THANK YOU SO MUCH, DOVE! I'm so happy you think so.

ANGEL MY FRIEND ANGEL! Hello my little Akechi friend. I'm your Arcana so we must be friends forever.

I LOVE you, thank you so much Luchi! I will protect you (Gothic font.) I'm so glad we're friends as well. We were not built to be enemies with each other... we are friends in every single life. Where you go I go too!

I LOVE YOU! Smooches. I hope you're warm and comfortable inside of my skin despite my poor circulation. Also, what this does for me is bring a great big cheesy smile to my face. Let's return to the old web... I miss the AOL emoticons.

You people need to stop being gassy on my page. You're UNCIVILISED.

You can call bucky.atabook.org the Waffle House the way that everybody is WAFFLING! Well, also because it is never shut even during dire, apocalyptic calamities #ILikeAttention and because nobody in here has any semblance of manners or humanity. It's like Lord of the Flies in here...

No more. Put a cork in it. No farting on my webpage.

You people need to leave your domestics at the door! No manners, no house-training...

😳

Waow... erm, good luck, soldier!

Yes, yes. (^v^) ← Magpie. I don't mind being mutuals with the young'uns as long as they do not post NSFW because... well. Obviously. Yecch. #EyeBleach The good circulation probably attributes to the accelerated healing rate, to be fair. If that's still the case. If not, say goodbye to your overshield effects and hello to peasant healing. My blood sugar was once about 3 at the hospital. No sweetness at all, alas. I'm sending thoughts and prayers for your kidney-slash-liver. Godspeed, soldier! My weather is about the same, actually. It's very cold when it's winter, but it is skin cancer in 30 seconds out in the sun without sunscreen hot in the summer. My bipolar side of the country fits my bipolar side of my schizoaffective disorder. Whatever the sinister version of serendipity is, and all that good stuff. Unsafeway...? I actually like this. You seem to live in Silent Hill. It's a blessing in disguise that it is so polluted when you're unable to use your eyes in the first place, I suppose. Bringing everybody else down to YOUR level...! Agent Barton... which one. MCU or comics? Choose carefully or I'll travel back in time and do something truly horrendous to Mr. Renner for all of his loyal Jeremy Renner app (for Jeremy Renner lovers and Jeremy Renner himself, of course) users to see.

The ONE trick(suffix) word I DID not try before I shamelessly lied about not searching... ptooey. Just my luck! If it's alright with you, I will request your Instant Gramophone. I also barely post (until the full moon strikes, I wolf out and then I storyspam without a care in the world before descending back into my hermit hole like a dormant chthonic deity.) A jack of all trades and master of none, hm? No... master them all. Catch them all. If skills are Pokémon, which they obviously are, it's your civic duty to Catch 'Em All. Poor Mick... does he deserve the smoke? The fog, given the ominous nature of the prediction, if you will? Everybody in the world despises their given name, I think. At least for some period of time in their lives. Veasna is a very, very cool name, though. Why not just lie and say that's your name? #ISupportLiars #NoImJoking At least you aren't blue... though if you have poor circulation, I imagine you could be. My unfortunate reality. I ground my teeth down in an act of extreme bruxism, so no more fangs for me, but the horns and the heat intolerance remain. Horribly inconvenient for somebody who lives in one of the hottest countries in the world. I do love me some fire. I used to be a pyromaniac when growing up, but then again I dabbled in just about any of the McDonald Triad traits because I was insane. Fire is a very nice narrative tool to me, though. Symbolising change and all of that... my favourite! Smacks lips. Black Butler. It's been years since I heard that name... I have to go and think about this. Imagine me Blair Witching it in a dark and dreary corner. Wow, silver in a place filled with gold jewelry? You may as well carve "rube" on your forehead. #ForLegalReasonsThisIsAJoke. Piercings are the devil because they do tend to grow over your piercings; lobes are especially fast to close up, actually. I took mine out for one day many a year ago and then they sealed up like some enchanted stone door. LET ME BACK IN...! Maybe it's lobe piercings or maybe it's Wolverine. (Said in the Maybe it's Maybelline advert voice.)

I would love to see this edit, actually. Given your description, I can only imagine it in my mind's eye using the gift of hyperphantasia that schizophrenia gave me. I actually wanted to do that target sight trend with Loki but in drawing-forme since I can only draw, not edit. We've diverged paths there... it's good to find some differences! We need to be aspected, after all. It's complimentary. Can't just have the same two+ people running about... that'd be no fun, and we'd know each other's facts, then. PAH! Worthless. Praise be for the small things and all of that. Oh, woe. You're also prone to the random ear/head pains of doom... we might've both died via icepick lobotomy in a past life, you know. Maybe that's the cause of all of this misery. I hope you feel better soon, regardless! You won't die of an infection. Nobody ever dies in my perfect world. #ImmortalForever Toothpaste on burns is a classic, and the close first cousin to "pissing on a jellyfish sting" as well as the grandsondaughter of "ethnic family members who would prefer to die than ever seek medical attention." Don't you worry about numbers... if you can't see them, they can't see you. Draw your eyes away, quick! Don't even think about them lest they pick up your scent. CLEOPATRA? I wasn't aware I was in the presence of royalty... (who am I kidding. Yes I was. It's in the Loki name! ROFL!) Oh, the Steve Rogers fragility, how I loathe thee. It's a shame the serum isn't real, lest we both take it and stop being disabled via bloodcurse. "Same" isn't even bad; in Lule Saami, that (Sáme) is the word for... well. Saami. Twins, perhaps? In some convoluted way. I'm Sam in the Samael fashion; the Talmudic angel sent as God's prosecutor. Sam nonetheless, however. Other than that, my legal name is Loki. Boring and obvious. I have no special or interesting reason why my name is that; it's written on the tin, I fear. Mmm, I'm not even too surprised that you have a Spanish name, considering the history between Spain and a lot of Southeast Asian countries. The Spanish cannot keep their hands off of Asia! Or anywhere. AWAY, YOU VERMIN! #ARRIBA! I'd love to seek out your Rentry myself, but unfortunately I would prefer to die than have to view one million Rentries with "trick" in the name and be blinded by their different metadata. Too much information... arghhh...! MY BRAIN! I'd explode into screenshots like Ikol exploded into comic panels when he aged up in Young Avengers. You'll have to either hand-feed it to me like I'm an ailing baby bird pitied by a small child, or remain largely cryptic in nature. I'll have to do my own research on Angkor Wat and Hindu-Buddhism... I am fond of Tibetan Buddhism, though. Very interesting principles, even if Buddha himself (The Buddha of yore) was a bit of a... well, never mind that. Ooughhh... I can see it in my mind. I'm receiving your transmissions and my antennae are twitching accordingly. Buzzing, even. This sounds so good... SEND IT OR SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN IN SEVEN DAYS...! "Loki couldn’t look at himself in the mirror sometimes even if he wasn’t blue at the time," oh, interesting. I'm adding this to my "Loki Laufeyson dissociative disorder symptoms" headcanon masterlist (considering I have a mighty but slowly remitting case of spectrophobia myself and have met other people with the disorder who struggle with this, but that's neither here nor there.) Back pain 🤝 us. Whenever I draw, I have to stand up afterwards to crack my vertebrae back into place. YEEEEOWWWCH! Maybe we're the flying people...? Maybe the back pain is from growing wings. #MuchToThinkAbout. It's a shame you can't read as much as you'd like to, though; I think I would cease to exist if that were the case for me. Reading is all I have left after the accident, after all. Avatar is a movie that is ENGRAVED into the walls of the Plato's allegorical cave that is my skull for reasons including my father being, among many other things, massively autistic and watching it every single day, the same time every morning, for years until he moved on to The Martian. The patterns... they're all coming together. The karmic tapestry... the Norns... (grips head.) Oh, if you're growing horns, welcome to the club. My skull is oddly shaped (likely not massaged enough at birth, or dented due to insidiously frequent head trauma) so I have tiny little horn nubs if you dig around in my hair enough (I make my wife and my brother do it to gross them out. Whatever... they hate to see The Devil from the Bible walking upon Earth.) No, no... you don't need your memories. I myself wade in some sort of antimatter abyss where nothing is real and everything is good until it isn't. Memories? PAH... who needs those...! I say as I walk into the doorframe for the nth time that day because I forgot how to ambulate properly, somehow. Though that little drawing DOES sound like a motivational reason to keep your memories... fine. Keep your hippocampus... it'll be collected by repomen at a different time. Seeing Thor miserable always puts a smile on my face. Especially since Marvel Rivals. Somehow that made me even more spiteful towards the looming hunk of golden man-flesh; the majority of tank players that have ever taken issue with me have been Thor players. #BrotherhoodBroken #ABondDestroyed #WHITEBOYFRATRICIDE #DIEDIEDIE!

Apologies, I was out watching Superman with my brother all of yesterday so I am just now responding. WELCOME TO MY LOKITWINDOM KINGDOM! You are the lucky... errrr... 5th or 6th member? Possibly more numbers there, but I have dementia. Something is chewing on my basal ganglia and my hippocampus, temporal lobes, diencephalon, and prefrontal cortex are all corrupted beyond repair like an old dial-up internet-based Windows 1.0 MS-DOS. My command line interface... GONE! #Dementia. Let's integrate our rituals and prophecies, twin. They probably already are, knowing the Lokean Foundation (I made this up just now, but that's what I'm calling our beautiful, gorgeous hivemind.) Anyway. Let me stop yammering on and on and read YOURS! I absolutely DID want some Cambodian & Khmer fun facts, thank you very much. These are fascinating. Spirituality and sacred geometry runs in our Loki server room wiring, doesn't it? Somewhat tangential, but the fact that leaves contain fractals (nature's favourite shape!) with your language's script being based on what can be carved into those leaves in tandem with the use of nature to study mathematics and build structures is something special to me. Elder cultures and Ye Olden Way, huh? The intelligence of Indigenous cultures is extremely underappreciated, unfortunately. There was a certain kind of extreme intellect & wisdom in weaving the spiritual and "esoteric" with the pragmatic and mathematic/scientific. Every ancient culture did it, to some degree. Not something a lot of people understand these days in the Era of Binarism/B&W Thinking, methinks, but all of these concepts do go hand in hand with each other. We all had the right idea back then. How, then, have we strayed so far? (I'll take colonialism and genocide for $500, Alex.) If you ever feel like handing me more fun facts via carrier neurotransmitter, you know where I am. We can tangle our synapses together like the Na'vi from Avatar. I do love a good information overload... lord knows I can't keep going down my Wikipedia and Google Scholar reference rabbitholes if I don't want to develop carpal tunnel from the hours of clicking. In the interest of quid pro quo, here is some blakfulla lore. The Rainbow Serpent - the Aboriginal Creator God - is named Wagyl in my specific dialect, which is fascinating considering the Ancient Egyptian serpent deity is named Wadjet, and her dominion is the Nile Delta region. Snakes and rivers... I love good old pattern recognition. Serpent imagery and protection, hm? #CurseOfLoki, though the mythological Loki was largely opposed to snakes for... obvious reasons, barring the Miðgarðsormr. (Gestures vaguely to the Gylfaginning and Loki's binding within. Clears throat. MOVING ON!) The etymological similarity doesn't strike me as coincidental, but much of that would be lost to time, anyway. I digress. The Wagyl is responsible for the creation of our water masses (such as lakes, rivers, that sort of thing) and the protection of them. Isn't it fascinating how many elder cultures see the fusion of the divine and the country/land? We protected the land and it protected us. We used what we got from the Earth conservatively, gave back what we took, and we discovered so much knowledge from it all. Can we go back to using that system? Astrology, spirituality, shamanism... it was at least much less calamitous to our environment, even with the obvious cultural issues regarding gender and just about everything that is STILL a problem. ... TAKE US BACK! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN 50C CONDITIONS IN THE SUMMER ANYMORE! I was meant for the cold... 😿 Ramble over. This got extremely long, my apolocheese... I kept coming up with different connections in my ginormous, very wrinkly brain, and I veered off the tracks by a frankly catastrophic amount. I also cut it down because I started going into spiritual concepts of omnism, Timothy Leary's Psychedelic Experience/the philosophy behind it, alchemy, Gnosticism and Hermeticism. I can only hope you like reading ginormous paragraphs as much as I do. #Megamind