mythopoeics

[ filtered AWAY from Khaos ]
Dear Uncle,

May I please be excused from school so we can fly somewhere possibly dangerous and go find some magical mystery cup-thinger? I promise I'll behave ever-so-good if you let me. I'll be a total sweetheart, like shitting kittens and spewing glittery rainbows everywhere. I know if we go together we can do anything we like. With us on the case this shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!

Love and kisses,
Your darling niece-let

P.S. -- That was (mostly) sarcasm

[ filtered AWAY from Týr ]
Damn, why is my mom such a dumb life-ruining bitch?

[ filter; týr / visible to agravaine ]
Look, I dunno what you expect to come of this, but if you wanna talk shit out then we can do that. All I ask is that you let my uncle be there, otherwise no dice.

[Filter: Private]

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[Filter: Public]

The office feels more crazy when the holidays are nearing in like they are. Aiming to be out of here for Thanksgiving, though.

[Filter: Pheme]

We need to talk.

I remember once, when I was a kid, thinking it'd be real cool to have a dinosaur for a pet. Well, if I could go back in time and slap myself for thinking that I totally would. If only younger me had known dinosaurs are dicks, she'd have never thought that.

If I don't make it someone better put 'fuck dinosaurs' on my tombstone.

[ filter; agravaine ]
You better not die.

[ filter; týr ]
If we survive this I'll give you my mama's number. Just don't mention you got it from me.

[It'd happened right at the end of that crazy trip back in time. He'd avoided communication because he had been (yes, he was going to admit it) frightened of what they were saying. He didn't want to know. Good ol' Raoul was not going to join in on all the crazy stuff. All of what was going on was a bad, bad dream. Just like all those wolf dreams.

And then his secretary brought in her puppy and it had bit him. He hadn't even reached for it but it leapt up on his desk and went for a finger. The apologies that had followed were numerous but he couldn't even process them. One tiny bite from a puppy should not have hurt so much but it felt like the damn thing had taken it all off and barely stifled a howl. Instead, he excused himself and locked himself in the bathroom, ignoring his co-workers concern about his hand.

The memories were peeking through the cracks and he wanted to scream at them to stop, to stay back and let him be. Even now, as a time of strife and drama came to him in bits and pieces, he fought, knowing he was going to lose.]

My head is killing me and I think I know why I've always...felt itchy around canine things. Dogs. Wolves. Aw, fuck, I didn't want to be one of you guys. I really wanted to be just me. Just Raoul Gaudreau. Not...

No. No, I'm not saying it. No. I just want to be me.

Right... So, is THis SuPPoseD to scare me? It's not. It's just irritating to read. And why do I have to be stronger against someone. I was am pretty damn strong already. Guess I have to do that wait and see thing.

This past week I found myself in jail. I pissed off the wrong people. I'm glad that's over. It was nothing I couldn't handle, but I still didn't enjoy the experience. It was interesting to note the differences.

[Angrboða, Hel, Jörmungandr, Sköll, Hati Hróðvitnisson]
I suck at these, but I've already contacted one of you, but I was thinking I'd better get in a hello to the others before I die again. So, hi. I'm Fenrir.

Has anyone seen an Odin or a Víðarr? I'll also take a Týr.

[It came out of no where, zipping past his hands while he had been writing. He'd jumped up with a curse and looked for what he had presumed was some bug that didn't know it was too chilly to be playing like it was still a summer night. And then he saw it, something curiously orange (it was the night) and one of his highlighters. Before he could even get out the words 'don't you dare', it made a mad dash and streaked his papers with the bright yellow. It moved so quickly that he resorted to picking up a book and waving it without real hope or aim. When he heard the satisfying 'thwap' against the book and saw the body sail across the table, he felt the tension leave him.

Until he saw it get up and turn red.]

I'm officially a crazy person to say this but I've got a fairy in here. And it's really, really mad. And I'm not going to lie, I'm in my locked bedroom now and I think it's trying to break in. Or just wreck the place. It already tried to stab me with one of my pens.

Someone tell me I'm not actually awake. No, if this is a dream that my dream might have someone tell me I'm not awake. Or that I am. I don't trust my brain. I don't trust this place. I don't

I don't have a fucking clue what to do.

[The past four nights had given him dreams of a great big wolf with teeth bared and bloodstained at him. Though he didn't feel fear, apprehension remained with him even after he woke, his right hand aching fiercely. He didn't know what it meant or what it should mean but it couldn't have been random.]

It's a longshot but anyone good with dreams here? You know, maybe with giant animals? Maybe...wolves? Hey, maybe I was Little Red Riding in my past life. ...I'm joking. But seriously, give me something other than the vague mumbojumbo you get on websites or from my downstairs neighbour who I know is scamming people.

Also, does it really mean anything if you wake up in pain after a dream? Or is this an entirely different issue I probably should see my doctor about? You know, I might see him anyway.

His name is Garm.

[ filter; norse ]
This is Hel. Hello.

[Filter: Private]

Counted at least five crazies here. And I was invited. In fairness, I think I fit here.


Like hell I'm telling a single one of them that.

[Filter: Public]

Might just be me but I think hiding how to exclude one's self from this...delightful little place is more suspicious than people calling other folks names that belong in history books. Or in the minds of hippies. Seriously, no opt-out option? I guess one could just go about ignoring it but then human nature's stupidly curious.

Would be nice if I could at least get excluded from some of the weird filters here, too. Also, pretty sure 'Loki' is Tom Hiddleston right now and he's not here.

Right. You can call me Raoul and nothing else because there is nothing else.

[From the moment she died things had changed, something inside of her had shifted and chipped away. It wasn't a quick awakening, but slow and drawn-out, painful like the water filling her lungs, choking her slowly - each breath a little shorter than the last. Agonizing torture until the miserable end. Sigyn wasn't unfamiliar with miserable endings and death, if anything she was painfully familiar with the concept.

That was why she wasn't - at first - panicked over dying. No, what caused her true pain was knowing she had messed up her vows.

That ring she'd brought back from Zurvan had not been given to her by Loki.]

[Filter: Loki]

Are you here?

[Filter: Norse]

I'm awake now, sorry I took so long. I don't really intend to make much conversation, please just tell me who is here.

Has anyone seen Loki?