#theeverchangingmask

She spent what time she had free, tending to the injured with the healing abilities she had gained from her mother, or going out to fly, to clear her head of worries and anger. It was on one of her flights that she had seen guards dragging in a new prisoner. When she asked her father about it that day, she was brushed off and ordered back to her chambers. It appeared to her that the 'seen and not heard' was becoming more and more of a 'pretend you don't exist until I have need of you.' Which was fine, she supposed. It wasn't like she had ever been close with her father anyway, but she hated the fact that she was just as much a prisoner as the ones kept in the dungeons.

It was a while before she actually heard the prisoner be mentioned again, nearly forgetting all about it as she had thrown herself into really anything to get her mind off the war outside. Healing, practicing her other forms of magic and skills with fighting something, anything that could help she jumped at the chance.

She had overheard one of the guards speaking as she snuck around the palace one night, hearing one mention that they 'hope to break the Asgardian soon.' Had they tortured him? Since when was that something they did? Didn't that make them just as bad as the Asgardians? Curiosity got the better of the griffin princess and late in the night, she snuck down to the dungeons, cloak pulled around her and hood up. What she saw, sickened her. The injuries that the man had. She didn't know how he was even still alive!

[Okay, so I’ve been around a while, and there are a lot of Lokis on Tumblr. I’ve written with five who are still active, and since each dynamic and portrayal is different to me… here’s one for each with relevant tag.]

|| MEME - Lots of Trickster Players  - ACCEPTING ||

the-ever-changing-mask He came from the East; Tess–Tessie with her brown skin and ropes of beads around her neck–watched him climb down from the stagecoach, fine clothes immaculate in spite of a long-as-hell journey. She shifted the baby on her hip, squinting at the newcomer from the porch of McKay’s General Store. His eyes, Tess noted as he passed them by, were greener than the emerald stickpin he wore.hraunwyf Ilse came by the smithy whenever she needed new shoes for Sleipnir, elegant and oddly sharp– like the straight-edged razor that Tess once used to cut her husband’s throat. ”Reckon you know I did it,” Tess finally confessed after too many shots of whiskey. Ilse’s smile only confirmed her suspicions. tinytricksterprince The morning she found the boy was the day she mustered up her courage and left the whorehouse. ‘Respectability’ never quite came her way, but clever hands and a quick tongue saw her son back East and dazzling his Harvard professors. Never let it be said Tess McKay failed to teach her boy to look after himself.

vesallkyn Tess called herself “Tommy” in those days, whiling away the year of ‘89 with nothing more than a prospector’s kit and the (men’s) clothes on her muscular back. The bastard had her in bed by 1890, and the pair of them struck it rich by ‘91. Loki celebrated by buying a fine green coat for himself; she bought him an engagement ring.

Five-sentence AU

[For @the-ever-changing-mask ! Guest starring @transmutage‘s child!Raven.]

Sunday was laundry day; her black tank was dappled with bleach stains and Raven was wearing a pair of bright orange shorts that didn’t match her light blue tee. Mother and daughter were sweaty and sloppy; therefore, the universe decided it was time Tess meet the girl’s new best friend–and her  dick of a father–when they stepped out to buy a new bottle of Tide. “You have such a pretty name,” she told the black-haired child; Valdis Laufeyson tugged at the hem of her dress and mumbled something about all the white spots on Tess’ shirt making it “ugly”. Though Valdis was quick to apologize as Mr. Laufeyson gave her a nudge, the smirk on his face was telling. 

Five-sentence AU

[For @the-ever-changing-mask ! Okay, so it’s six badly punctuated sentences.]

Tess wanted the titular role in the Xena reboot; "too beefy,“ said the director, whose brother cast her in his own movie six months later. 

The Prasutagus to her Boudicca was dark-haired, couldn’t grow a decent beard to save his life, and already had two Oscars under his belt. She thought he was “a grade-A dick” and he found her to be “a one-note actress”. He tried to get her fired because he could; she slashed his car tires in retaliation. 

They were so good at kissing one another the director kept "Prasutagus” alive until the last possible moment; “historical inaccuracies!” screamed the Internet. 

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SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?:  - Of course! Almost since the beginning of this blog!

Why Did I Follow Them?: - I was actually reading a thread a friend had going on with that particular character that was set during a different time period in history. Loki had pretty unapologetically razed a village. MCU Loki was pretty chill (as chill as Loki ever *could be* in Avengers) about what happened to New York City, so I appreciated that unflinching refusal to back down from villainy. I love villains, and I love it when roleplayers don’t consider vulnerability and villainy to be mutually exclusive. Az had me at “hello”.

Do We Role Play?:  - Yes! Since 2014.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: - Gee, Iiiiiiiiii dunno.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: - Oh, Christ. Uh. We talked about a theatre AU once! I’m always down with “generic ancient history AU that I won’t elaborate upon because clarifications about that sort of thing can go on for days.”

A Song For Our Muses: You know, I’ve never been able to find a song I liked for them? Too many songs are about sex, broken hearts, or drugs. I like aspects of “Queer” by Garbage, but even that song implies more attachment than there is. “Queer” is probably the closest I can come up with at the drop of a hat? Something better is out there.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: That one is… complicated. It’s too weird and charged to be platonic, but the idea of them becoming a couple makes me squint. There’s some easily ignored sexual attraction present. Tess isn’t going to make a move for five million reasons, and one of those reasons is that he doesn’t respect her.  Anything that might prompt Loki to act on that would have to involve him being territorial for reasons that have nothing to do with jealousy or attachment. If a rickety ship sailed for five or ten minutes, it would be very interesting to write. I’d have no problems with it! However, I’d be watching from a distance with binoculars in hand waiting for it to sink.

What I Think About The Mun: Az completes me! I admit I was a little intimidated at first. Due to a miscommunication early on, I was actually concerned I’d pissed then off! Thankfully, communication fixes all. They’ve since become a wonderful friend, and I adore the occasions we write together as much as I enjoy our conversations!

Overall Opinion:  This is probably one of the most drama-free MCU Loki blogs on tumblr. The blog itself isn’t always active, but all that means is that I’m excited to see the posts when they do pop up! the-ever-changing-mask will always be “my” MCU Loki. +10 because they didn’t automatically assume my OC wanted to hop on Loki’s wang or Fix Him.

the-ever-changing-mask:

Loki’s raven hair brushed the steel and silk of his robes as he returned the Accursed’s sharp smile with a lethal one of his own.  Malekith’s presence at these casual meetings was always a delight to his Trickster’s heart and his cool fingers carelessly brushed the back of the Dark Elf’s hand as Loki came up to stand beside his dear friend.

“Words are my weapons and my specialty, dear Malekith,” he cooed, “As well you know, yes?  But I am flattered that they can move you so.  I require little more than your mere presence to inspire me to…..naughtiness.”

The subtle brush of Loki’s fingers against the flesh of his hand only had Malekith’s smile growing impossibly wider. One brow arched upwards as he returned the favour-- shifting his hand to rest against the small of the Liesmith’s back as he leaned closer to converse.. “Naughtiness? hy, I daresay you need no inspiration to achieve those heights, My Dear.”

It would have been impossible to keep a straight face if he had tried, when Malekith heard the Trickster’s words. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he tilted his head to meet Loki’s gaze, brows raised and a smile fixed upon his sharp features. “Why Liesmith, that’s music to my ears. You do know just what to say, do you not?”

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