#oh in other news i was thinking of cosplaying as Loki next time comic con is on

[sylvieons]

So I met Tom Hiddleston at New York Comic Con today and this is everything that went down, mostly for posterity so I remember as much as I can because I always tell myself I'm gonna write down experiences when they happen and then I don't and then I forget everything.  But I don’t want to forget this especially because nobody ever delivered me from Hiddlehell so there I was.

Anyway, I cosplayed as Stuttgart!Loki.  This is the same costume I wore last year to NYCC and I hadn't planned on repeating it but then TH was announced as a guest and I figured I might as well. I was really nervous about dressing up in front of him for some reason even though I'm sure he's seen 324234 Lokis and had even 23434 more weird interactions with people but I was freaking out.  I did it anyway because I knew I'd regret it if I didn't.

I always get super pleased when people ask for my picture or tell me they like my costume and one guy was like "Brilliant. That is -badass-" and I was like :D so I'm glad I dressed up.  Also I guess the Con does all their press on Thursday,  because some lady came up to me and said she worked for ABC News and they were doing  a piece on Stan Lee and would I want to talk on camera.  I declined, because all I know about Stan Lee is he is old and dead, so.

Anyway my photo op was as soon as the con opened, and I got in pretty fast. First impression was Tom Hiddleston was very tall and thin and I guess I was too busy thinking about his body when I walked up to him and said "hi!" because he immediately said "Going old school. Avengers Loki. Nice." and I was like *weird noise* because I was still thinking about his legs or some shit and I didn't know what he was talking about for a fraction of a second. Then I got it and was pleased because I was terrified he had forgotten that Loki costume.

I didn't want to smile because I wanted to be more in character and also because I look stupid when I smile but Tom Hiddleston was touching me and I was touching his famous blue sweater and I couldn't help myself.  After the photo was done and the photo people were all "next" and moving the next person in, Tom turned to me when I was walking away, like leaned around me to LOOK DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES and tells me "You look fantastic. Really great."   That right there murdered me. Like if that was all I had done today that would have been FINE.

But I had the autograph a little later, and I brought my mini Only Lovers Left Alive poster that I bought specifically for him to sign if I met him.  In line, I learned you could get multiple items signed, and I didn't have anything else, so I opted for my phone case. I did this with Bruce Campbell at a book signing because I didn't have anything else and it was cool, just. Having his autograph on my phone.

Last week I told myself I'd say something more than "hi" because I'd hate myself if I didn't.  But I never know what to say to anyone because I'm awkward, so I spent 45 minutes last week coming up with something.  I wanted it to be like...like I wanted him to know he's important to me without sounding like a lunatic.  Because just like, his existence has helped me with some bad shit the past year and a half because he always makes me happy whether he’s doing some dumbass vitamins commercial or making new content.  His play spurred me to check out how much it'd cost to go to London and like I never would have considered that as an option for something for me to do, but through a combination of factors at that point in my life I was like. YEAH LET'S DO THIS LET'S GO TO LONDON and I wouldn't have had that life experience if it wasn't for him.

So I had my shit rehearsed and of course I forgot part of it, but. Anyway, I got up to the autographing table and I said hi again and he said something generic, and I was like @myself it's now or never bitch so the gist was basically "I don't know how to articulate this well - " and then he looked up at me and I was like *no please don't if I look at your face you will undo me*.  Got my shit together and continued. "But I'd like to thank you.  You're very talented and you exude such a kind aura -" and he interrupted to say thank you and I'm like *shut up, please, my brain is the size of walnut I can't remember this if you keep looking at me.*  So I stalled for a second and then "- and because of that it's been so easy for you to be a bright spot in my life when things get hard, so thank you for that" And then he put his hand on his chest and said something about being very grateful at the same time I was telling him I was grateful and there was just some overlapping THANK YOU I APPRECIATE ITS.  And then I felt like I was gonna die because I actually accomplished what I wanted to.    Then I almost left before shaking his hand but the other thing I promised myself I would do was TOUCH THOSE GIANT HANDS and I was like *squeaks* "Can I - " while holding my hand out and he smiled or whatever I can't remember because I was blacking out and then I came to again because this is when he winked at me.

And it's not like I could have mistaken this for something else, like he got something in his eye, because Tom Hiddleston does -not- know how to wink so when he does he uses his entire face and half his body to do it and I'm not sure WHY HE DID but I really don't CARE only that he FULLY and 100%  MURDERED ME in that instant.

And then as I was walking away he called after me and said "Thank you so much for what you said" and I feel like I didn't acknowledge him because I don't remember what I did, only that I was in a daze trying to text while I was like OMG WHERE'S MY PHONE...........oh I'm holding it.

Now my phone looks terrible because I put tape over his autograph so it doesn't fade away but that's fine. It's there.

Anyway I had to go sit down on the floor after that because my legs were getting a little weak lmao.

I was a little afraid he would not be as nice as  people say - I didn't think he'd be rude, from everything I've heard about him he's not - but he could've just been having a bad day or whatever.  But he's just as sweet, if not sweeter than I expected.  Actually, definitely sweeter.  I've met a lot of celebrities and this is by far the best interaction I've had with one, just in terms of responsiveness and how much -I- said, because I usually just say "hi" and that's that on that.  And that fact that my best experience is with Tom Hiddleston aka the only person besides Gillian Anderson I've loved this much is amazing.

I kind of like, don't ever want to meet him again because everything went perfect and I'd like to keep it that way.  I know my impulsive ass tho, if I had the opportunity again I'd be like *catapults*

And then it took me 2343243222 hours to get home because my stupid ass couldn't find the parking garage I parked in, then Google Maps kept telling me to do shit that wasn't possible, THEN I sat in traffic for 90 years trying to get into the Lincoln Tunnel only to learn when I got to the front of the line that I could only go left so I had to loop around and sit in the same damn traffic for another 90 years.  

But it was fine. Because Tom Hiddleston winked at me.

#dot txt #hey that's my man #thcc

[puchittothelimit]

I would absolutely love to read anything with some Morrigan or Belloma!!

Author’s Notes

Fandom:SMITE

Fan-fiction:Shape-Shifting Scoundrel

Summary:One of The Morrigan’s favourite pastimesis impersonating other Gods and wreaking havoc on their lives and the peoplearound them. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

Characters:The Morrigan (as a variety of Gods), Ah Puch, Anhur, Anubis, Arachne, Athena, Bakasura, Bastet, Cu Chulainn, Erlang Shen, Izanami, Loki, Medusa, Mercury, Ra, Raijin and Susano

Warnings:None

Credit for this entire concept goes to @thana-roast. I had no idea whatto do with The Morrigan and they gave me this amazing idea where she transformsinto other gods and starts screwing with them and the people around them

The Morrigan heaved her travel bag over her shoulder, allready to go. There was just one more thing to do: actually decide where she wasgoing. She grabbed her phone, and opened up the Random God Wheel. As it spun,Cu Chulainn passed her by, knowing full well what she was preparing for. Shedid this most days and every day, he would condemn it. He couldn’t understandhow she could transform into other Gods and willingly put them in troublingsituations, some with quite severe consequences. He despised the fact that shegot pleasure from these activities, something he couldn’t fathom.

“You cannae’ just go ‘round committing fraud Morri’,” Hesaid sternly, in passing.

The Morrigan smirked. She wouldnever let criticism of her go unpunished and dealt with haters in a relativelyunique way. A sharp breath in, taking in Cu Chulainn’s man-scent, musky andvile in her opinion, and she took his form, morphing smoothly. As the formsolidified, she bent over, hands on her hips, and mimicked him, her voicehighly exaggerated, “YOu cAnNae’ jUst gO ‘rOuNd cOmMiTtIng fRaUd MOrRi’.”

The more she shaved, the harder it became for her to bringherself to a stop. The longer she carried on, the worse she looked which was whatshe wanted. Suddenly, she caught herself with the blade, prompting her to putit down sourly. She did a couple of final checks: though she knew the answer,she checked that Anhur – the real Anhur – was fast asleep (lions are lazy); shemade sure that she looked as horrific as possible as a lion with their manebadly shaved could get.

Sucking herself up and sucking herself in (while Anhur was alot bigger than she was and it made her feel rather strange), she exited theroom and headed to wherever she could hear voices which proved to be a bit of achore, given the complexities of Egyptian structures.

Finally, she spotted the rest of Anhur’s family and quickly backedup behind a pillar. How should I enter, she pondered: Care-free and confident,pretending not to be aware of his new look, or straight-up announcing that he’dmade a change?

Bastet decided for her.

The Morrigan jumped at a scream. She had no time to recoverbefore one of her paws were grabbed by who she now realised was Bastet. She wasa sneaky little thing, she snarled.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” Bastet rattled off quickly, “Lookwhat Anhur did!” She cried as she entered the living space where her pantheonwere sat.  They all stood when theynoticed one of their own in distress, though they couldn’t quite decide who itwas.

The Morrigan had gone for a neutral expression, as a lack ofa reaction from ‘Anhur’ might spark a more intense one from his family.

Anubis just held his snout, trying to stifle his laughter,though a few snickers came through. It wasn’t out of humour but shock. Hedidn’t know what to say, so he just laughed. He glanced at Ra, expecting tohave the Sun God glaring at him but he was fixated on Anhur. His expressionforced Anubis to silence himself; Ra looked as if he was seeing Anhur injuredor worse. He approached him slowly, and The Morrigan had to attempt to silenceherself; it was such an over the top reaction for what was essentially a badhair-cut but she thrived off of this.

“Anhur, son, what did you do?” Ra took her by the shoulders,and Bastet appeared at his side. They both looked into her eyes, “Your mane wasyour pride and joy! Why get rid of it? Don’t tell me it’s not a phase becauseit most certainly is! Oh my goodness, what have you done? You’re going toregret it in the future. It’ll never grow to the same length again!” He begantearing up. This was gold, The Morrigan thought.

“Anhur, why did you do it? Is there something wrong?”  Bastet asked softly as she comforted Ra.

Now The Morrigan could get creative with her excuses. Alas,she was interrupted once again, this time by a smooth, deep voice, making allof her impromptu hairs stand on end.

“I heard a scream! Is everyone alright?” Anhur called.

Bastet continued to stare at The Morrigan, still in disguiseeven though she knew it was wearing thin, “Your mouth didn’t move when youspoke,” She stammered.

The Morrigan shrugged her shoulders. She had to admit thatthis scenario would probably play out rather predictably with a game of ‘No,I’m the real…’ and she’d been there and done that. There was no more excitementto be had here. A snap of her fingers (albeit, rather muffled because ofAnhur’s hairy paws), and a puff of smoke and feathers, and she was gone,darting away in her raven form.

The real Anhur came into viewwhen the cloud dispelled with his mane intact, though not for much longer ashis family lunged for him and began running their fingers through it, just tomake sure it was still there.

When Mercury was at his top speed, everything became an abstractblur. There was a thrill to be had with not quite knowing where you were orwhat was ahead, even though, secretly, he knew exactly where he was. At thisspeed, it seemed as if he was the only living thing on the planet, everythingelse grinding to a halt to make way for him as he did his rounds. You canimagine he was quite shocked when, out of the corner of his eye, he could actuallymake out a clear shape against the blur, that of a man… Of him.

He didn’t want to stop but a panic was making him slow down asit engulfed his heart, making it sting. He powered through. He didn’t want togive ‘himself’ an opportunity to catch up with him further, not knowing their…his intentions. He was still verystartled. There was so much he wanted to understand about what was happeningbut he’d rather find out in his own time, when he wasn’t preoccupied withrunning faster than every being in existence, apart from the entity running alongsidehim.

He looked down at his feet, as if it would beckon them tomove faster. He lifted his head back up and found his double running directly besidehim. He yelped as he nearly tripped over. It was only for a moment that he hadtaken his eyes off…himself and they were already level. He’d never felt thiskind of terror. The other Mercury was looking him straight in the eye, a smirkthat could’ve meant any number of things causing his cheeks to bundle up into deviouswrinkles.

Mercury finally noticed the one thing him and his doubledidn’t have in common; their eye colours were different.

He finally found some strength in the back of his throat totry and make a sound, “Who…Who are you?” He stammered, very unlike him.

The Morrigan couldn’t help but smile harder. This couldn’thave gone any more perfect. She had the perfect set up for in order to say nextfew words, “I am you but faster.”

Mercury was immediately halted inhis tracks, watching his double speed off into the blue horizon which, afterfeeling his boots becoming rather wet, realised was the ocean. He was stillwondering what on earth just happened as he sank into the Atlantic.

Now, this was something to get excited about, The Morriganthought.

Of course, Bakasura couldn’t just waltz in to a fast foodrestaurant, out in the open, on any normal day. He’d attract more than juststares. But The Morrigan had already carefully considered the date and thelocation; This weekend, Manchester Comic-Con was taking place so there would bepeople in cosplay both in around the venue, including herself, ‘cosplaying’ asSMITE’s very own Bakasura. But she was not here for any contest. She had hereyes set on a very different prize: a feast worthy of a queen.

Though it was true, she wasn’t here for the attention. Infact, it was the last thing she wanted. That said, she didn’t reject anyoneasking for a photo with her. She figured Bakasura would get quite the shockwhen he saw himself at Comic Con.

Eventually, she made it to the food court. The whole areawas her oyster, providing nobody at the counters checked the name on her card(it being her own).

As she approached the first counter, selling Chinesecuisine, a tangy scent filled her nostrils, only making her more excited forwhat was to come. She kept her head down, hopeful that it would deter anyoneelse from disturbing her in her quest. When she lifted her head up, her eyesmet those of the server at the till, wide and brimming with excitement, “Thatis one amazing cosplay, wow!” He shook his head in disbelief, his mouth hangingopen.

This was the bit she hated: talking. She always ended upover-thinking it, and could never get used to the fact that she didn’t have toalter her to sound like who she was portraying. Their voice was exactly thesame. “Thanks!” She spoke quickly.

“Honestly, it’s amazing! So, what can I get for you? Iimagine you’re pretty hungry, huh Baka’?”

The Morrigan made sure her laugh sounded as fake aspossible. She wanted him to know how basic his joke was. “I’ll take one ofeverything, please.” The server laughed, a far more genuine display than TheMorrigan’s. She frowned, not intending to make a joke. She was deadly serious,“I’m not joking,” She said plainly.

“Oh! Um…So, you’re ordering for the group?” The server triedto make small talk as he began pushing various buttons on the tablet in frontof him.

“No,” The Morrigan smirked, keeping a close eye on hisreaction. He paused for a moment.

“You want these in like, snack-sized portions?”

“No, full-sized items please,” She widened her grin, “Oh,and a diet coke please!”

“Uh…sure!” She could’ve swornthe server was beginning to sweat. His turmoil was of little concern to her.Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing had ever, and would never, come closeto this. She was about to eat some amazing food and, the best part, she wouldnever feel full; she could just carry on, and have even more amazing food! Itwas every girl’s dream. She eyed up the other food stands, yet to feel thewrath of her taste buds, and licked her lips.

She took absolute care whilst sliding the balcony door shut,though there was little chance Susano would be stirred. She grimaced at hisdisgusting face, contorted as it was pressed against his pillow. He snoredsuddenly, and The Morrigan quickened her pace for she couldn’t stand the sound,no matter who it came from.  She openedhis bedroom door with haste, and quickly exited, closing it behind her. Shegritted her teeth when she heard the sound again, despite being out of theroom. Damn, these thin walls, she frowned whilst she morphed.

The feeling of stubble on her face was something that shewas grateful not to experience on a daily basis. Her face stung as she rotatedher jaw, trying to dispel the feeling. She wondered why some men did not shave.

She heard more noise, and found herself in a brightly litroom.

“Susan’, are you ill? You’re actually up before noon!” Sheheard a booming voice say. Raijin tapped her on the shoulder, just as forceful.

She coughed, “No, just wanted to wake up early, youknow?  Have some breakfast,” Taking adeep breath in, she hesitated for once; though she was used to disrespectingpeople on other’s behalves, she wondered if this was taking it too far. Shebarely knew Izanami, but knew of her ferocious tendencies. She gave her aglance and her form’s mother gave her a sweet smile. She went in for the kill,“Hey Mom, can I get some pancakes?” She sat herself down next the table.

There was a silence, not dangerous, but there was an elementof confusion. The Morrigan caught Raijin stretching his palms to question heractions.

“Susano, I shouldn’t have to tell you what the magic word isnow, should I?” Her tone was gentle, but her lack of eye contact as she placeda juice carton on the table was a little unsettling.

“Mom, I’m not five,” The Morrigan blurted out, overcomingher anxiety by acting straight off the bat.

Izanami’s head immediately turned to face her son, hangingat a grotesque angle. The Morrigan had to admit, she was rightfullyintimidated. “Then you should know your manners by now.” Keeping his head down,Raijin carefully took the carton and poured himself a drink. As he sighed, helet out a quiet whistle, his only comment on Susano’s abnormal behaviour.

Izanami gracefully slipped away back to the stove where shewas preparing breakfast. The Morrigan didn’t dare look at her again, for shewould undoubtedly crumble, and she had done know where near enough damage yet.

Raijin offered her the carton, and she took it, then immediatelyrealised what he was snickering about. There was no more juice left in it.There was something so appropriate she could do in this moment. It took everyounce of her being, knowing she would not have to experience the consequences,to do what she did next, “This bitch empty! Yeet!” She proclaimed as she swung her arm with as much forceas she could muster, throwing the carton straight into the back of Izanami’shead.

At the sound of a loud ‘pop’ as the carton hit Izanami,Raijin stumbled out of the kitchen.

At the sound of an ungodlyscreech, Susano woke up with a jolt.

“Oh!” The Morrigan had made a break through. She had beenfiddling with the mask for what felt like an eternity, trying to get it off.Finally, something had clicked; She had managed to shift one of the spikes onthe appendage at the back of her head. She slid her hand down and pushed allthree of the spikes down until they stopped. With another click, the maskbecame lose around her face. This was it, she thought. She would finally get tosee what Ah Puch looked like, who he really was (something she may be able touse to her advantage later on).

She patted her face, trying to find another weak point. Shepinched the chin of the mask and it shifted slightly. Holding her breath, sheclosed her eyes and pulled it off of her head, then tossed it to one side.

She opened her eyes but, for a second, thought she hadn’t.

Everything looked milky, for lack of a better word. Shecould see only faint outlines of objects. The lack of focus even began toirritate her as she tried to adjust. She looked to where she knew there was amirror, there so she could see herself (or, rather, himself).

Nothing but white.

“Are you kidding me? He’s blind?” She groaned, as disgusting raspy noise escaping through hermany, many teeth.

She then fumbled around for her phone so she could take apicture of herself to look at later, but to no avail.

She then tried to recover the mask so she could see again,to no avail.

She gave it up as a bad job andmoved onto her next venture. In truth, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted toknow who she had just transformed into.

Medusa wrapped her tail around the leg of the chair,squeezing that instead of the phone in her hand as she struggled to comprehendwhat she was seeing.

“Arachne, look away for a moment,” She said.

Arachne swallowed her cocktail and turned to her friend, “Ibeg your pardon?”

“Look away! I need to look at this with my own eyes,” Medusaprepared to slip her mask off.

The weaver shuffled round, away from Medusa. She eyed theother deities in Mama Nyx’s, “Don’t you want to tell them to look away too?”

“I don’t really care about them,” Medusa mutteredabsentmindedly as she perused the messages on her phone. She wondered whethershe was dreaming, as it tended to bring out the worst in her. But this wasn’ther; this was someone else’s depravity.

“Can I turn around yet?” Arachne called.

Medusa gasped and put her mask back down, “Sure. I don’tthink you’re ready for this though.”

“Ready for what?” Medusa flipped her phone round, and awhite, bright light offended Arachne’s eyesight, “Ew,” She said instinctively.She squinted as she focused on the screen, the lines and the curves becomingall too clear.

She went to speak but found no words. She didn’t know whatto ask first: Who or why? To be fair, she knew why someone might think thatMedusa would want pictures like these, but she couldn’t help but feel offendedon her behalf that someone would even comprehend that Medusa was capable ofsuch evil. Herself, yes, absolutely, but not Medusa.

“Yep,” Medusa nodded, looking at her phone once more.

“Who…Who sent you those?” Arachne said quickly, beforetaking a deep breath. This wasn’t a situation she’d ever thought she’d be in,harbouring crude photos that she wasn’t necessarily meant to see (though theyweren’t on her phone at least).

“The Morrigan,” Medusa paused, noting her friend’sconfusion, “Dear, it’s The Morrigan as Athena. There’s no way she’d take nudesof herself, let alone, put them online. She’s nowhere near that stupid.”

“The Morrigan sent you nudes of herself as Athena? That’ssomething you couldn’t write,” Arachne grabbed her cocktail and glanced around,casually checking for anyone listening to their conversation, “What did shesay?”

“Just to do what we wanted with them, and she added a kiss.She’s sent them to you as well,” Arachne spluttered, darting for her phone.Medusa rolled her eyes when she saw her smirk at the pictures.

“I must admit, I’m a little offended that she thinks that wewould stoop so low as to post revenge porn.”

But you would, Medusa wanted to say but it wasn’t worth it. “I’msurprised she stooped that low, if I’m honest.” She scrolled through thepictures once more, not quite sure what to do with them, whether to delete themor to send them to Kali in case she didn’t receive them (as she too loved agood bitch about Athena). There was always the risk that it would escalate,Kali also being a goddess who thrived on creating chaos.

“I’m surprised she didn’t gagthroughout the whole affair. I’ve never wanted a female less in my life. Noangle of Athena looks pretty,” Arachne locked her phone with scorn and went backto her cocktail, but kept an eye on Medusa to see what she was doing with thisnew-found material.

“For the last time, I know it’s you Morri’,” Loki grew tiredof her persistence. He was fully aware that the being standing in front of himwas The Morrigan. Also a being that could shapeshift, he knew where the flawsin her disguise were. One being her eyes, still her own, and the other beingthe fact that she could not stop laughing.

“I won’t have you changing the subject decoy!” Shespluttered, her voice quivering under the pressure not to laugh, “I am the realLoki. I am your commander and you will disapparate! I am through with you!” Sheheld firm, but only for a moment. She couldn’t be serious. Even Loki wasbeginning to smile which made her crumble. She had to put her hand on hisshoulder while she regained her composure.

“How about you disapparate?” Without even looking, hepinched her funny bone, a sure fire way to reveal a shape-shifter’s trued form.She let out an enormous yelp, a horrifying sound that undulated in tone as shetransitioned from one form to another. The sound she made tickled her evenmore. Loki had to hold her to stop her from collapsing. He rolled her eyes ather over exaggerated display, though he knew shape-shifting made you a littleloopy (too many changes all going on at once).

“Oh, you could’ve played along,” She tapped him playfully tolet him know she was alright, though she was still giggling as she straightenedup. “Do you not ever just shape-shift for fun?”

“Not any-.”

“You should do. I have had the best day. Like, so much hasgone on but the best thing – oh my god, you’re going to love this – was Itransformed into Erlang Shen, and untrained his dog and told him it was okay to shit on the carpet!” She erupted into afresh set of giggles. Loki tilted his head, somewhat impressed.

“That sounds horrifying.”

She suddenly stopped, looking him dead in the eye, “Do youreally think so? Because I am such a big fan of your work and it means so muchto hear you say that.” That was something Loki hadn’t received in a very longtime: a genuine compliment. Before he had a chance to thank her, she interruptedhim again, “Do you want to…maybe…come out with me sometime and we can go screwup some other god’s lives?” She gave him a huge smile. He almost felt bad thathe was about to deny her but alas it was for the greater good.

“Like I said before, I don’t do that anymore.”

“But why?” She looked upon him with sad eyes, “I thought youloved causing mischief?”

“Oh, of course I do! Don’t youknow me at all?” He put his hand on his chest and another on her shoulder toreassure her that he wasn’t criticising her, “I love causing trouble as much asyou do but the last I shape-shifted, Igot in trouble; I got pregnant, and when you have children of your own, you’llunderstand. So no, never again.”

Author’s Notes

This was so much funto write and there were so many more concepts involving other gods that didn’t make the final cut. Thank you @thana-roast for the amazing initial concept! I hope youlove what became of it. Enjoy!

Please give this story a like and reblog if you enjoyed it! It really helps me out! Thanks for reading!

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