((Independent roleplay blog for the character of Low Key Lyesmith/Loki Lie-Smith/Mr. World from the Neil Gaiman novel American Gods.))
Post reblogged from Mischief and violence with 6 notes
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Evening.
Salute. Ezio Auditore, hired assassino. At your service. *he takes a bow taking low key’s hand kissing his knuckle before letting him remove the hand and getting up to stand normally*
…Ugh. You Italians.
Isn’t that gesture only for women or…the Pope, anyway?
Do I look like either to you?
*he chuckles* Signore, trust me I would not kiss you were the Pope. It is good you are not, I would not like another fist fight with the vatican again. Fat bastardo has a good left hook.
Sounds like a riot.
…So I look like a woman to you then?
*he laughs* I would be a fool to mistake someone as peculiar looking you to be a woman. It’s quite obvious you are a man.
…Smarter men than you have. Of course it was due to some clever disguises, but let’s not dwell on that.
Source: lowkeylyesmith
Post reblogged from Mischief and violence with 6 notes
Evening.
Salute. Ezio Auditore, hired assassino. At your service. *he takes a bow taking low key’s hand kissing his knuckle before letting him remove the hand and getting up to stand normally*
…Ugh. You Italians.
Isn’t that gesture only for women or…the Pope, anyway?
Do I look like either to you?
*he chuckles* Signore, trust me I would not kiss you were the Pope. It is good you are not, I would not like another fist fight with the vatican again. Fat bastardo has a good left hook.
Sounds like a riot.
…So I look like a woman to you then?
Source: lowkeylyesmith
Post reblogged from Mischief and violence with 6 notes
Evening.
Salute. Ezio Auditore, hired assassino. At your service. *he takes a bow taking low key’s hand kissing his knuckle before letting him remove the hand and getting up to stand normally*
…Ugh. You Italians.
Isn’t that gesture only for women or…the Pope, anyway?
Do I look like either to you?
Source: lowkeylyesmith
Photo reblogged from 76 with 23 notes
In Norse mythology, where the world is otherwise full of danger, trickery, and scheming, there is one holy place, where gods and men can go in order to confer with one another and be safe. That is the ash tree Yggdrasil.— Julie Catterson Lindahl (On My Swedish Island)
Source: at0micdaisy
Post reblogged from Mischievous Son with 22 notes
Hello everyone!
Don’t be sorry. It was a fucking stupid thing for him to do.Ah. Mortal envy. I understand. Kind of. Living forever does get a bit tiring.
…Maybe you should top yourself. Ever tried it?
Top myself…?
…Suicide.
There’s a lot of methods, but I don’t really know which ones work best on a god.
But a bullet in the brain worked for Thor. How does that sound?
I have thought about it many times, but if I were to not exist then love, sex, and desire would cease to exist in the universe and all would whiter and die. I am not that selfish.
…No, I think it’d be okay.
Even where I’m from, there’s four gods who can do the whole love, sex, romance, and desire bullshit. Frigg, Freyja, Freyr, and Sjofn. And like I said, that’s only from the Norse pantheon. So it wouldn’t be that selfish. They can pick up your slack.
You could jump off the roof of a building? You’d probably get an amazing adreneline rush from the fall before you died. Make you feel more alive than you’d ever been.
Source: sexgodofchaos
Post reblogged from Mischievous Son with 22 notes
Hello everyone!
Don’t be sorry. It was a fucking stupid thing for him to do.Ah. Mortal envy. I understand. Kind of. Living forever does get a bit tiring.
…Maybe you should top yourself. Ever tried it?
Top myself…?
…Suicide.
There’s a lot of methods, but I don’t really know which ones work best on a god.
But a bullet in the brain worked for Thor. How does that sound?
Source: sexgodofchaos
Post reblogged from Mischievous Son with 22 notes
Hello everyone!
Where do you find the energy to be so fucking cheery all the time?
I’m geniunely curious.
It is just who I am.
…but why? How can you stand to keep being such a damned ray of sunshine in this crapsack world?
Insult this world again and you’ll fall in love with a toad. You do not know what it is like upon Olympus. To watch everyone you’ve known for eons fight amongst each other, tear at each other. I left there despite Zeus’s orders and have been travailing from realm ever since. I am like this because I am happy to not be apart of that world anymore.
Okay, so I don’t know what it’s like to live on Olympus. But at least you got to have some fun without anyone sewing your mouth shut. Or tying you to a rock with a snake dripping venom onto you from above.
This world is a shithole to live in. I had a brother once. He was a nice guy. Not the brightest, but oh well. You know what happened to him?
He killed himself. Stuck a gun in his mouth, blew his fucking brains out. Because he couldn’t take it, living in this world any more.
So I’ll say it again. Crapsack world.
I am sorry to hear that. But I am able to see the good in all things. I wish to be mortal, to rid myself of this curse of living forever. To be able to live each day to the fullest because it might be my last. I envy these beings.
Don’t be sorry. It was a fucking stupid thing for him to do.
Ah. Mortal envy. I understand. Kind of. Living forever does get a bit tiring.
…Maybe you should top yourself. Ever tried it?
Source: sexgodofchaos
Post reblogged from Mischievous Son with 22 notes
Hello everyone!
Where do you find the energy to be so fucking cheery all the time?
I’m geniunely curious.
It is just who I am.
…but why? How can you stand to keep being such a damned ray of sunshine in this crapsack world?
Insult this world again and you’ll fall in love with a toad. You do not know what it is like upon Olympus. To watch everyone you’ve known for eons fight amongst each other, tear at each other. I left there despite Zeus’s orders and have been travailing from realm ever since. I am like this because I am happy to not be apart of that world anymore.
Okay, so I don’t know what it’s like to live on Olympus. But at least you got to have some fun without anyone sewing your mouth shut. Or tying you to a rock with a snake dripping venom onto you from above.
This world is a shithole to live in. I had a brother once. He was a nice guy. Not the brightest, but oh well. You know what happened to him?
He killed himself. Stuck a gun in his mouth, blew his fucking brains out. Because he couldn’t take it, living in this world any more.
So I’ll say it again. Crapsack world.
Source: sexgodofchaos
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