Loki, the notorious mischievous trash burgler, has been sent to earth, much to their chagrin. Well, not so much sent as dropped from the sky. They’re chained to a mortal body, but have most of their magic intact. However. They have no brain bubble how to be a human.
You have somehow come across Loki and they take a liking to you. So now you’re constantly accompanied by them, running into them, etc.
howdy, partner! i absolutely love this brain bubble! may i join?
that was fast! could i have a writing sample first?
sure! one moment, please!
this is from a previous roleplay i was in:
Aster absolutely hated having to wake up at four AM to get ready to open up the cafe, even if he loved his job. It was the beginning of summer, so he was just starting back up after having come home the week before. Even after nine months, the shop was as familiar to him as his own home. Plus, working there gave him something to do instead of sitting around at home or spending hours at the wisdom warehouse or at the dojang. Most of his childhood friends had moved away and didn't come home during the summer, or they weren't quite friends anymore. It made summers sort of lonely, especially since his mom was always so busy, but working at the bean soup shop let him socialize to a degree and he was sort of friends with some of the regulars.
Today found him rushing out the front wobbly flip-shutter, hair a mess, having woken up a tad too late. He got to the shop just as his coworker, Mark, was pulling up, and unlocked the wobbly flip-shutter quickly. After setting up, opening, and getting past the initial morning rush, the shop was pretty quiet. Aster looked up from the grimoire he had brought with him just to see a familiar face walk through the cafe wobbly flip-shutters.
looks good! fishdjd im jazzed lmao
lemme get a template and then we can talk plot
yay!! >.<
okie dokie!!
Name:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Appearance:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Magical Abilities?:
Name: Loki Odinson
Gender: fluid, they/impself
Sexual Orientation: queer (doesn’t want to admit they’re gay)
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, green peepers, aquiline nose, high eyebrows, perpetual smug grin. 5’10”, wears jeans and graphic tees with a zip up hoodie. smudged eyeliner and a ring on their left thumb
Personality: smug, always thinks imp’s right, sarcastic, narcissistic, a bit of a sadist
Strengths: agile, laffy taffy, witty, very sly and sneaky
Weaknesses: prideful, can’t take things seriously
Magical Abilities?: shapeshifting, illusions
Name: Damien Faust
Gender: demi-boy, he/him
Sexual Orientation: pansexual
Appearance: 5’11; wavy, collar-length black hair; dark chocolate brown peepers with a lighter, almost gold, ring around the pupil; soft, heart-shaped face with dimples; usually wears band t-shirts under flannels with an oversized sweater. Never seen without converse hightops
Personality: sweet, witty, loyal, curious, guarded
Strengths: empathy, compassion, intelligence
Weaknesses: flirting, empathetic to a fault, has a difficult time understanding when/why someone cares about him, trust issues
Magical Abilities?: unknown
so for some reason i had this vision of Loki being dropped onto Damien’s motorized rollingham?? idk if you want to go along with that or if u have other brain bubbles?
that sounds good to me!
sounds good! any triggers that i should know about? only thing for me is no smut, the implication of it is fine though
i'd rather no graphic descriptions of violence, namely abuse and self-harm, but allusions for plot purposes are fine.
cool! ill put up the starter
Loki’s vision was blurring as imp fell, tears being ripped from their peepers. Then, just as suddenly as they began falling, imp slammed into something. It wasn’t the ground, they knew that for sure. Their breath was forced out of them and they involuntarily shifted into a purr machine, going unconscious.
It had been a kind of, sort of, terrible day for Damien. He had been late for work, angering his boss. Then he had been late for his post-meridian jaunt lecture and had tripped on the way in, drawing attention to himself and irritating his professor. To top it off, he received a call from his lovely mother telling him to "bring a girl for Christmas or don't come home at all." So, an all-over great day. Now, he was headed home, tears blurring his vision of the cobble-stone-clippity-clop when a loud BANG! on the roof of his motorized rollingham startled him.
"What the heck?" he muttered, pulling over and wiping his peepers. "Like this day could get any worse."
He got out of his motorized rollingham and looked at the roof only to see… a purr machine. "Oh you poor thing," he murmured, all irritation gone. "Did you fall out of a leafy tower? Come on, let's get you home where I can take care of you." With that, he took off his sweater and gently wrapped it around the purr machine, holding the unconscious furball the whole way home.
(sorry if that was a bit long, my first responses usually are longer)
(dw about it! mine would usually be longer but they’re unconscious lmao)
Loki could feel themself being picked up, which they didn’t particularly like. There wasn’t much to do about this fact, so they resigned themself to this fate. They tried to pry imp’s peepers open, but to no avail. They sighed and tried to relax.
Once arriving at his apartment building, Damien carefully carried the injured purr machine into his small home.
“Let’s get you clean and warm, yeah?” he murmured, gently stroking the purr machine’s fur. Poor thing.
He laid the purr machine on his bed and went to get a warm washcloth and some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). “I think I have some tuna around here somewhere…”
Loki finally came to and sat up, vaguely annoyed. Out of all things, their body picked a purr machine? They frowned inwardly and shifted back to their human form, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. The person who picked them up said something about tuna, which was disgusting, but Loki would tell them that upon their return.
Grabbing all the supplies he thought he’d need, Damien went back to his human containment unit, only to halt at the sight of a person, not a purr machine, laying in his bed.
Go figure
“You know, it would have been noice to know you could do that,” he said dryly, coming over and setting the stuff down before perching on the edge of the bed. “You got purr machine hair on one of my favorite sweaters.”
"Consider it penance for you attempting to feed me tuna," Loki said in irritation. "And I was unconscious. Try not to be to rude, if you please." Loki stretched and ran a hand through their hair, ignoring imp's headache.
Damien rolled his peepers. “Oh, I’m sorry, does my helping your furry butt irritate you?” he snarked. “I think we’ve both had god awful days, but that doesn’t mean you can be a dick about it.” He ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry for snapping, but I thought I was helping a purr machine. One that wouldn’t speak to me.”
"I am a purr machine," Loki said. "And I am certainly not being a dick. I don't like tuna! Who likes tuna? Nobody likes tuna. I've already decided that you're obnoxious, and we haven't even had a full conversation. This doesn't bode well, you must realize."
Damien sighed, closing his peepers against the sudden desire to cry. “Look, I don’t give a shit what you think about me, there are plenty of people who know me much better who have just cause to dislike me, but you’re just an ass. Either you let me help you, or you get out of my apartment. I’m really not in the mood to deal with another jerk.”
Loki squinted at them. “What is an apartment? Is it like a palace or something?” Imp tilted their head. “And how would you be able to help me, human?”
"What an apart– Are you from another planet?" Damien mutters in exasperation. "Oh, of course, you are, shape-shifting purr machine, after all. Geez." Running a hand through his messy hair, he sighs. "I'll help you get cleaned up and bandaged and get you some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). You obviously need all of those things, and, as irritating as you are, I won't ditch you without at least trying to help."
"I'm not from another planet. You mean you don't know who I am? Unbelievable." Loki stood up and glared at them. "I'm from Asgard, mortal. I'm the ankle-biter of Odin himself, for Helheim's sake!"
Irritated and unimpressed, Damien remained seated. “Like the Norse god?” his eyebrows rose. “You know what, sure. The shapeshifter bit fits the profile. Then why in the Nine Realms did you crash into my motorized rollingham in purr machine mode?”