Tricking Bomb

Let's undress the elephant in the room. I am Loki, bastard of Laufey. Yes, the Loki, that Loki. One but not only.

I am an incarnation of my ✨️higher self✨️. Hopefully not the only current-mortal-planet Earth one, I don't like being alone.

If you are a pagan, and my claim is disturbing you, I get it. Please just ignore me. Whether I am full of shit or I am the shit, higher self is still high and there. Go enjoy them.

Note: This blog will exterminate itself after a spell, probably. It is bad for business for a god to be seen erring, struggling, fragile. I am having a cheat day.

I was busting the Christian Heaven and brawling with Gabriel because they were liquifying the mortal souls to use as, I dunno what, and they've liquified the soul of a very kind elderly gentleman who was a friend of mine.

I am ancient. I have warmed up worlds that otherwise would drop dead. I have burned worlds to their very Platonic grounds. I am so fucking tired. I am just a kid.

I know I am falling for someone when I fantasize about laying my head on their lap, them braiding my hair, sunrays coming from a sun that is not meant to be my archetypal enemy, kissing my face.

I wear my cap and bells, as if it would make me younger than Odin. I carry a surname, as if it would make me someone's child. I mess things up on purpose, so someone can clean up the mess and I feel taken care of.

Self-parenting

As an incarnation, I have a rather complex relationship with my god-self. It is deeply parental, to begin with. I relate to Jesus (and other trinity figures) a lot in that matter.

Anyways. I love this song.

"You didn't know that when I tried this all before My dreams were too hard to defend And in the end I won't lose it all again Now you're the only thing worth fighting for

More than anything I'll shelter and adore you more than anything

Dad, I don't need you to protect me from this

I just don't want you to be crushed by them Like I was

When I was young, I didn't really know you at all I always felt so small But I heard your stories and I was enthralled The tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly Imagining it could be me So in the end, it's the view I had of you That showed me dreams can be worth fighting for

I've been dying to find out who you are I've been waiting, wanting the same thing Looks like the apple doesn't fall far Took you a while (I've missed that smile)

All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open Is that we can start again Not be pulled apart again

Quantum physicist and a god (of stories) here. I would like to correct a common misunderstanding between alterhumans, fictionkins, reality shifters etc, on Multiverse.

First of all, I am an avid defender of the many-worlds interpretation of the quantum mechanics, aka Multiverse. But!!! Many worlds, even when it is infinite, does not mean "every world that could ever exist". There are INFINITE types of infinity: smaller infinities, bigger infinities... I feel lazy to explain but it is one of the first topics of Calculus 1 and I strongly recommend studying the basics to anyone who wants to play with the concept of infinity in any form. You can also check the Casimir Effect for the physical consequences/proof of this! (Infinite ≠ every possibility)

You can also think it like this, if every possibility/story were to exist somewhere in the Multiverse, there would be a universe where people in it built a machine to destroy every other universe, including this one. Yet we are still here.

Btw the book What Big Teeth by Rose Szabo depicts one of the best shapeshifting mech I've seen in any media. Some lil' quotes from: (fav parts colored)

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I sat down carefully on the edge of the bed and tried to figure out how to ask her what it felt like to change your shape.

“It’s a bit like turning yourself inside out,” Luma said, after I tried asking three or four different ways.

“Or like turning your insides into a disguise, and then tucking your disguise into your insides.”

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“She tried to swallow me. That was when I turned inside out. That was when I became the wolf the first time. The wolf could move when I could not. I ripped her in half, and she fell apart. And then”—he paused—“and then I left.”

He seemed surprised to have come to the end of his tale so easily. “I have told no one that but your grandmother in my whole life.”

I tried to imagine that, a mouth like a deep hole. My jaw ached.

“Did she turn you into the wolf?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“I found the wolf,” he said. “I went deep in me and found a way out.”

I sat with that for a long time. I thought of every person I had met, wondering how many of them had wolves inside them and just had never pulled them out. Or perhaps more horrible: how many of them, in a moment of fear, reached inside themselves for something to save them, and came up empty.

"I can be anyone, but I choose to be Loki."

I like this little line of me from Marvel Rivals.

It can be a challenge for a shapeshifter to remember its name. Especially when you live for so long. Throughout my lives, I didn't actually want to be anything other than myself. But I did not always know what this self is, nor was I willing to accept every part of me.