Long post ahead (it’s tagged as “long post for ts” so you can blacklist it if it’s truly that annoying for you)!
Okay but I haven’t done one of these for a while so why not do one now? Uni will be three in March (wowowow holy shit) and this is a sort of early thank you to everyone who has interacted with him, played a role in his life and characterization, and who will continue to be a part of his life in some way whether large or small. It’s very comforting to know he’s doing so well, especially since I intend to write novels about him, and I’m really thankful for all of you who put up with his shenanigans and even claim you like them! So this is for everyone!
Please note, it’s more than likely I will miss people in this. I follow a ton of people, so please, please, please do not take it personally if I leave you out because it’s more than likely not because I dislike you but because I’m a huge dumb and have a hard time remembering everyone. I love you all and being left out on this list doesn’t mean you’re awful or don’t mean a lot to me.
Merry Christmas, Merry Yule, Happy Holidays, so on and so forth!
The Royals ♚ People who mean a whole lot to me, who I’ve been friends with for quite some time, and/or whom I get along with swimmingly and may or may not be friends with on other social networking sites outside of tumblr.
monarcha;; my presh baaaaae. ;w; we’ve been friends for life 5ever and I’m sososososo glad we finally got to meet last year and you took me around Disneyland so I didn’t have to hang out with my family the whole time. it was so much fun and I can’t wait to do it again this year. you’re a fabbu friend and our muses are so adorbs and perf and I’m really glad they’ve been together as long as they have. otp forever and ever and ever lbr
venxficium / northernstxr;; toriiiiiiii, my bab! it still amuses me to no end that you were super afraid to talk to me bc now look, we’re like best friends for life and our muses have the best goddamn relationship around even if it’s all feelsy and makes you wanna cry sometimes. you’re awesome and I adore you and Boda to fuckin’ pieces and Uni does, too, even if he won’t admit it, but he’s a dumb and we know this. p.s. I will have sex with Boda one day okay.
thewolffenrir;; ugggh caaaaait i love you soooo much, my little pagan buddy. gosh Fenrir is such a goddamn shit just like his father and it’s amazing. it’s funny bc you can see the similarities between the two of them like “yep those two are definitely related” and I love the bizarre relationship they have going on and the feels and the everything. you’re wonderful and i’m sososososo glad we’re friends and have been for this long and that you’ve sent me all those precious things even though I have yet to send you your things in return. ;w; smack Fen upside the head for Uni pls.
codexfprecision / mxladyof-mortality;; kdskjsdng my presh! gosh we’ve known each other for a while now, no? and our muses have some weird relationships with one another, but gosh darn it I adore you for putting up with me and Uni and I adore you for being an awesome, supportive friend. you’re amazing and ilu 5ever bbu~.
algoriithms ;; i decided to tag you on this account for reasons but goSH DARN IT NIX YOU LITTLE SHIT HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME FOR THAT LONG AND THEN COME BACK AND THINK EVERYTHING’S OKAY I PACKED YOUR THINGS UP AND I WAS GONNA SELL THEM… but lbr you’re fab and I missed you and your bloody brilliant, flawless gd writing and your Aldrich and Lilitu and your face and lbr I just missed everything and I know Uni did too. gdi we need to write together soon or I’ll go into withdrawals again. I’m really glad we became so close, now you just need to haul your ass to Colorado and come to DCC. c:
the-anonymous-deceiver;; even though you’re not around as much as you used to be you still mean a whole lot to me and Uni and we miss you and your perfect muse and all those fab pictures you share sosososo fuckin’ much. your writing is amazing and jfc you need to hurry up and get back here gosh darn it
thestarkreactor;; my rl bae and bffl like lbr she’s perf and her Stark is perf even if we don’t actually RP all the time but, y’know, we’re big dumb babies so. you’re one of my best friends ever bae and I adore you and your writing and your art and gosh darn it all of you plus presh pepperony gdi that kid is crazy sdkjgnsk. we need to hang out again soon or else!!
my-wonderlands-shattered;; okay so i’ve known you the longest out of all these guys bc twitter and you’re awesome and fuckin’ weird and hilarious and it’s the goddamn best. I adore Alice to bits and fuckin’ pieces and I know Uni does too. also, I’m grateful to have a friend who will look at inappropriate videos and gifs with me and make fun of them bc we literally have nothing better to do with our lives apart from that, talk shit, and tell each other to bang the first cute person we cross. also “SHE’S GOT NICE ASS. I’D LIKE TO TIT FUCK HER ASS.”
The Ravens ♚ Those I adore and may or may not be close with ooc but who, regardless, mean something to my muse and to myself. This also includes the people listed above and their muses!
The Eagles ♚ Those I admire from afar, whose writing I adore so much it intimidates me, individuals Uni may not like but I love to death, people I am acquaintances with and wish to get to know better, and overall just the people I stalk from afar and creep on like it’s nobody’s business.
Eris appeared suddenly, looking round the street wildly before turning to see her dear flutist. "Zeva-! My dear Lady Zeva-" The goddess seemed to be in a rush, almost twitchy. "Please, I must ask a favor of you of utmost importance. Your flute, your precious extension of yourself- you can control others with it's help can you not? Do you believe you could control me for a time being if needed?"
Zeva had been minding her life, watching the world pass her by in an entrancement. It felt good to be on her own but noted as it didn’t last the moment she had heard the over excited woman rushing towards her. Lady Zeva. Such a disgusting nickname that she wished Eris wouldn’t call her. Cringing slightly and turning to face the spastic woman, she watched as the other, out of breath, attempted to speak to her.
Moving her eyes upward to watch the taller being, her hand tightened around the flute.
“Yes it can. It can do anything I wish it too."
But then that strange request fell from her lips and she tilted her head, eyebrows slightly raising.
"I…suppose I can. But why would you wish for such a thing? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?”
Zeva watched as every single part of the woman changed. From the way she talked to the look on her face. All of it had shown that she had finally succumbed to the chaos that flowed in her veins. The screams of humans, the Earth’s tremors. This was how Zeva knew it was her chance to interfere. The shorter woman slowly swayed over to the goddess and pulled the golden carved flute up to her lips, a smirk dancing on them lightly.
“I can indeed.”
As she circled the heavenly being slowly, her fingers danced across the keys on the flute and let out a whining, almost haunting song. The notes seemed to float around and lodge themselves deep with the cracks of the Earth and the woman next to her. The song itself would have drove any normal human into permanent hysteria. Yes, if this were any normal human, their minds would be forever scarred. However, this was a goddess and all Zeva aimed to do was put her to sleep.
Thankfully it had worked.
It had taken a moment but the other being soon lost conciousness and with a wave of her palm, Zeva caught the woman before she hit the floor. Taking in a deep breath, she prepared herself. “Time to ruin another.” With that, she inserted herself into the others subconscious and waited for her to start her ‘dream.’
Eris was lost to a high that no tongues among gods or men could describe. Her body overflowed with energy, rich and free, escaping madly like a cracked water pipe. Unseen tendrils and whips rushed to spread their chaotic mess to the masses.
“You feel it you say yet I do not see you as I am now. I feel it in every nerve, every breath, every drop of blood in my veins. It is intoxicating. Unnerving and frightening but yet.. so calming.. so beautiful.. As everything else is shaken and thrown a rye, I feel like the calm after a storm, I-” For the first time in minutes, the dreamy, pleasured looked slipped from her eyes.
Music. The music of the flute her comrade had been playing. It had been twining into her very heart and yet, til now, the goddess had not realized. Dazed, her eyes shut, nose scrunched as the chaos goddess attempted to cover her ears and shake out the noise, angrily gnashing her teeth as he spoke and the world grew dark and the air thicker yet.
“You claim to want this, you feel it and remain calm as I yet you would stop me! Why?! Why am I…” She wobbled on her feet, giving Zeva once last glance. “I was arrogant.. to think you would not reach me..” and with that- she fell and the world slowly calmed.
A gasp and flash of white. Eris shot up in bed, looking round. Where..? Am I.. this is.. A woman’s voice broke her confusion, calling softly and walking into the room. There were gulls cawing outside and the air was warm and smelt of the sea. Of Greece.
“Eris are you every going to wake, you’ve been asleep for ages.”
It was Hera. The goddess Hera. Eris stared in disbelief, her anxiety slipping away as joy began to rush over her.
Eris appeared suddenly, looking round the street wildly before turning to see her dear flutist. "Zeva-! My dear Lady Zeva-" The goddess seemed to be in a rush, almost twitchy. "Please, I must ask a favor of you of utmost importance. Your flute, your precious extension of yourself- you can control others with it's help can you not? Do you believe you could control me for a time being if needed?"
Zeva had been minding her life, watching the world pass her by in an entrancement. It felt good to be on her own but noted as it didn’t last the moment she had heard the over excited woman rushing towards her. Lady Zeva. Such a disgusting nickname that she wished Eris wouldn’t call her. Cringing slightly and turning to face the spastic woman, she watched as the other, out of breath, attempted to speak to her.
Moving her eyes upward to watch the taller being, her hand tightened around the flute.
“Yes it can. It can do anything I wish it too."
But then that strange request fell from her lips and she tilted her head, eyebrows slightly raising.
"I…suppose I can. But why would you wish for such a thing? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?”
Zeva had watched Eris try to suppress her chaotic needs to let go and retreated a step. If this were any other being, she would let the world run into whatever tragic end it had to meet and be on her way. It wasn’t like these people could die. But instead, she had seen herself in the Discord Goddess. Every few years or so, she would run rampant on souls and feast on humans in a gluttonous attempt to sooth her appetite. There was no stopping her when she did that, so she felt for the woman.
Nodding slowly in understanding, the Death spirit twirled Etoile between her nimble fingers and fixed her little black dress slightly. This was going to be interesting and hard to hold back. The spirits of the God’s were so rich and delicious that every time she had the chance, she would indulge in it. However, she had to refrain from that now.
Bringing the flute to her lips, she spoke in a serious tone.
“I will do it for you, but there are going to be severe consequences. My melodies are not one to bring beautiful and amazing memories. I tap into your subconscious, show you a nice dream and rip it to shreds right in front of your eyes. I assure you that your vision of me will have changed once you awake from your death like slumber.” Her blue eyes had no glint in it at all as she spoke. “You will be in no control over what I do. You will have to suffer through it and you may or may not be a different person.”
“Are you sure you really want this?”
Eris was listening but it was as if through a fog,her mind beginning to haze over as her tipping point neared. The goddess tilted her head, her breathing already slowing even as she attempted to process the spirit’s warnings.
“My subconscious-? I-I-” She chewed her lip, tapping delicate fingers against her chin anxiously. “Is there- ah!” There was a tremor in the earth as a gasp escaped the afflicted deity and her eyes widened, no longer focused upon present company.
“F-Five.. five minutes. No more.. No more, perhaps less if you deem it so, Zeva I’m sor-” Everything grew still and quiet suddenly, nearly peaceful in the silence of a world. Eris took one shuddering breath, taking a final look at her flutist with hope and fear in her pale eyes.
“Please Zeva..” And with that, wind rushed and seemed to erupt from Eris’ very heart, a shattering, hot hurricane of power that cleared only to show blackened skies with roaring clouds. There were screams and sirens, piercing every pause the thunder gave and there, standing amongst the beginnings of terror was the goddess, eyes half lidded as though experiencing the greatest pleasure imaginable through her release. Even the very posture at which she stood reflected the change within her. No longer was she the frail and meek woman of moments ago. This is Chaos and Strife, Eris without restrictions.
“..Can you feel it?” Her voiced whispered, silky and pleased.
Eris appeared suddenly, looking round the street wildly before turning to see her dear flutist. "Zeva-! My dear Lady Zeva-" The goddess seemed to be in a rush, almost twitchy. "Please, I must ask a favor of you of utmost importance. Your flute, your precious extension of yourself- you can control others with it's help can you not? Do you believe you could control me for a time being if needed?"
Zeva had been minding her life, watching the world pass her by in an entrancement. It felt good to be on her own but noted as it didn’t last the moment she had heard the over excited woman rushing towards her. Lady Zeva. Such a disgusting nickname that she wished Eris wouldn’t call her. Cringing slightly and turning to face the spastic woman, she watched as the other, out of breath, attempted to speak to her.
Moving her eyes upward to watch the taller being, her hand tightened around the flute.
“Yes it can. It can do anything I wish it too."
But then that strange request fell from her lips and she tilted her head, eyebrows slightly raising.
"I…suppose I can. But why would you wish for such a thing? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?”
“I- ngh!” She twitched again, this time biting her lip as thunder rumbled overhead in time with the goddess’ strange affliction. Her eyes glanced upward before returning to her comrade quickly.
“I-I resist my chaotic nature.. more than I should. I store away and ignore and hide my strength for fear of sending Earth back into complete chaos. There must be ba- balance.. But my magic builds up every few hundred years or so and,please my dear.. I haven’t got much time and I hate to have you see me in such a state but I..hah..”
A strange look was slowly coming over Eris, eyes glazed and far off. “When I hit my breaking point I must let go- one large bout of chaos instead of years of it. But I lose myself, become drunk with my own power.. I need you t-” Eris was trembling, nearing her time.
“Zeva..please, you have to stop me. Only a few moments, no more and you must stop me. Place me to sleep or knock me out, anything.. I will be in your debt, my friend.”
demigods: our parents ignore us and use us as pawns
the gods: *looks at zeus*
zeus: zeus: zeus: i came out to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
[ OOC: Sorry for my absence recently guys! I promise I am still active, still alive, and I will be doing replies when I get home! I am out of town at a convention until next Wed so please be patient with me! ]
Phobos put the little box in her temple with a card reading :
Happy mother’s day aunt Eris, although you are not my mother I feel like you have taught me a lot and guided me and you deserve to be reminded that you are an extraordinary woman. Truth be told as a child I often wished to be a lot like you.
-Phobos
It was late and the stars already glittered far over head when Eris returned to one of the monuments built to her name. The day had been long and weary yet the whisper of guests brought her to this temple in particular. It wasn’t long before she found the note and box neatly set upon the altar.
As the goddess read the note, her eyes widened in surprise and a smile curved her lips. “To think of it.. That someone would think so highly of me…” She took out the necklace gently and placing it upon her neck, admiring it happily.
“Never.” He reassured her by leaning down to kiss the top of her head and left her into his arms, they two now eye to eye. “When you’re truly in a family there is no choosing… . .”
He hesitated before answering her next question. “Loyalty is being there for the people you love no matter how bad things get - you never stop loving them. I am loyal to you and your mother, bear is loyal to you.” He gave her chest a gentle poke near her heart to emphasize his point.
As she was lifted, Astrid grinned, holding her arms up and wiggling her legs at the thrill of being so far from the ground. But what her father said resonated with her in an odd and warm way. Her wide eyes wandered to her bear, thinking for a moment before giggling at his poke.
“Even if I make you and momma mad?” It was evident the child was rethinking her outburst of earlier. “Oh, Bear is loyal to you too, daddy!” As she spoke, the stuffed animal suddenly swung upon his arm, moving up to reach Loki’s shoulder and giving it a soft hug. “He loves you too. He says so when we play.”
Now it all made sense. “Astrid… . you don’t have to choose one or the other because you aren’t one or the other.” And he would do everything he could to ensure she didn’t have to. “You’re special, the best parts of you mother and I, and you’ll do great things in the worlds.” With a heavy sigh he stood up and picked up the bear, snuffing out the embers on it and with a touch of Glam repairing it’s singed ears - handing it back to her with a smile.
“You’re more special than you realize and that is why people ask you to choose, so they can claim the honor of having your loyalty but the only person I ever want you to be loyal to his yourself —your family."
Her puffed out cheeks and furrowed brow began to relax as he spoke, her eyes following his every move and taking in his words carefully. She even cooperated and took the bear from him gently, her fingers gripping his paw as if to hold the teddy’s hand while her free one took hold of Loki’s own.
"So I don’t have to choose between you and mommy?” Astrid sniffled, still pouting but calm now. “What is loy-all-tea, daddy? Is it like being a prince or a princess? ‘Cause I wanna be a prince!”
