May 1
@deceitfultrickry asked: “Oh, you meant to fall like that?”
"Yep, just for funsies. What gave me away?"
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@deceitfultrickry asked: “Oh, you meant to fall like that?”
"Yep, just for funsies. What gave me away?"
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@deceitfultrickry sent: Loki had won a massive stuffed panda at a carnival(he cheated, of course), and it was now sitting in her bedroom. Surprise!
A flicker of confusion crossed her features before the shape of the stuffed animal fully registered. Lips stretched into a bright smile then, and the empath lifted it carefully, as if it were real. She admired it for a moment — it was as tall as her.
"Loki!" Mantis beamed, stepping out of her room and wandering the corridors of the Benatar. She dragged the panda behind her. "Loki, where are you? I want to say thank you!"
@deceitfultrickry has decided to become a target – ! || Send dudes I mean nudes. Always accepting!
Ѡ [ butts. ]
That had to be a trick. Knowing who it was from, there was no way Loki would do that. Or would he? He was always so hard to read that James didn't want to even ask why. Dealing with the God of Mischief never was fun, especially if he was picking on you.
James is typing . . .
[ TXT → Mischief Bitch 👿 ] You're playing tricks again, Trickster? [ TXT → Mischief Bitch 👿 ] Never in a century would I believe you actually sent me that. [ TXT → Mischief Bitch 👿 ] Ain't falling for it. Nope.
@deceitfultrickry liked for a starter
Sylvie stomped through the floors of the prison, ignoring whatever the guards had to say as she searched the cells. Finally, she found the one she was looking for. She stepped up onto the raised platform the prison sat on, laying her hand on the transparent shield that acted as prison bars. "So you are alive, then." She told him softly. She hardly believed it when their Mother had come to her to explain that Thor had gone to Midgard in pursuit of their presumed dead brother.
"You left me here. Alone." She accused.
@deceitfultrickry
“I’m gonna level with you here. I’m a big fan because you’re pretty but lets be honest, I don’t like when you mimic me to be a buttload.”
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@deceitfultrickry gets Hecate
“The trickster, in the halls of Hecate. This can only mean my evening tea is ruined.“
@deceitfultrickry
“Are you here to wine and dine me? Last time we came across each other, you tried to throw me out a window.”
My muse has just woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “Ssh, you’re okay” to calm and comfort them. | Accepting
@deceitfultrickry left a message: “Ssh, you’re okay.”
At first Natasha wonders if she’s still asleep, still dreaming. Still trapped in her own mind.
“Loki?”
Confusion mars her brow, her mind had never exactly been trustworthy especially when asleep or just waking. Is he real? She considers asking him, but he could say anything, no she has to make certain he is. But the way her body is shaking, she feels unsure if her legs can hold her and she can’t decided which is better or worse, that he is real or that he isn’t. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen him in her mind like this, his voice echoing in her subconscious.
But hadn’t he died?
Then again, so had she and she was definitely real and very much alive, soul or not.
Slowly, carefully she sits up on the sofa, feet planted firmly on the floor before rising and reaching out.
“Are you…” against her better judgment she voices the question she’s wrestling with, “are you real?” There’s a little hint of desperation in her voice, hope that he is, because it means she is awake and no longer trapped within her own mind and it’s terrible lack of mercy.