Loki, the notorious mischievous raccoon, 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 idea 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.
hello! i absolutely love this idea! 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 library 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 coffee 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 door, 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 door quickly. After setting up, opening, and getting past the initial morning rush, the shop was pretty quiet. Aster looked up from the book he had brought with him just to see a familiar face walk through the cafe doors.
looks good! fishdjd im excited 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 eyes, 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, funny, 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 eyes 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 car?? idk if you want to go along with that or if u have other ideas?
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 eyes. 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 cat, 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 afternoon 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 road when a loud BANG! on the roof of his car startled him.
"What the hell?" he muttered, pulling over and wiping his eyes. "Like this day could get any worse."
He got out of his car and looked at the roof only to see… a cat. "Oh you poor thing," he murmured, all irritation gone. "Did you fall out of a tree? 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 cat, 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 eyes open, but to no avail. They sighed and tried to relax.
Once arriving at his apartment building, Damien carefully carried the injured cat into his small home.
“Let’s get you clean and warm, yeah?” he murmured, gently stroking the cat’s fur. Poor thing.
He laid the cat on his bed and went to get a warm washcloth and some food. “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 cat? 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 room, only to halt at the sight of a person, not a cat, laying in his bed.
Go figure
“You know, it would have been nice 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 cat 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 eyes. “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 cat. One that wouldn’t speak to me.”
"I am a cat," 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."