mischiefsmith (
mischiefsmith) wrote in
maskormenace2016-08-11 10:07 am
Entry tags:
- adam parrish | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † catherine chun | vivarium,
- † darlene | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † isaac gates | felix,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † sam ortez | locus,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a
ᚠ • video
[As the feed begins, you, the ever committed viewer are presented with the image of a young man reclining on a couch that he’s presently appropriated for himself. To the more studious observer this young man has some little tells that just may give way who he is. The green eyes, the dark hair, better still is all of the green and gold armor, or maybe it’s the horned headgear…or perhaps you’ve met him in another life?
And for those who haven’t had the catastrophic pleasure, the day is still very young.
For his part, the young man appears to be more amused than hindered by his current predicament, or maybe he’s just really good at hiding it.]
It took me a little while to figure out what really bothers me about this realm, I paced my lovely new quarters, home to my lovely new housemates, [wiggles his fingers at the camera, if you’re out there lovely housemates “hello”] for a full hour before it hit me suddenly!
[His eyes go wide and bright for a moment.]
It isn’t the downsizing of my power, although that is really, really inconvenient and it makes me feel very sad on the inside. [Do you see his sad face, his terrible pout, it’s an awful pout.]
It isn’t the fact that I miss The All-Mother dogging my every waking moment, because I really do not. There is only so many times that the head of one’s mother can make an appearance in the punch bowl before one throws their hands in the air and declares themselves done. I lose more neighbors that way.
[What the Hel is he going on about?]
It is possible that I do miss my brother a bit, just a bit, but shush, that’s a secret. [Not so big a secret apparently.] That’s not what’s bothering me either, can you imagine? What’s bothering me is this: who comes up with all of these super hero and super villain names? I read comic books, I know generic when it cold-cocks me. Why, just the other day I was blindsided by a heavy-handed, well-meaning doer of good, upholder of lofty justice, and I can still hear the ringing in my ears!
[Now we’re at the heart of it, the meat and potatoes, the problem to end all problems. You'll have to forgive his wild tangents, he does that sometimes.]
What’s the secret? Is there a committee of seventy-three specific people involved? Do the unwashed masses come together and vote? Or, by Odin’s empty eye socket, do you unfortunate souls choose these names yourself?
[These are serious life-altering questions here, that require your serious, consideration! And, of course, someone needs to shut him up or he will go on like this all day.]
And for those who haven’t had the catastrophic pleasure, the day is still very young.
For his part, the young man appears to be more amused than hindered by his current predicament, or maybe he’s just really good at hiding it.]
It took me a little while to figure out what really bothers me about this realm, I paced my lovely new quarters, home to my lovely new housemates, [wiggles his fingers at the camera, if you’re out there lovely housemates “hello”] for a full hour before it hit me suddenly!
[His eyes go wide and bright for a moment.]
It isn’t the downsizing of my power, although that is really, really inconvenient and it makes me feel very sad on the inside. [Do you see his sad face, his terrible pout, it’s an awful pout.]
It isn’t the fact that I miss The All-Mother dogging my every waking moment, because I really do not. There is only so many times that the head of one’s mother can make an appearance in the punch bowl before one throws their hands in the air and declares themselves done. I lose more neighbors that way.
[What the Hel is he going on about?]
It is possible that I do miss my brother a bit, just a bit, but shush, that’s a secret. [Not so big a secret apparently.] That’s not what’s bothering me either, can you imagine? What’s bothering me is this: who comes up with all of these super hero and super villain names? I read comic books, I know generic when it cold-cocks me. Why, just the other day I was blindsided by a heavy-handed, well-meaning doer of good, upholder of lofty justice, and I can still hear the ringing in my ears!
[Now we’re at the heart of it, the meat and potatoes, the problem to end all problems. You'll have to forgive his wild tangents, he does that sometimes.]
What’s the secret? Is there a committee of seventy-three specific people involved? Do the unwashed masses come together and vote? Or, by Odin’s empty eye socket, do you unfortunate souls choose these names yourself?
[These are serious life-altering questions here, that require your serious, consideration! And, of course, someone needs to shut him up or he will go on like this all day.]

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