Eir Goddess of Darkness & Healing

As always, he was tinkering in his lab when she comes in. He looks up quickly from the potion he was working on and gives her a wide smile. “You are always disappearing on me when I least expect it. Tell me of your adventures now. I promise I am listening even though my hands are busy. I am trying to tweak a healing potion. Trying to see if it can be enhanced with Midgardian ingredients.”

When she was finished, it had been clear her mind had been working on other stuff and she looked over the stuff in front of him.

“If you think about it in the shower, you’re not over it.”

“Skin is just people crust.”

“When I die I want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close.”

“Pro tip: glue a tiny mirror over your driver’s license photo so when you hand it to the police they will get confused and arrest themselves instead.”

“One of my clearest highschool memories is of the time I asked my freshman bio teacher what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said ‘Assassinated.’“

“Who needs ghosts? Haunt your own house. Wander around your own living room wailing and crying.”

“Whatever entity made this is descending into hell as we speak.”

“Wait. If you have social anxiety, and I have social anxiety, then who’s going to order the food?”

“How do you unsubscribe from anxiety?”

“People who tell me i shouldn’t drink lava: the media. People who lie: the media. Conclusion: i am going to drink lava.”

“Threw a boomerang like six years ago and it never came back so now I live in constant fear.”

“Ok how do you politely tell someone you want to hit them with a brick?”

“Have you ever met the human version of a headache?”

“I’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that I can’t escape is one of them.”

“That sounds like responsibility and i want no part in it.”

“When they show a scene from two seasons ago in the ‘previously on’ you know something fishy is about to happen.”

“Being a pessimist is great, I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised.”

“Once you’ve read the dictionary, every other book you read is just a remix.”

“Every book you’ve ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters.”

“I’m not an adult, I’m a child with a drinking permit!”

(more under the cut)

“If you think about it in the shower, you’re not over it.”

“Skin is just people crust.”

“When I die I want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close.”

“Pro tip: glue a tiny mirror over your driver’s license photo so when you hand it to the police they will get confused and arrest themselves instead.”

“One of my clearest highschool memories is of the time I asked my freshman bio teacher what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said ‘Assassinated.’“

“Who needs ghosts? Haunt your own house. Wander around your own living room wailing and crying.”

“Whatever entity made this is descending into hell as we speak.”

“Wait. If you have social anxiety, and I have social anxiety, then who’s going to order the food?”

“How do you unsubscribe from anxiety?”

“People who tell me i shouldn’t drink lava: the media. People who lie: the media. Conclusion: i am going to drink lava.”

“Threw a boomerang like six years ago and it never came back so now I live in constant fear.”

“Ok how do you politely tell someone you want to hit them with a brick?”

“Have you ever met the human version of a headache?”

“I’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that I can’t escape is one of them.”

“That sounds like responsibility and i want no part in it.”

“When they show a scene from two seasons ago in the ‘previously on’ you know something fishy is about to happen.”

“Being a pessimist is great, I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised.”

“Once you’ve read the dictionary, every other book you read is just a remix.”

“Every book you’ve ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters.”

“I’m not an adult, I’m a child with a drinking permit!”

(more under the cut)

anyway so i just read through the new posts tumblr & tumblr support put out about this and here’s the low-down for my fellow members of the rpc:

written content containing “erotica” is still allowed – aka you can still write all your smut

nudity found in art like sculptures & illustrations is also fine – this does not include gifs of scenes from tv shows, movies, etc. that have explicit material such as genitalia and sexually explicit acts

if you’ve reblogged sexually explicit (visual) content and were not the original poster of it, you have nothing to worry about – tumblr is contacting the poster & it will likely be removed from tumblr and therefore your blog

aka save it to your computer if you really really want it i guess

this process isn’t going to be perfect – some things you think are fine will be flagged & vice versa. give it time.

also if there’s anything you’re the original poster of that is flagged & you disagree, you can appeal it to tumblr

if your blog was flagged as explicit, that is now obsolete by these new guidelines – your blog will still be overlaid with a content filter when viewed directly

if you think you’ve been incorrectly marked as explicit, go here: https://www.tumblr.com/support

THEY AREN’T KICKING YOU OFF – removal of content, not people

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♔—- “All right,” Loki agreed, figuring it was probably foolish to argue with Eir’s logic. If she wanted to sit around to insist that he was okay, he wasn’t going to argue. It wouldn’t be the first time he slept with her close by and it probably wouldn’t be the last. There was no sense of awkwardness there, aside from, of course, the fact that his best friend had been assisting Odin in caging his son for so many years.

‘She didn’t know what she was doing,’ Loki silently reminded himself. ‘You can’t place the blame on her.’

Using magic in his injured and weakened state wasn’t the smartest idea, not when the wards that injured him in the first place were also able to impact his own magic and the way he would have normally, properly healed. So, instead of changing into something more comfortable to sleep in with a simple brush of magic—like he normally would—he disappeared into a massive walk-in closet and closed the door behind him for a bit of privacy. 

Stripping out of his armor took a bit of work and care, especially when it came to pulling pieces over his head. He had to exercise extreme caution to keep from bumping the injury that still had yet to heal. Even with Eir’s help, he wasn’t back to 100% just yet. After some time, he managed to undress and although he cringed at doing so, he left his armor on the floor of his closet. Selecting a soft, emerald-colored robe from one of many hooks that held many different styles of robes, Loki wrapped himself up in the luxurious fabric and tied it closed. The mischief-maker rarely slept in anything more than a robe and, perhaps, a face mask, but given how much his head ached, he figured he’d have to skip that portion. 

Only once he was modestly covered did he reemerge from the closet and cross over to his round, oversized bed. Without a word, he pulled back the covers and climbed beneath them, covering himself all the way up to his neck. Unusual, really, considering how easy it was for him to feel too over-heated, but the blankets helped him feel grounded and safe after the emotional turmoil and physical trauma he’d just endured.

Eir kept her gaze on him, watching him silently before she moved the chair just a little bit closer to the bed. In the time that it took him to get changed, she spent it mulling over her thoughts and ultimately trying to think of the best place to start.

She would fix things, this much she assured herself.

Once close enough, she set a hand on the bed. “Close your eyes my prince,” she murmured softly, wanting to run her fingers through his hair, do anything really that would ensure he would sleep soundly, “I will be here when you awaken.”

Eir’s hand remained on the bed and it glowed softly, a sign that she was using her magic to heal him. Almost instantly, the bed was covered in a soft glow and she started down the path of healing and discovery.

It took Eir a long five hours to finally find what she was looking for. In that time, she had healed Loki as much as she could, although her hand did seem to continue to glow, her way of keeping him from being concussed; her eyes were closed and she appeared to be dozing in the chair. There was no peace or comfort in her expression as was the normal, the peace being replaced with irritation.

Suddenly, the glow of her hand stopped and Eir jolted awake with a scream. Thankfully not a loud scream, or at least loud enough to alert any of the guards should they be near. Her heart pounded and her hands rushed to push her hair away from her face, continuing even when it was all done. The dream, if you could call it that, came rushing back to her and she remembered what had woken her up.

Good evening one and all!

I have returned after a brief period of business. With all my realm hoping as well as universe hoping, not to mention my mun being overloaded with work, time to myself was necessary. My thoughts and memories had become muddled up and time was required to sort them out appropriately.

While the Midgardian season of Yuletide Holidays are upon us, don’t expect me to delve in too deep to it. At most you may find some mistletoe about and if so… Perhaps we could have some fun?

With that being said, I bid you aideu for the night and please don’t hesitate to reach out and get in contact with me. I do love conversations

Blessed Yuletide everyone

Eir xx

Good evening one and all!

I have returned after a brief period of business. With all my realm hoping as well as universe hoping, not to mention my mun being overloaded with work, time to myself was necessary. My thoughts and memories had become muddled up and time was required to sort them out appropriately.

While the Midgardian season of Yuletide Holidays are upon us, don’t expect me to delve in too deep to it. At most you may find some mistletoe about and if so… Perhaps we could have some fun?

With that being said, I bid you aideu for the night and please don’t hesitate to reach out and get in contact with me. I do love conversations

Blessed Yuletide everyone

Eir xx