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notsolowkeylyesmith-blog · 10 years

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I'm gonna head off of here for the night, happy new years to everyone!

#it's almost 40 minutes past midnight here but w/e #OutofSeiðr

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#ASDFGHJKL; OMG #I KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE NAMED SAM #also I feel like I should wish you happy new years #[sobS] I JUST LOVE THESE STUPID ROBOTS SO MUCH #OutofSeiðr

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Loki was capable of understanding many dialects, and Russian was among them. "So.." he chuckled and shook his head. "The spawn of the Spider, and the Hawk."

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“My last name is Barton… you figure it out." he says in fluent Russian, eyes narrowing.

#bowmansprungfromahero

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#I can't get over The Spine's face in this gif oh my go d #omg rEALLY #COME INTO MY ARMS #[TACKLE HUGS]#I am Sam hello #I'm clearly the mun of Loki the Frosty Shithead #OutofSeiðr

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the quickest way to the mun's heart is through music

#OutofSeiðr

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HAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

#I LOVE HATCHY SO MUCH #also we should be best friends like right now #because Steam Powered Giraffe is awesome and your blog is awesome and YOU'RE AWESOME #OutofSeiðr

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We’ve awoken.

#sociopathicjoker #OutofSeiðr #ILY

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did someone say SPG

fischerdreamsofbeaches replied to your photo “sO you’re probably thinking like one of two things 1) Didn’t you…”

// wait is that a SPG styled cosplay or is that something else entirely?

Y E S I was doing my own version of a SPG bot!!! OMFSOGMFOGMFOGM WHY ARE YOU GETTING MORE PERFECT BY THE MOMENT

#sociopathicjoker #I'M SORRY I JUST #I HAD TO BUTT IN #I'M SORRY #OutofSeiðr

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It better be black. It better be tight. It better be just my size.

My Chemical Romance • Boy Division • Conventional Weapons: Number One (via bowmansprungfromahero)

#//I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH

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notsolowkeylyesmith-blog · 10 years

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ᴅᴇᴍᴏʟɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs || ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʀᴘ

Loki was waging war. An incredible, rage-fueled war, against S.H.I.E.L.D, and Asgard. To him, they deserved it. They deserved the destruction raining down upon them. How dare they try to keep him from ruling. How dare they try to destroy him. They were no longer family, or friends, or enemies, but one singular mass of insects that he must destroy.

He'd waited a very long time and had planned carefully, collecting as many resources as he needed. Under the disguise of Odin, he amassed weapons fit for the greatest army any of the Nine Realms had ever seen. Then, he slipped down to Earth and waited.

He followed the movements of the Avengers, and learned everything about them he could. Blind destruction was fun, yes, but making it personal seemed far more rewarding to him. So he continued to wait, and watch, looking for the easiest way to bring his greatest enemies down on their knees.

He took a particular interest to Archer. It was his parentage that first caught Loki's eye, and soon a plan was formulated. He lured the younger into a trap, and--using a combination of his own psychic abilities and dark magic--put Archer under his control.

As he culled more followers from the populace, and placed them under his control, it became impossible for him to hide. In a swift strike that left the world breathless, he destroyed a good portion of New York, and declared Archer as his right hand man. The pair continued to work together, and took out city after city. It was chaotic, it was bloody, and it was terrifying. There was no pattern to Loki's attacks, and thousands upon thousands were dying.

No one knew where he would strike next, and their fear in abundance only brought him more pleasure.

Archer was nothing but a mindless servant, and after many months of being under Loki's control, his mind was a mess. If he ever got out of Loki's grasp, it would be a miracle if his mind could be put back together again.

Nearly four months after his first calculated strike, Loki could be found with a choice group of his soldiers in an abandoned subway tunnel beneath London. He planned to strike here next, but perhaps on a smaller level. There were rumors of S.H.I.E.L.D safe houses in the city, and he wished to attack them first.

For now, however, he thought he'd amuse himself. "Oh, Archer.." he called out, smirk spreading across his lips. He did this sometimes. He'd call upon his best soldier, ask him about his childhood and his parents, and then remind him that he would never see them again. Archer, as he was still under Loki's control, would only smile an nod.

It was quite sad, really. Loki was simply playing with a puppet who only echoed back the praise and the worship he wanted to hear. These empty words rang in his ears as he destroyed more and more, in an attempt to fill the nasty black hole in his heart and soul. There was no more hope for him now; he could not be brought back from the brink. He was completely consumed by madness, and power, and he loved it.

"Archer!" Loki snapped. It was taking the agent far too long to make his way over to Loki, and this displeased him. Perhaps he'd take his sick little game of torture a little farther this time. Loki toyed with the idea of leaving a message carved into Archer's very flesh, a message for his parents to find once their son became useless to Loki's cause.

#bowmansprungfromahero

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"Not often enough, I'm afraid."