#makerofmischief

Y so snazzy?

Repost for the sake of activity notes please!

tagged by: thearchertheangel

tagging: makerofmischief, untowar, askprofessorx

BASICS:

name: Molly age: 22 prefered pronouns: she/her sexuality: straight, i don't fuckin know anymore zodiac sign: Leo~! taken or single: single three facts:  I have pretty brown hair and eyes, I'm funny and I'm double jointed in my thumbs and shoulders.

EXPERIENCE:

how long (months/years?): 2+ years how’d you start: Seeing people rp. platforms you’ve used: Tumblr, AIM, Kik, FB and skype worst experience: Being ignored. best experience: Meeting my people~ <3

MUSE PREFERENCES:

female or male: female original or canon: Cannon I guess. favorite face: Mine. hehehe Kat Dennings least favourite face: I can't think of one. multi or single: i have lots of muses now.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Sif sat, clearly bored upon the throne, cradling her chin in the palm of her hand as she listened to the third complaint in as many hours about the Jötnar who had come to Asgard for the Yule celebration that was about to be underway. It was only a handful, and thus far they hadn't even been out wandering around the city, but the general reaction to hearing about them was the same. 

"They are honored guests. If you cannot find it possible to welcome them, then I'm afraid that I cannot find it possible to welcome you." The threat in her voice was clear, and before he could respond, another voice cut him off.

"Eira!" 

Sif sat up as her toddler came barreling through the crowd, a giant cookie in each hand, and the biggest, chocolate-covered grin imaginable. Her nurse came close behind, but the little blonde girl was already climbing the dais. Sif rose, her tunic clinging to the growing bump that was to be Eira's half-sibling, and met her daughter halfway down, scooping her into her arms. 

"Such the little trouble maker." She laughed, making her way down to meet the nurse. "Where did you get those, hmmm?"

"I told her that she could have one, my Queen, but these are two and three." 

Sif gave the little girl a stern look. "Maybe we should take these two to your father and uncle. What do you think?"

"Mama!" Eira protested, and Sif shook her head as she walked past the complaining merchant.

*Wipes snow from my face*

Do I Follow Them?: Yes.

Why Did I Follow Them?: Waaay back a couple years ago on my other Sif blog I got pulled into a Skype chat where I met the mun, and hit it off. The rest is history. 

Do We Role Play?: Yes.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them?: This is a silly question, really. 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Most of what we rp these days is AU to some degree. I do have a need for a dark!sif verse though. ;)

A Song For Our Muses: So many relevant songs it's not even funny. To pick one, Bastille, Haunt. 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I WILL SHIP IT IN HELL.

What I Think About The Mun: This mun is my platonic soulmate. My fellow old lady who puts up with my ranting, and reads all my fics, and I love her always. She is also one of the absolute best people to plot with.  

Overall Opinion: Mine. 

❤ describe how they show affection.

Having worked so hard to achieve recognition on her own merits, she’s careful about physical affection, and it’s become so ingrained that she will openly avoid it at times, but under all that, is someone who craves touch.

Thus, Sif reserves true affection for only a few. Most often it’s displayed teasingly with barbed remarks and sly smiles. Hip checks or bumping shoulders are pretty common as well, and occasionally she might brush her fingers against a forearm or the back of the other’s hand. 

♜ : My muse’s best friend.

Thor. When they were children, she was closer to Loki, but time and the trickster's jealousy drove a wedge between them. It would take something truly terrible to sever her loyalty to Thor, even when she fears that he has forsaken it. 

☣ : Character my muse respects greatly.