t speak for them. During my time in that prison cell, I faced a number of interrogations, pains, and torture that I will never forget.” The physical agony that the Church put him through was some of worst pain he had ever experienced. There were points when his body could no longer take the agony, and he gave into a blackout.

What was worst than that, however, was the very real death that he witnessed every day. One of the first he’s seen was a gruesome death where a witch had been drawn and quartered until his limbs were ripped off of his torso. Then wolves devoured him while he was still alive. That sight would haunt him forever, and it was quickly followed by the first time Loki was flogged until he fell victim to unconsciousness. 

“They like to pretend that they’re for peace, that they want to protect those who are willing to give up their center demons, but...” He sighed, shaking his head. “They live in a world where if people are not with them, then they are against them, and that’s all I can say about it. They don’t care about us. They never will. I can’t say I know why. Why follow a God that wants to do nothing but cause harm and death? Why praise him and do his bidding when he does nothing but harm?”

He carefully wrapped his arms around Lei’s shoulder, rubbing them gently in hopes of calming the young woman down. “I have a friend--” he started, unaware that Lei and Torin actually knew one another already. “He’s gathering supplies for us now. He was... trapped inside of that Hell hole with me and, honestly, without him, I don’t think I would have made it out. He kept me calm and sane when I wanted to scream and cry and just end it all. The Church may hate us, but you don’t have to be alone anymore, all right? As long as I can, I will do whatever I need to in order to protect you. I’ll try my hardest.”

Alone | Lei & Loki

She had come across Loki in her travels after her village had been raided.  Leiella had learned the meaning of alone over the weeks that followed that night.  She hadn’t been able to find anyone from her village.  There had been word of a few – namely Torin, but Leiella hadn’t been able to get to him.  She knew why Torin did what he did – to keep them out of the hands of the Church.  

Lei had found a small cave, tucked into a bit of brush and trees, near a stream.  It had been the type of hiding spot that Ryleiah had taught her to found when she was younger.  She sat by the small fire, making bundles of herbs and flowers. Each had a medicinal purpose.  It wasn’t magic, but more herbalism. Leiella was still rather terrified of her own magic, but that was a story for another day.  Perhaps later.

Listening to Loki caused her heart to ache.  It made her wonder how many people like them had lost their lives in this insanity. Yes, some of them were bad, but there were dark forces on either side of this conflict.  Lei didn’t even begin to understand it all.  This entire conflict was hurting her very soul.  Yes, some considered her magic dark, but she used it for good – always good.  Before the end of Loki’s words, she could feel the emotion building within him. That pained her more, especially when she saw his eyes.

“I know words only mean so much, especially in the chaos of the world we live in,” she whispered, “for right now, you aren’t alone.”  She reached out, squeezing his hand, while the other rested over his cheek.  “I have been on my own for weeks.  Our village was raided….some of us scattered.  I – I feel like I’m losing my mind in being alone. My friends…they – they helped me stay….grounded.  Why do they hate us all, Loki?”  She whispered, tears in her eyes now.

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♔—- “Hmm?” Loki hummed, glancing back at the woman. “Arkham? Never heard of it. A hospital of some sort, I expect. I haven’t been to a hospital in... Well, I haven’t been to one, actually.”

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Butt Grab: id say probably about a 8/9 Tom gropes his own ass and stares at himself wondering if he and Loki see truly that similar and sometimes stares trying to figure it out without groping Loki

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♔—- “I can see you staring, you know,” Loki said. “Perhaps you should, I don’t know, make an actual comparison. Staring isn’t going to help you much.”