#musesmarveled

[icyxmischief]

// America, meanwhile, getting roped into this mess that she had nothing to do with but needs her help to fix because apparently these people can't do it by themselves:

"What is it you mortals say, in events of this nature? 'Mood', I believe?"

Loki offers his friend a can of discontinued flavored soda he nicked from the Void.

#ic #lol <3 ) #musesmarveled

[lawfulpride]

@musesmarveled​

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It is early morning, before dawn.

The Steel Serpent has been perched with the hatchling Shou-Lao in his arms, his great and esteemed one incarnate, to whom his life and training, for nearly thirty years, are fully devout. 

Gork has selected him for a nest, and so he’s held perfectly still all the wee hours of the night.

But it’s swept over him, the reality of his circumstances: not the Fist, never the Fist, and yet: chosen.  

Sufficient.

Perhaps even worthy, at last.

If only his mother could see, could know.  He feels sure, now, she would be  proud. 

Davos tries to weep quietly, so as to not disturb his little master.  

#ic #musesmarveled #i got emotional lol)

[sebastianshaw]

“Ugh, we’re behind that old guy. He’s probably going to pay with pennies, or war bonds or something.” (@musesmarveled, from America)

Shaw looked back over his shoulder with a stern glower, but did not respond verbally. He just shifted his shoulder so the pupa behind him could very much see when he put his wad of hundreds on the counter. @musesmarveled

#musesmarveled #so old #Anonymous

[marvel-ous-pets]

(@musesmarveled) "Gork!" Greets the infant dragon, dubbed Gork by his human companion. The littlest incarnation of Shou Lao thought he could use some friends, and wanted to say hello, so he decided to do just that. Or at least he would have, were he able to say more words other than, well, gork.

( @musesmarveled )

“Mrrrrr?”

Jeff toddled over to where the infant dragon sat, curiously sniffing at him.

“Mrrp!” greets Jeff, as he voraciously tackles Gork, tail wagging and slobbering a bit, with his tongue lolling out.

#jeff the land shark #asks #musesmarveled #Anonymous

[obscuremarvelmuses]

@musesmarveled: "She wouldn’t gossip, not a word." (from Kamala to Doreen)

"Ooooh dang! I mean, peanut props to her for not narking on a friend, but we gotta get every lead we can in this case!"

m"Maybe if we bribe her? I can make a mean plate of muffins!" @musesmarveled

#musesmarveled

[supremetobe]

🐣 from America Chavez, @musesmarveled. (sideblog to rosesundruffles btw)

Something went wrong, of COURSE it went wrong, why wouldn’t it go wrong. Of course some bit of magic would go awry and knock Billy temporally displaced with himself. The Younger minimoff being entirely blissfully unaware as he rapped a keyboard currently surfing some old youtube videos, surprised at the sudden uploads by some of his favorite youtubers. Of course when Crisis emerged and he needed to be called, America happened to the be the closest, and seeing as this is a super hero setting doors are not valid, the minimoff’s head turns towards the stranger. “Um... Who are you?”

#Shitposter Supreme [Memes] #musesmarveled #Anonymous

[gaygents-of-atlas]

[ @musesmarveled I hope y’all know I am loving Jimmy Woo and Little Jimmy!! I would die for Little Jimmy without question.]

#OOC #dash commentary

[ciinderellasyndrome]

@musesmarveled​

Betty was quiet as she looked at America and sighed softly 

“So what part of biology are you struggling with?” She said softly, sitting down as she opened her textbook up to the chapter the class was on.

[icyxmischief]

(@musesmarveled, who is a weeee bit nervous about testing out a muse D: )

“How adorable,” Sylvie quips, the corner of her mouth curled up in an expression of subtle amusement. “No, she had taught you well, our mother... And you were lucky. Not once was I ever granted such an opportunity.” All at once the bright jade of her eyes fade to a dark grey, and her expression contorts into an unrelenting snarl. “I had once tried. Learning. And yet when sought out my Father’s permission, the insufferable hypocrite had refused to grant it to me... I suppose it was the one thing he had taught me. Never to mislay my trust within another.”

"...Sylvie, believe me, once I stepped out of line of my intended place, my mother could not protect me."

Would not, a voice whispers within Loki's mind, but he presses it down deep within the dark confines of his psyche.

For now.

"My father was every bit as ruthless as yours. And I've peeked into my would-be and 'sacred' future, and seen his conduct only exponentially worsen. "

He resists the urge to prowl in circles around his cracked mirror image. Instead he folds his hands in his lap and tries to explain the mountain of microaggressive slights, the total and obeisant self-effacement, that has goaded him since young childhood. The fact that Frigga's advocacy was but a skiff in a gale, which eventually sank him, sent him throwing his life away off the Bifrost Bridge and into the arms of a vicious demagogue.

Would Sylvie ever understand that?

And if she doesn't....what hope is there, of connection, with anyone living?

"Not knowing who you really are...then learning it, and realizing....you had no worth save for what you could do to advance the schemes of another....looking around frantically for any signs of yourself in the home and culture you love....and finding nothing....! Learning how exquisitely and completely insignificant you are.... it is not so lucky, not so easy, as you might suspect."

#ic #faded photocopy (sylvie) #musesmarveled #loki spoilers #meta #headcanons #loki meta

[icyxmischief]

(@musesmarveled) Syl's leaning back in a chair, booted feet resting on the table, as she picks her teeth with a sharpened blade.

"You're so... polite." She states, with a raise of her brow and a flourish of her blade. "Why is that? Do you not ever get tired of keeping up appearances?" Then she pauses, and grins.

"Or have you got ulterior motives?"

Loki laughs; it's that breathy, husky purr of merriment that sounds at once youthful and ancient.

"Little bit of that, depending on my conversant, but."

His lip twists a moment, as he watches the uncouth display, and, for the first time, vividly wonders what Sylvie's big brother is like. She seems so much more like Thor, only more ruthless, so much readier for carnage, like she would take an enemy's jugular in her bare teeth and laugh with a mouth full of blood, that horrid two-toned hair tumbling in front of mad eyes.

In a way, he admires her for that, but it's unsettling to look in the mirror and, for the first time, see your own reflection, but find it half-unrecognizable. He suspects it's the lack of Frigga's tempering influence, and all of Odin's undiluted, violent amorality.

{ Thank you, Mother, for raising me well. }

"Ehm, anyway, but, the main reason? The blame for my brother's indiscretions-- all his shortcomings--was deflected on me if I ever drew attention to myself. It was easier for blaming the well-behaved child, which believe it or not I was, for the rowdy child, for not being a good enough brother's keeper. And my father, I suspect like yours, had a violent temper. The smaller and quieter I was, the better chance I had of getting out of those storms unscathed."

#ic #mirror (Sylvie) #musesmarveled #loki spoilers

[lawfulpride]

(@musesmarveled, from Danny, who is technically a muse on this blog.) “You’re no hero. You’re just some KID that THINKS he knows the difference between right and wrong.” “All you do is HURT people. Do us a favor and just LEAVE.”

Davos squares his shoulders. His head rolls on his neck.  He strides over to his once-brother with aggressive resolve. 

      “You, of course, are the moral expert.”

A long simmering pause.

Then he recollects a hilariously inaccurate, campy old film about a martial art that’s Kung Fu’s Japanese sibling.  His room mate introduced it to him and they laughed at it--really, freely laughed--over a vegetarian dinner.  

Davos reaches out his left hand. 

And pinches Danny’s nose.

      “Honk.”

He turns away, with a smug smirk, and leaves.  

#lmao #musesmarveled #ic #thief (danny rand)

[icyxmischief]

❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞ (@musesmarveled, from America)

    “That is . . . . tremendously difficult to answer, America,” Loki breathes.  “Perhaps I learned that keeping an even keel limits the sting when the other shoe inevitably drops.  When you lose so much, you must intentionally scale back on your expectations, or that sense of loss will swallow you whole.” 

#ic #musesmarveled

[icyxmischief]

(@musesmarveled, from America)

She stands before him kicking her shoe against the ground as she holds a large bag in her hands. The bag itself is somewhat plain: brown, decorated with a single curled ribbon and stuffed with hastily gathered paper, but the contents within are anything but.

Inside Loki will find a pair of white shirts, airbrushed with green and gold, with bold cursive letters reading: Multiverse's Best Moms.

Resistant and restrained, she shows no sign of the deep emotions welling within her, save for the subtle twitch of her nose and the subsequent stifling of a lone tear.

Loki takes the bag from America with practiced care, feeling the curl of the ribbon, tugging it and manipulating it and letting it loose, with a lean little smile.

"Shall I...?" And, in his soft velvet voice, he implores permission, hardly wasting a moment before peering inside.

A delighted huff of laughter, and he peers up, playful and game, and just subtly affectionate.

"One, then, is for me. And the other....?"

#ic #musesmarveled #america tag #mother's day cw

[icyxmischief]

(@musesmarveled) Gork plops down his squeaky scepter toy by Loki's feet, swishing his tail excitedly. He has Mjolnir as well, but he thought Loki might not be as fond of it, so he's chosen to bring the scepter instead.

Loki chuckles with quiet and breathy delight at the dragon hatchling.

    “Well met, little fellow,” he greets, with a most pristine bow.  “Would you like me to serve your playing needs?” 

#ic #musesmarveled

[icyxmischief]

(@musesmarveled, from America.) Loki has taken many forms in her life. Friend, enemy, traitor, ally, mother. She finds it odd at times, how she keeps encountering this same person again and again, across different dimensions and universes. But strange as it may be, she feels it is ultimately good.

    “It pleases me to hear this, my young friend.” 

Loki’s smile is wan, but something uncommonly warm springs to jade eyes. Then it spreads to a smile that withholds little of his glee. 

    “And what, pray, brings you before me this time?” 

#ic #musesmarveled

[icyxmischief]

(@musesmarveled) "Hey chico," America pokes her head in through a small star portal. "Wanna ditch the wizard in this next dimension and grab a smoothie?"

Mischief offers up the radiant young woman--radiant not just in face, but in mind and spirit--a small but affectionate smile. Something behind his eyes betrays a weariness of which he doesn't speak.

"You sure I won't cramp your style?" he purrs back, closing the book he'd been scouring on the makeshift bookmark of his finger.

#ic #America tag