kingoftheravens

[kingoftheravens]

"If you were waxing philosophical, sure," she quipped, "but tigers don't have that discussion with antelope. And nor would they if they had the intelligence to do so."

Despite the tilt of a smirk on her pretty mouth it did not reach her dull eyes, which stared, narrowed and unblinking, at Miri. His attempts at being difficult were met not with hostility, just a level of boredom. Even disappointment. As if she'd assumed little of his nature and was minutely dissatisfied at being correct.

"There's a difference between a tiger in the wild acting on instinct and impulse, and a captive tiger trained to kill whatever its master desires it to kill." That was the extent of her philosophical capabilities. Limited not by a lack of knowledge or experience, rather her distinct lack of desire to put forth the energy on something that didn't have concrete answers. What was the point in debating anything when, in the end, they were no closer to the truth?

Vasilija crossed her arms, inclining her chin to angle her gaze down at Miri with a quirked red brow.

"You smell like blood. You also smell like the sea, but in a strange way. Filtered. I can't place it. If you were born of the ocean foam, where?"

whatever she'd like to call him, it really doesn't make too much of a difference to him. he shrugged at her, pocketing his candy - more for him then. "sure. a pawn, then. . . could argue we're all pawns t' something though." his lips slightly stretched, a half-smirk; he wasn't being philosophical so much as he was just being difficult.

"people like ta believe in fate n' stuff right. 'slaves to fate' or somethin' like that? so then the question of bein' prey or predator seems ta a little less important, huh~?" he waxed a bit more psuedo-thoughtful counterpoints, continuing to be facetious.

#☠ — req. VASILIJA #♛ — v: quoth the raven ( MAIN ) #kkriitters

[kingoftheravens]

Is this a surprise?

Taken from twit.

#♛ — WELCOME to HELL ( CRACK )

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Happy creation day to my sweet boy, Loki. TWELVE YEARS I've been writing this boy. And never has it been a dull moment.

#I love him so very very much your honor. that is my father.

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#♫ — the only truth lies in the beats of a song ( MUSIC ) #literally cannot stop listening to this. #Spotify

[kingoftheravens]

Imagine joining this household of supernatural creatures when you're the only human

Loki, an alien by definition, an eldjötnar (fire giant) that humans mistake as a God (he's not a God and dislikes the term) who's 6,000+ years old.

Vasilija, a siren, specifically a subspecies of siren that hunts and kills humans, who's well over 700 years old and has seen more of our world than anyone in the house (yes, even ancient Loki).

Keir, a raven. That's about as weird as he gets but lbr that's still very strange.

Any and all of Loki's kids/grandkids who may or may not be present in the home depending on the verse's timeline, all of them from a completely different realm just like Loki and well above 2,000 years old.

#you would think Keir would be the most Normal one in the house but in actuality it's Loki. crazy right???

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#i amn love her ur honor. #☠ — clever as the devil and twice as pretty ( VASILIJA ) #[ VICIOUS EDIT ]

[kingoftheravens]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE.

tagged by @dcwnthercbbithcle (ty bunni ilu!) tagging @taliaromanova @frostkingoftheapocalypse @malumxsubest + anyone else!

LOKI

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE:

An incredibly contagious, crooked grin. While it's blatant evidence of his self-confidence, it's also warm, even inviting. It's not at all uncommon to see his smile and feel a sense of safety.

Brilliantly green eyes. Those familiar with crystals might note that the greens in his irises are reminiscent of a malachite crystal, with shards of lighter green scattered through a sea of darker green.

Tan skin. He also is incapable of burning in the sun and will only tan further (thank the fire giant blood.)

A mane of thick, unruly black hair. Black is its natural color, but it's a blue, nigh-purple black rather than a human's natural brown-black. He's graying slightly at the temples but manages to hide this. His hair texture is impossible to pinpoint. Waves, predominately, but some strands will more readily curl. Its ends just barely brush his shoulders (in later verses his hair sometimes reaches his collarbone—this is a good indicator of his mental health/stress levels [Not Good].)

A persistent five o'clock shadow. He grows facial hair incredibly fast but always maintains a relative shave. (Some verses he has a mustache. Like his head hair, his facial hair is also a good indicator of his mental health—the presence of a beard generally means high stress levels.) This translates to the rest of his body: he has dark, thick hair on his arms, legs, and chest.

He's muscular with broad shoulders, large biceps, and a solid abdomen. He stands at 6'5" (he's significantly taller in his elðjötunn form.) Physically, he's quite imposing; however, his heart of gold and sweet disposition immediately assuages any anxieties a person may have about him initially.

Loki wears his age lines with pride; not only are they a mark of his accrued age, but they're a testament to his pure joy in life despite his numerous hardships. He earned the crow's feet around his eyes, the laugh lines framing his mouth, and, yes, even the faint worry wrinkles on his forehead.

He's an open book through and through. Loki does not hide his emotions well. When he's sad, it shows, even as he struggles to hide it. Anger, a rare emotion, not only will display visually, but in the increased body heat emanating from his form. And joy—well, it's never a secret when he's enjoying life.

His ADHD makes it difficult for him to sit still. He's a natural fidgeter and this increases dramatically when he's nervous, sad, or enduring a dissociative episode. He will fidget with the hem of his clothes, loose threads, a pen—anything within reach. Give him a fidget spinner please for the love of god.

Comfort and style are both important to Loki. Because he's a fire giant, he tends to run cold (especially in the climate he lives in) and therefore is most often seen in sweaters and long sleeves. He will wear almost any color except the more bright, saturated sorts. So, muted colors like greys, beiges, and black, or mid or dark tone colors such as greens (forest, emerald), blues (navy, cerulean), purples (royal, eggplant), and pinks or reds are common. He can dress casually or formally or a mixture of the two.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE:

His natural scent is that of cedar wood with an edge of smoke.

Additional, unnatural scents are coffee grounds and a subdued sweetness, like fresh baked chocolate cake.

Any sort of additional scents he adds to himself via cologne, hair care, etc tend toward more earthy, flowery, and/or natural tones such as patchouli, jasmine, rose, lavender (a favorite of his), or sandalwood.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE:

Coffee. (His crippling addition to it means it's a staple scent and taste.)

Smoke. Akin to the way meat in a smoker has that edge to it that defines it as "smoked". NOT like unnatural smoke like those produced by cigarettes.

Sweet like chocolate.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE:

Comforting and warm, Loki's voice is deep, a rumble. When he laughs, it's boisterous, loud, and genuine. He laughs often and openly.

Even though his voice can be loud, Loki knows how to adjust his tone and pitch depending on who he's speaking to. When talking to children, he'll lower his pitch and adopt a smoother, gentler, quieter tone with a paternal edge to it.

This also translates to the way he speaks. He has a more jokey, goofy, casual way of speaking to close friends (i.e. he cusses more) that differs to the paternal, gentle way he speaks to children. And this differs from how he speaks to adult strangers, which is friendly with a hint of flirtation. He's incredibly charismatic and this is reflected in the way he speaks. There's a reason why he's capable of making friends so easily.

His singing voice has a raspy edge to it that is not present in his normal speaking tone.

Loki has an American accent—this was a purposeful change he adopted very early after arrival. Despite this, when he's angered his natural accent will slip out (the closest modern equivalent, for reference, would be an Icelandic accent.) He can also speak a multitude of languages (too many to list here—just because he can speak it does not mean he can read it).

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE:

His elðjötunn blood means he runs warm. Like a heated blanket or a heat pack, he radiates a comforting warmth. A hug from him is not at all unlike being bundled into a winter jacket while a blizzard rages outside. (This is obviously a terrible experience when it's over ninety degrees outside in the middle of summer. He's thriving, but I'm sure touching him is like touching asphalt that's been baking under the sun.)

Physical touch is a big deal to Loki. It not only grounds him in the present (and is therefore vital when he's having a dissociative episode) but is his way of showing his affection (platonic, romantic, or otherwise) for a person. Please hug him!!! He loves hugs!!!

VASILIJA

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE:

Vasilija's features are sharp. It lends the ferocity to her beauty, giving the appearance of a strangely attractive but imposing, nigh-threatening woman. Her facial expressions tend more towards either blatant apathy or a faint severity, as if she's inherently unamused or otherwise disinterested in those around her.

When she smiles, she displays an array of pearly teeth, but the action looks unnatural, even predatory. Like an evil, self-satisfied grin rather than something genuine. (If a knife could smile. . .) As if she were smiling at your downfall, your pain and grievances rather than displaying true joy. It gives an unsettling impression to most people. However, there are rare instances in which her smile will reach her eyes; these moments, reserved for those dear to her, display an incredible beauty.

Incarnadine curls (3A—larger, thicker curls) that fall just past her collarbone. It's never styled, merely tousled and permitted to rest where it desires. The hue suggests dye, but the bright red is actually natural (that means the carpet matches the drapes, yeah.) She almost never styles it.

She has the psychopath icy blue eyes. Befitting considering she is borderline psycho.

Pale skin with a rosy edge to it.

Form fitting clothes in subdued, neutral colors (predominantly black, some greys, navy, etc. Almost never seen in colors and rarely seen in brighter hues like whites.) Her wardrobe is mostly jeans and various tops, some revealing, some not. She has a preference for fitted cropped tank tops with high necks, but has been seen in fitted long sleeves or other styles of tank tops. Provided it's form fitting, she will wear it. (She is almost never seen in dresses or skirts.) She has a preference for leather (or fake leather) jackets and combat boots.

She is a lean sort of muscular. Faint abs, some definition in her arms, more definition in her legs. Above average height for a woman (5'8").

Vasilija's body language is difficult (though not impossible) to read. She has a tendency to move very little, observing her surroundings without moving her head. This stature only adds to her unsettling nature. When comfortable, she moves more freely and openly, displaying significantly more emotion on her face and in her general body language.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE:

Those who can get close enough and really take a whiff, the ocean scent still clings to her skin, faint as it may be. Ocean spray, a salty breeze, with a mercurial tinge. There are times she smells intensely of iron (blood), particularly after she has torn someone in two.

Beyond this, she has almost no scent. She does not use scented products (her soap is as basic as can be, she does not use perfume, and her shampoo/conditioner have a subdued rosewater scent to them). This is because her sense of smell is greater than the average human's for certain scents, and having so many conflicting scents around her dulls her natural skills (and occasionally produces a killer migraine).

Because Vasilija favors citrus fruits like oranges (a byproduct of her pirate days), sometimes a citrus smell will follow her, clinging to the tips of her fingers from when she peeled an orange for a snack.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE:

Salt and blood. Sometimes citrus.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE:

Fairly average, mid-tone voice. She will fluctuate her tone as necessary, thereby sounding sultry or threatening or imposing when she desires.

Her laugh is unsettling unless genuine, similarly to her smile. When she's amused in a hostile way (i.e. someone has tried to insult her), she has a tendency to release this high-pitched cackle akin to a stereotypical witch's laugh. It's ominous, even unnerving. In other instances, she has a sultry laugh/chuckle. Or, anyway, a noise that borders on sultry and threatening.

Her singing voice can range depending on the subject and situation. Sirens are capable of mimicking noises they've heard, so with practice she can sound like various musicians. This translates to her speaking voice, as well. Similar to a bird's mocking capabilities, with time and practice she can emulate someone's voice nigh perfectly.

When not utilizing her Voice, her actual singing voice is quite beautiful, though a rare thing to hear. (Her singing voice claim is PVRIS.)

She has an American accent. This, too, is a byproduct of her mimicking capabilities. Despite how long she's been living among humans (and the variety of accents she has been exposed to and even adopted during the centuries), she has no concrete accent (or, anyway, one she allows herself to use). She adapts with the ages, and this is wholly dependent on her location. Therefore, since she lives in America, she has an American accent.

She can speak multiple languages. Most of these she can also write. This fluency is due to her background and the cultures she was exposed to, especially as a pirate.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE:

Like some types of sharks (and like humans), Vasilija is warm-blooded which means she has endothermic capabilities (this is pertinent info because most aquatic creatures are cold-blooded). So, like a human, she can regulate her body temperature. Touching her therefore can be a different experience every time. Sometimes she will feel warm, others cold. It depends on her surroundings.

Vasilija GREATLY dislikes physical touch unless you have a VERY close relationship with her. A stranger's touch will elicit a violent reaction from her while acquaintances/distant friends will receive a verbal warning (this is an instance in which her body language will CLEARLY display her discomfort and anger).

#♛ — CHARACTER STUDY #I didn't fully spell check this so RIP any typos. #long post warning #I know that Loki and Vas are night and day from each other (and yet besties) but writing this out has displayed those differences #quite sharply lmfao. like goddamn.

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It's quite probable that Blackbeard's death was the penultimate chapter that led to Vasilija's retirement. Undoubtedly she knew him (and many other famous pirates), though how well is unknown. Well enough to be in correspondence, or at least to be In The Know of what he and others were up to. When she received the news of his brutal death, it was a wake up call. If Blackbeard could be killed, she was equally at risk, as was her crew. It would be a few years yet, but it's undeniable that his demise made her realize that this was not an occupation she could maintain forever; there would have to be an end. And with anti-pirate sympathies increasing, soon she would have nowhere to turn.

Plus, the entire scenario surrounding his death (highly rec looking it up, it's intense!) was proof enough that having a big ship, a large crew, and a lot of guns did not guarantee that you could fight off your enemies.

#like “fuck BLACKBEARD was killed? time to make arrangements to retire. we may be strong but if he can be killed so can we” #honestly guarantee that it saved her and her crews lives. Vas is not scared of death in any capacity as a note. I do think tho that had she #persisted in her piratical ways for any longer she would've gone down with her ship. literally. #by retiring when she did she was able to save her crews lives which was ultimately what she desired to do in the end. #many of them had served her for a LONG time. it was only fair she ensured they also retired safely and comfortably. #SEE. SHE WAS CAPABLE OF KINDNESS BACK THEN!

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Vasilija wore her distrust like a canvas coat. It was one of her many marked characteristics. Though her intrigue toward Hætta tended more towards camaraderie than she perhaps may have admitted, her very essence edged towards suspicion on principle. She bristled at the idea of one of her crew being devoured, something even she did not participate in (or condone). Hætta's answer belied no such assumption, but neither did it wholly dismiss the notion. The wrinkle between her brow smoothed; it was not a display of relief. Every feature of her face ironed itself into a marbled apathy.

"Apologies." It was barely genuine. Vasilija averted her gaze to the cloudless sky, its smattering of stars, the Milky Way's bright path, and the waning crescent that hung like a crooked smile. She reveled in these quiet moments when the only song was the night breeze sussurating the sails, and the creak of the oak hull was a white noise backdrop. The crew slept. The night watchers accumulated below deck, dismissed for a brief respite. Vasilija licked her lips and tasted salt.

"A fresh meal is always preferable to the dried up shit we have in storage." She thought of the iron taste of blood. Of the way her teeth felt sinking into flesh and tearing a piece of meat free. The snapping of bone between her jaws as she sucked down the sweet marrow.

"Eating." The ancient ignored the siren's distaste for nebulous comments, which she had informed him was barely tolerable upon a ship where knowing those around them, their crew, their abuses, their wants and honesties, was vital for working together. Though she had come to her own realisation that it was her companion's unintentional nature, a resting default of marble, bordering on judgemental, dark flinchless features that failed indicate if he was being wholly, bluntly truthful, or flawlessly a liar.

He was as carnivorous as herself. The explaination was plausible. Or evasive.

Given the blood, and decay, and Haetta's usual meticulous hygene habits, it was hard to tell.

Disgust was more readily shown, however. The elder exaggerated a frown, rubbing a knuckle against his earhole,

"You will bloody mine ear, if you are not careful. Do not do that again."

#frostkingoftheapocalypse #☠ — req. VASILIJA #♛ — v: partners in time ( PIRATE )

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This just in: not only was Rhode Island harboring pirates (and letting them go when they were caught--including crew members of some BIG NAME PIRATES) and profiting off of the illegal trade they brought, but they continued to do so even after they were caught. Massive balls.

Never once considered that Vasilija might frequent the colonies when she was a pirate (but, I mean, when she did retire that's where she went so like. . . clearly she'd been there enough), beyond occasional trips ofc, but all this information has changed my mind.

#anyway Rhode Island let two of Henry Avery's men go and also released one of Captain Kidd's guys. #literally the sheriff entertained him at his home lmfao. like wHAT. #listen this is what my semester paper is about and I'm excited and daunted and overwhelmed.

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#Vas song Vas song Vas song. I love Seccession Studios sm. #☠ — clever as the devil and twice as pretty ( VASILIJA ) #♫ — the only truth lies in the beats of a song ( MUSIC ) #Spotify

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Vasilija's ideal time is ripping someone's throat out with her teeth and letting the blood dribble down her chin. (Bonus points if she can crack into their chest and rip their heart out.)

Meanwhile Loki's ideal time is cooking you dinner and watching a movie while cuddling.

#almost posted this on the wrong blog. that would've been interesting.

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#such a Vas boss fight song lowkey. tell me the distant screaming doesn't sound like a siren scream #♫ — the only truth lies in the beats of a song ( MUSIC )

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Look, just letting y'all know, I'm neck deep in colonial New England primary sources which means a fuck ton of documents about pirates wHICH MEANS a fuck ton of research I can apply to Vasilija's reign as a pirate captain WHICH MEANS the muse is brewing.

#do I have time to utilize that muse? not really. maybe soon. #just coming in here to say. . .Rhode Island was sympathetic to pirates for a hot min esp in the late 1600s when the governor was lowkey #profiting off of pirates dsjgnks so yeah anyway lots of juicy stuff here. #anyway I'm neck deep in these sources for a course and I'm loving it tbh.

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if you look for it, i’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around. [ Loki ] / @dcwnthercbbithcle / accepting !

He popped open a cardboard box of donuts—an assortment of glazed, frosted, and sprinkled tops. Shades of chocolate browns and cherry reds and one distinct royal purple with a smattering of crushed walnuts like stars in an indigo sky—and angled it so Doe could peruse and choose one to her liking, if she desired. (Did she even eat? Better to offer than not.)

"Right you are! But try telling that to my grandson, Sköll. Who knew my blood could produce such a bitter young man." Loki chuckled to himself, amused by his own little joke, only for the amusement to end with a dejected sigh. "Though he has his reasons. It's hard to find love when all you've experienced in life is pain and betrayal. Even harder to accept its presence when you do find it."

He licked a smear of frosting from his thumb and beamed brightly at Doe. "If only more people would think the way we do. It'd be a beautiful world."

#dcwnthercbbithcle #♛ — ANSWERED ( IC ) #♛ — v: quoth the raven ( MAIN )

[kingoftheravens]

Your brief NSFW facts for sinday:

Loki's a proper switch, and which role he takes up largely depends on his partner. He has no problems giving up the reins and neither does he have any qualms with taking them.

Vasilija's very dominant. No surprise. Her sex drive is fairly low but during the act she will almost always take control (and will even fight for it). She's more willing to let women take the reins than she is men. Men, she's fighting to be on top / maintain control.

Keir's still my beloved little ace boy. He gets flustered just watching people have sex in movies.

#nsfw ///

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i think you’re not surprised. [ Loki ] / @obedientmade / accepting !

He smiled, apologetic. "Ah, forgive me."

His lack of reaction had set the tone. And yet it was not due to an absence of surprise. A living doll was certainly an astonishing fact; media had played on the idea, but it had never been grounded in realism (so Loki thought). To be face to face with one— well, it was more than mere surprise. It was curiosity, fascination, even a respectable amount of admiration. Another oddity living amongst human beings. They truly were everywhere, hiding like fish in the reeds. To catch a glimpse of one was a privilege.

Loki regarded Paris with a barely perceptible tilt of his head. "What I am for certain is intrigued," he explained. "I've met my fair share of inhumans, but I can't say I've ever met one like you. If it's not insensitive to ask, were you created by a human?"

#obedientmade #♛ — ANSWERED ( IC ) #♛ — v: quoth the raven ( MAIN ) #[ty for your patience friend ;A; ] #[hopefully this is okay. if not lmk!]