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exporting this blog & planning on deleting it. you can find me @nomadiiccc

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so, i’ve kinda moved to a new blog. this one got a little too big and it was stifling. i took on too many things and i didn’t know how to step back and take a break. i’m not giving out my new url just because i need to keep my new blog small. i need to keep it to people i can gel with really well and that i don’t have to constantly push myself to reply to. a lot of it is my own insecurities, the feeling of not being good enough to keep up with people with amazing plots & writing. i apologize for leaving you hanging and i hope you know that if i haven’t followed on the new blog i still think you’re rad. it’s just a matter of compatability and comfort. thanks. <3
Loki Laufeyson, according to Tumblr tags
Requested by the-usurper-of-hlidskjalf, inspired by x
He who busies himself with things other than improvement of his own self becomes perplexed in darkness and entangled in ruin. His evil spirits immerse him deep in vices and make his bad actions seem handsome.
Hazrat Ali (r.a)
I always found people replaceable Like the battery in a child’s toy phone Undress your chest let me see inside I’ll wrap it in rope and I leave before you thank me That was never me being humble That’s fear of the unknown I’ve always wanted to know the feeling of love Unlike deep caressing The one where you can read each other’s mind Where you share body parts Becoming one Growing panic over detachment But they call it true love I call it unreality I mean after a while People get boring Call me conceited and stuck up I call it never learning But I’ve known you so long and have grown to love you But I don’t feel what you feel Explain it once more I’m one without feelings for others Or so that’s what people tell me I’m cold hearted I’m selfish I call it normal for all to hear
Step Into The Serene (via stepintotheserene)

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Today I am in control because I want to be. I have my fingers on the switch, but have lived a lifetime ignoring the control I have over my own world. Today is different.
A.S. King, Please Ignore Vera Dietz
이집트컨셉 (이라고우기는)
Isn’t it funny.I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via hqlines)

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‘tis with thoroughly SUDDEN intent and a flare of surprise that contracted pupils fasten to the other, dark centers nigh swallowed by metallic hues which swiftly observe the ensnared & ancient gem. blinking, CRAVING; a froth of laughter is urging abruptly behind his lips, stifled by a MERCILESS smile. indeed, such boldness and ambition had not been anticipated where Silver presumed apathy at best to reside for such base things as demolition and chaos, confessed as much while graceful limbs UNFURL from his shady perch.
❛ my, Sim, I hadn’t known your interests were so depraved.❜
his palms ITCH as unfaltering strides advance him, and errantly he soothes them against the metal staff, a savory inhale drawn from the humming power beneath gliding fingertips. INSISTING their spidery grasp around Sim’s own wrist, towing forward, entreating poisonous breath against the hollow of his dear twin’s ear —
❛how bloody?❜
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the swiftness with which silver rises and the sudden deranged interest glinting like light over shattered glass is enough to set his teeth on edge. he will not yet call it fear, but certainly wariness. the sceptre’s influence subtly influences the inherent possessiveness lurking within his psyche and his fingers tighten around the staff reflexively.
❝ i enjoy the element of SURPRISE, ❞ he offers with a shrug of nonchalance, yet he is anything but relaxed. there is too much interest honed within those unnatural silver eyes, hungry and covetous as they fixate upon HIS prize. muscles grow taut beneath those grasping fingers, jawline rippling with tension. TOO CLOSE ! not only to his own moon-kissed skin, but to the gem, the cerulean glow beckoning him to violence and glory.
❝ i thought to paint that abysmal tower on midgard in the avengers’ blood and pose thor atop the structure like one of those absurd angels on their trees at yule. ❞ was that enough to ensnare the other’s collaboration? or perhaps he needed more. ❝ there will of course be witnesses and...obstacles to be dealt with. however much your appetite requires. ❞
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I don’t know, they were on my mind all weekend and then this happened :p
Thor brought you back, Loki. He loves you. And that means he’ll take care of you. He’ll always take care of you. —Thor #621 (2011)
Listening to Loki’s explanation, Adam slowly paced around the room that Loki had created in the cave. It was cozy, and if the bats could not come in, then he would feel safe for a while. At least until some other creature may try to come in. On a strange planet, not knowing the simplest of things, he wouldn’t know how to protect himself. It was almost as if he was an infant in need of someone to care for,and protect,him.
“We do have stories with magic, but none of them are true. They are considered fiction, the magic metaphors for other things.” Mauling over the idea of it, Adam stopped in his tracks, close to the entrance of the room where they had come in from. He’d had an unsettling feeling about it since they’d arrived. But he wouldn’t question it. It had to be paranoia. Or maybe he would test it, later, when Loki was asleep. “I wonder..Do you think the possibility of magic being mentioned in Earth’s fiction derives from your people visiting our realm?”
Loki’s eyes tracked the pacing of his new companion, sharp and alert. There was always something predatory about his gaze--not necessarily that of a predator on the hunt, but a fierce creature backed into a corner and prepared to fight its way out at any cost. Wounded, he would still prevail and if not, then death would be an apt price for freedom.
The very corners of the god’s lips twitched and then quirked into a faint smile. “I don’t think so,” he began, seeming to dismiss the musician’s theory. “I know so. Our people have been visiting this place for centuries, for millenia even. We have a long and complicated history with this realm, and there are beings more firmly rooted here with magic of their own. I would never say that Midgard is devoid of magic, only that its practitioners are perhaps less powerful but more adept at hiding it.”

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Son of a monster… Did I play my part right?
“How many centuries deep is your wound?” - Adonis, from “Unintended Worship”, If Only the Sea Could Help (Green Integer, 2003)