#<- I MEANT TO SAY FENRIR FUCK

[glitchven]

Ok so i was just playing nexomon 1 and i finally got to grundas nightmare and look

Normal landscape, right? but look closer

Its literally a mural of Nara!!!!!!!

I cant really tell whats going on in the left side of the picture but on the right it clearly shows Nara running, so im just sayinggggggg, what if its supposed to depict Nara running away from Omnicron during the war between humans and nexomon???

[ellecdc]

A Man With a Plan (prologue)

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

A/N: Hello! I've been stuck in my head about the idea of a whimsical reader (think Luna Lovegood) after reading the many sweet writings of other writers on Tumblr (specifically @ moonstruckme)! I totally ship a character like this with Remus because I feel like Remus has a tendency to overthink and get stuck in his own head and a character like this would be a breath of fresh air for him and balance him really well. Please note: whimsical does not = stupid! Rather, quite smart but people find her odd and reduce this to lack of intelligence. This is my little prologue, a sort of soulmate-esque AU - what do we think? Do we like this idea? Would we read it???

CW: swearing (cuz it's Remus 'Werewolf McSwearWolf' Lupin's POV, duh)

If there was one thing people ought to know about Remus John Lupin, it was that Remus was a planner. At any given point, it would be safe to assume that Remus had a plan.

As would be typical of Remus Lupin’s luck, however, most of his plans got fucked to shit.

Example A:

As a child, Remus planned to grow up to be a wizard like his da, or a nurse like his mum. That plan was fucked to bits just before his 5th birthday when Fenrir Greyback damned him to a life of lycanthropy and a side serving of prejudice. 

Example B:

Remus Lupin planned to never be accepted to Hogwarts on account of his previously stated damnation. That plan also went sideways when an owl dropped a letter into his porridge on the morning of his 11th birthday, containing an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Remus’ da told Remus it was likely a mistake and they would rescind the offer once they learnt of his lycanthropy. Once again, plans were nullified when headmaster Dumbledore himself showed up on the doorstep of the Lupin Cottage after not receiving a response from them.

Example C:

Once he confirmed his acceptance to Hogwarts, Remus Lupin planned to be completely invisible throughout his time at school. This meant: no embarrassing himself, no bringing attention to himself, and absolutely, under no circumstances, would he make friends.

Of course, as should have been expected, this plan was fucked upside down and backwards seven ways to Sunday when the likes of James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black set their sights upon him.

Though Remus Lupin did have a plan, he was still just a boy. He’d been homeschooled his entire life due to being unable to explain his absences to muggle teachers as well as his scars/injuries from every full moon, and the village kids were quite fearful of the scarred boy. All this to say; he’d never had friends before.

So, sue him for relishing in the interest these boys seemed to have in him.

No matter: Remus could handle this. “How?” You may be wondering. By a plan, of course! 

Remus Lupin would allow these two (and Peter who went about befriending the boy in a much gentler way, so let’s make it three) friends, and planned to ensure that they never learned of his lycanthropy. He’d only just made friends; he wasn’t about to lose them. 

Of course, Sirius being the nosey fucker he is, James being the doting mother hen he is, and Peter being far too perceptive for anyone’s good – that plan was fucked to shit as well.

Remus, then, planned then to never let anyone else ever learn his secret again.

That plan was once again fucked by none other than Sirius Black and his unfortunate ‘prank’ on Severus Snape that could have cost Remus and Severus both of their lives, or at the very least, their lives as they knew it.

Remus Lupin then planned to never forgive Sirius Black for that horrible, thoughtless prank. 

Remus was admittedly not all that sad to say that this particular plan was shot too, though he ensured Sirius suffered at least a little during the process of his forgiveness. 

So, as he sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in September of his 7th year listening to his friend’s wax poetic about their different love interests or conquests that they had made over the summer (i.e., James’ love for Lily, Sirius’ many hook-ups, and Peter’s enthusiastic support of them both), Remus made yet another plan.

Remus John Lupin planned to never, ever, fall in love. 

Moony, it would seem, had other plans. 

Continue to the first chapter here.

[magpie-murder]

*it wont let me edit the poll, but the one with the random parentheses in the middle is meant to read "valhalla and hel are not the only afterlives"

people who dont know much about norse mythology:

i see a decent amount of misinformation surrounding norse mythology (particularly related to loki's family, how many children he has, who he is and is not related to, etc) so i figured this could be a fun game to play to encourage people to both read about norse myths and fact check things before you post them while claiming they're true.

ex: váli is not canonically a lokison, he was an odinson; loki is not related, even by adoption, to thor; loki as WAY MORE than two children and the status of two of them potentially being twins is highly debatable; loki did not have a horse baby for funsies, it was to protect asgard; there's more but these are the MAIN ones i see

this is not to say you shouldn't mess around with norse mythology in your fanon btw!!! i do a bunch of incredibly non-canon things with my loki fanon. i just ask you to fact check when you're talking about actual norse mythology 🛐

[war-finding-reason]

Did an exploration of what two of my ocs would look like if they were Cyborgs under Desperado because. Uhm. Of course I would. This ended up sick as fuck I need to share this here.

On the left is Diatier, I decided her code name would be Wreckhouse after particularly strong winds that come from the Long Range Mountains. While originally, Diatier is literally an alien from fucking space, the place she crashed into was in North America. Additionally she moved at incredible speeds, and the Wreckhouse winds are measured to be hurricane strength, reportedly over 200 km/h.

(Original design)

On the right is Spade. His code name is Simoon, after the harsh dry winds that blow through Sahara, Jordan, Iraq and Syria. Spade’s original name is derived from Armenian, vaguely in my head putting him in that general area if he was a human being. Anyways it’s a wind that can essentially inflict Heat Stroke on a person, which fits pretty well with his heat and fire based aesthetic.

(Original Design, not a HUGE amount is changed admittedly.)

The Fenrir unit, next to Spade, is meant to represent Diamond, Spade’s buddy lol. Not much to say about them. I will confess i referenced heavily to draw them, mostly because finding head references for Fenrirs that make sense is SO HARD.

(Diamond has no concrete design right now, I just know they’re a dog.)

Anyways. Fun project. It goes on my mecha blog.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 5 Coherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Episode 5. Once again, I have not rewatched before posting.

Most of this is lokius related because I'm still a damn fool.

I want the twist at the end to be that Loki gives Mobius (and the others) back his memories to give him the choice to go back to his life, and is just really sad about it, because he expects Mobius to want to go back to his kids who don't have a mother. But he gives him his memories of his past and they're... not what he saw when he found him. Like at all. I'm not gonna speculate on specifics (*cough* Theo Bell *cough*) but he doesn't have the responsibilities of being a single parent. And Loki's like 'No, but you had two boys,' and he tells Mobius about them and they both kind of realize at the same moment that they looked like Mobius but acted like Loki. None of that was real. Mobius made all that shit up and it somehow manifested. Because he's got it B-A-D for Loki, like a middle schooler with their first crush imagining an entire life with them.

Alternatively, I saw only one other post about this but maybe it's gotten some traction by now, but maybe Mobius's wife got Blipped four years prior. So the good thing is the boys are gonna have a parent in a year even if Mobius decides to stay with Loki.

Hi hello I'm still disturbed that these very young children have been possibly left home alone for eight hours (he says his shift is 9-5), and Mobius couldn't even answer the phone when they called. We don't see a babysitter. Mobius, this is neglect. For the children's sake, I fucking hope either A. they aren't real, or B. a more responsible parent is about to come back and take care of them in 2023. (Ugh, but Love having cousins who are about her age and just as chaotic as she is would be amazing.)

I've come up with the worst Dad joke and a way for Mobius to get out of his bribery with his kid he for sure cannot deliver on. He brings OB around for dinner. OB's timeline name (if I read the subtitles correctly) is A.D. Doug. ADDOUG=A DOG. And his TVA name is Ouroboros, the SNAKE eating its own tail. (Alternatively, you now know Loki, you can borrow his sons Fenrir and Jormungandr. Blended family.)

I know it hasn't been explicitly stated, but I thought the whole thing with Alioth in season one was meant to imply that Loki now knows how to restore memories. So why the fuck doesn't he try it in this episode? Even if he's pretty sure they're all where they were prior to the formation of the TVA, it's still after for him, so why wouldn't he at least try it? When he kept moving toward Mobius in the garage scene I thought he was gonna grab his head but he doesn't. (Maybe he was interrupted by OB, but he has ample opportunity later.)

It just needs to be said because I love history. I am obsessed with Casey being Frank Morris. Both he and Loki being central to these ongoing (technically) mysteries is amazing. Like unlike Cooper it is generally accepted that Frank and his co-escapees drowned during the attempt, but no bodies identified as the men were ever found (if my shallow dive into the wiki article immediately following the episode is to be believed). OB, your boyfriend's a convict lolololol!

AD Doug is still gender-neutral though. It's 1994 but my boi can still be enby. (I'm aware enby people existed well before this but, and the wiki is not being helpful, I think the specific term was coined in the mid to late 90s or possibly later, so OB may not have been aware of it.)

I don't think Marvel is moving toward Casey/OB (at least not before the end of this season, if we get another season it MIGHT be a different story), but fuck it would be so funny if they met so much later than lokius but were able to get their shit together faster than lokius. I think it'd check out for for everyone involved. Hell, maybe they're already together and it just hasn't come up yet to the group. That'd be funnier (bonus points if B-15 already knows though).

Loki for some fucking reason: Hold on, I gotta look cool and suave for this dork of a single dad who's already informed me at least three times of his own volition that he's single.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

The Brown Cat: A Modern Irish Fairytale | Moodboard & Wee Imagine

TH Masterlist

Y/N

I remember the stories my Nan used to tell me. Now, we Irish remember and especially those of the fílid, like my family. I especially liked the story, a local legend, about an Irish princess who fell in love with a Viking. She used to tell me that one over and over during rainy days, the ones on which it seems like the sky has a tear in it. Seated by the fire and enjoying tea with a sweet treat, she’d recount the tragic love story of the would-be king and queen of Waterford. Indeed, tragic, for, you see, the ancient Irish saw Love as a fatal affliction.

Their story didn’t end happily. The Viking was turned into a cat by the princess’s mother, feeling merciful enough to turn the man into her daughter’s favourite animal. However, after the transformation was completed, the pair heard a banshee howl.

And a few days after, the princess, mourning the loss of her love, thinking him dead on the battlefield, jumped off the cliffs. Some say you can see her at night, clutching an amulet of Thor. Others claim they’ve heard her wailing as they witnessed her fall or heard her laments on the wind.

The warrior-turned-cat has wandered the land ever since, desperately looking for his love because only true love’s kiss can break the curse. Nan used to say he looked like the fluffy yet gruff brown cat that wandered around the town in my youth. He was a gentle creature if a bit grumpy.

But surely too many years have passed for it to be the same cat who frequents my abode or the one that always seems to show up at the markets I participate in to promote my micro bakery.

Surely.

Then again, this is Ireland.

And she remembers.

Alfie

I used to be known by a different name. Alftun Bloodaxe, rumoured to be the spawn of Fenrir and I might very fucking well have been.

But the moment I saw the little dove we had captured as a hostage in the battle for Waterford, I was ready to put down my axe and become her guardian full time. Fucking hell, I was ready and craved the honour of becoming her man.

I brought her books, the thing she seemed to miss the most. There were nights she read some of them to me, either in her native tongue or in broken Norse. She soon got better at the latter, though. After all, she was a clever little bird.

She didn’t like the way I came by those books and scrolls, but I couldn’t exactly walk up to a monastery and simply expect them to hand over their best works. No, there was silver and gold to be had too.

Even back in the day, before becoming a quite literally damned cat, I was consumed by Greed.

Slowly but surely we started to understand each other. She taught me Gaeilge and how to read and I taught her Norse and told her the stories our skalds have told for ages. In turn, she told me those of her people.

She was an incredible storyteller. A proper fílid.

The similarities between some of those tales and sagas made us realise we weren’t so different.

She wasn’t meant to end up as my slave, a means to warm my bed.

And I hope she wished me to become something else other than a head on a pike or a very crispy corpse on a pire, cast out of Valhalla forever.

She was my equal.

She fucking was to be my queen.

Then Mommy dearest, some half-fairy witch from a powerful bloodline, swooped in and turned me into a ball of fluff when we marched on Waterford. I could console myself with knowledge my little dove had my amulet and that Freya would somehow let her know what happened.

But then came that horrible screech.

I’ll never forget that high-pitched wail, like a dying person’s last desperate attempt to call for help while dragging their iron nails over a blackboard.

That’s when I knew.

I knew I’d lose her.

And there was nothing I could do.

Nothing but hope I’d find her some day.

And now that I’ve finally have for the second time, having lost her once in her youth, I’m not letting her out of my sight.

Never again.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @mollybegger-blog @liliac-dreamer @hecatemoon87 @zablife @buttercupsandboys @wandawiccan60 @solomons-finest-rum @babaohhhriley @rose-like-the-phoenix @dreamlandcreations @vir-tual

Side note: I might turn this concept into a proper story once I've gotten over the massive writer's block I've been dealing with. If only because I can't get this off my mind and I need to nerd out over all things Irish, haha.

[thedailybullshit]

So I started Ragnarok last night; here are my thoughts:

I love love LOVE how much closer Kratos & Atreus are instantly shown to be. There’s a huge contrast between their distance in the last game & their easy familiarity in this one.

I’m calling it now but the sled dogs (wolves) are gonna be Skol & Hati.

RIGHT into it w/ Freya to let us know this has been happening for years. I thought it would be the most obvious that bc Kratos killed her son, Freya’s gonna try to kill Atreus. I wasn’t sure she would do that tho, but immediately in her 1st attack she punches Atreus in the face, throws him off the sled, & I think she tried to stab him? It was going really fast so I couldn’t tell but it looked like she tried? So now I’m even less sure. Combat btw is fast paced & engaging.

We didn’t need to start w/ the dog (wolf) dying but okay. Love Kratos trying to help Atreus through his grief in his own way, even if it doesn’t come out quite right.

Also fairly certain that Fenrir was buried instead of burned so they can bring him back intact later on, if that is supposed to be the real Fenrir. Either w/ time travel junk like Jorm or Hel’s death magic.

FAYE?!??! O my god?!??! I’m in love?!?!? Her constantly teasing Kratos IMMEDIATELY after we meet her is just shehfjddjdjdzk?!!?! “Grumbles” duuuude “Am I meant to decipher your grunting?” no I’m definitely in love. It’s so clear that Atreus’s nature as Loki is all her (emphasized by her wearing yellow) & I love it. Also love the callback to the first hunt in the last game when Kratos tells Faye “This is your hunt.” Also can I point out that Kratos saw Faye - same height as him at 7 foot something - perform the same godlike feats of strength as him w/ the same ease & instead of thinking, “Hey I don’t think this woman’s mortal,” thought instead, “Damn, Scandinavian women are built differently.” BRO SHE LIFTED A TREE & then spooky shit happens.

OH SO WE’RE IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSING KRATOS DEAD ON THE WALL, OKAY

“Why won’t this bear fucking die?”

“HOLY SHIT IT’S ATREUS NO”

“Oh he can heal, it’s okay. Also HE CAN SHAPESHIFT THE LOKI POWERS ARE COMING IN YES”

“Kratos was seconds away from killing his other child.”

Speaking of which, Atreus has gotta find out at some point in the game that Kratos had a whole other family. Idk if it’ll come from Kratos but there’s a huge possibility that it won’t. Clearly the Aesir know the gist but if they know he killed his family then Atreus could find out this terrible info from a terrible source at a terrible time.

Speaking of the Aesir, I somehow missed Thor’s height. I thought Tyr was tall but holy shit, Thor’s gotta be like 9 feet. Love everything about this version btw; design, voice, characterization are all on point.

Odin was a bit underwhelming, he kinda looked like a Pope, but I think that’s the point. Odin in Norse myths has a habit of going out in disguise to get people off their guard so it makes sense that this Odin wouldn’t be an imposing figure. Few outside the Aesir would get to see that.

Atreus is looking for Tyr & pretty close to finding him too, nice. Not so nice that Odin & Thor know about it.

HOLY SHIT THE SCRIPTED DEATH THAT TOOK YOU TO A MENU & THE RESURRECTION?!?! What a mindfuck. I’m not ready for the rest of this game.

I don’t think Atreus declined Odin’s invitation to Asgard. Not a good thing given Thor saying that Odin’s got plans for him, those plans likely being execution bc Ragnarok doesn’t happen w/out Loki. What else are you hiding Boy?

Atreus taught Kratos how to read runes & I just think that’s sweet.

Kratos & Mimir really are just coparenting huh.

I thought that what turned out to be called a stalker was gonna be a full on character, not just a regular baddie. Little disappointed. She looked cool tho.

God I missed the dwarves. Sindri tryna act like he hasn’t been helping Atreus, then cowering from Kratos when the truth comes out & Atreus having to get between them (fairly certain that Kratos was partially fucking w/ him tho). & Brok saying to Atreus “What’s that doing in my workshop?” & KRATOS NOT GETTING THE JOKE “That is my son.” THE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THESE 5 ARE GOLD & I’M SO GLAD KRATOS ATREUS & MIMIR ARE BEING PUT UP W/ THEM.

We’re less than 2 hours into the game & most of the stuff in the trailers has been shown or referenced already. So as stated above, I’m not ready for the rest of this game.

[dominimoonbeam]

Bite to Bruise - 18

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: modern-fantasy mashup, werewolves, witches, monsters, romance, learning to trust, hurt/comfort, blood, violence, explicit sex, explicit language

The earlier parts can be found under the tag or over on patreon. <3

BITE TO BRUISE - CHAPTER 

For long seconds in that car, she wasn’t sure who she was. She’d lost her grip on it, on something…on herself?

Tear-blind and unable to get a full breath of air, she sat, shaking in the center of the backseat between two shades. She tried to fold in on herself just to keep from touching them.

The car was quiet, the way only shades could be quiet, so that all any of them heard was her struggle to swallow her fear like big gulps of water. One of them had pulled a thick zip tie around her wrists, pinning them behind her back.

She couldn’t breathe.

She was going to die.

She was so young, and it was so unfair.

She wanted to go home.

Home.

The valley and the woods and the cabin.

Her cabin…

The shade in the front seat, the one who had grabbed her, made a phone call.

It rang and rang.

Someone picked up on the other end and they all sat there waiting, but the person didn’t say anything.

“I was going to wait until tonight,” the shade began, sounding very pleased with himself.

She hiccupped and blinked tears as he spoke. Confusion was settling over her in a cloud, making her wonder if she’d be able to see even if she could blink out all the tears.

“Mhmm…” A voice on the other end of that call ground out the sound.

She froze, staring at the phone in the shade’s hand in the front seat. She knew that voice.

She knew…

“I didn’t even kill that dog in the field,” the biter with the phone said.

“Very controlled of you,” Ever replied between teeth over the line.

Bellamy swallowed hard.

Bellamy.

She was Bellamy pretending to be a fenrir girl.

She was Bellamy. Or Wren. Wren was the same, only Wren never left the woods and Bellamy did. Being the wolf girl was something else. Imitation was dangerous. It was so much dirtier than creation.

She leaned forward, feeling sick in a wave that rolled up her chest.

Bellamy, she reminded herself when she started to hyperventilate again.

She tried to focus on the phone call. Ever was back in the valley and the shade thought he was ransoming Ever’s niece for the deed to the land.

Bellamy looked up with fenrir yellow eyes and squinted out the windshield at the street. It was still light out. They were heading down the long road between orchards and rolling hills toward Blood Country.

No. Bellamy could not go there.

If Ever was back home, that meant the valley was safe. The pack was safe. The girl was safe.

The only one not safe was Bellamy.

She squirmed a little, pulling at her wrists and biting back a scream when the healing cuts in her right hand tugged. The last thing she needed was to bleed in a car full of shades. But she couldn’t portal with her hands bound. She couldn’t portal from a moving vehicle anyway.

She was so tired. Another tear rolled hot down her cheek.

She wanted to be in her woods with her cheek to the ground.

She wanted to go home.

Bellamy closed her eyes and focused on taking deep breaths.

“I think the kid’s going to be sick,” one of the shades beside her said with a smirk.

The one in the front passenger seat, the one who had taken her, groaned. “Clap a hand over her mouth if she does.”

Bellamy exhaled slowly. They were driving fast, orchards on either side. The sky was turning pink and orange behind large drifts of lavender clouds.

“Fuck this,” she said and tried to make a portal. It wouldn’t work, but she didn’t need it to work. The air in the car cracked, sucking out into a tiny void before wind gushed in with a flare of white light. It bore instant chaos and panic in the car around her. She launched herself forward, over the handrest and into the front seat, jamming her shoulder against the steering wheel and kicking her legs into the chest and neck of the front passenger shade. Another portal snapped between her hands, another thunder crack that made her ears pop and the zip tie split, freeing her hands.

The shade who had kidnapped her grabbed at her legs, his eyes pressed shut against that second blinding flare of light. The driver took one hand off the wheel to grip her neck, trying to push her away, but there was nowhere to go, her body already against the dash. She grabbed the steering wheel and jerked hard toward herself.

The car wheels turned and locked. The whole car lurched to the side. The tires screamed on the pavement and then the car skipped off the ground and flipped into the air.

No one saves the witch,

but the witch.

Bellamy screamed, not in fear, but with effort. She was not going to die in that car with those shades and she was not going to Blood Country. She refused. She pulled the air in around her, hugging herself, imagining a cocoon of sheer will and rage. The roof hit the pavement, crunching in. The windshield shattered, becoming a wavey spiderweb of glass against her hip.

Then they were right side up and she came down against the dash, the steering wheel, and the other bodies. The car rolled onto its side and then finally landed on the roof once more.

The shades groaned and one of the ones in the back threw up.

Bellamy snickered, even as her own vision was still spinning, and let gravity roll her into the crushed windshield. It came away from the frame and dropped like the worst bed ever designed. She rolled over it, cringing at the sounds of broken glass and that sandy feeling against her skin. She could worry about it later.

She crawled away from the wreck and into the grass. They’d gone off the road.

Her arm was bleeding again, she was sure of it, but hoped the bandages soaked up the blood enough to keep the shades from catching it.

She tried to get up but fell, kicking at the short grass between lines of trees. She couldn’t stand and couldn’t be sure if it was because her equilibrium was still shot from the crash, if she’d burned up too much energy, or if she was injured in some way she had yet to register… Bellamy started to cry again, crawling toward the shadow of the trees like they might hide her.

One of the shades roared, his rage rattling from deep in his chest.

She didn’t look back. She couldn’t.

“Fucking dog…” he snarled, closer. “How did you do that?” he demanded when he caught up to her, coming down on her back with his knee.

She snapped her teeth shut to suck back a scream, hands fisting in the grass.

He flipped her over faster than she could register, her breath coming in short gasps when she blinked up at the evening sky, blades of torn grass between her fingers. He knelt, one knee on either side of her, and grabbed her hair, pulling her head and shoulders up off the ground. Blood oozed down the side of his pretty face. He shook her hard, as if he knew how to keep her from getting a full breath. And then it stopped. She sucked air but all she was staring at was the sky. His face pushed into the curve of her neck.

She didn’t register the bite. She didn’t feel teeth breaking skin. They were just there, suddenly, deep in her neck. He slid them out to suck at the open wound and she gaped in a silent scream.

Almost as soon as he had that first mouthful he detached and jerked back, staring down at her with wide eyes. Her world crumbled. “How?” he whispered, grinning with her blood thick on his lips. His eyes studied her face, like he might be able to see through the glamour now. He couldn’t.

Everything she had done, everything she had built, was falling apart with his smile. He palmed her face, trying to make sense of it. “Clever witch…”

Her breaths came in little, tight, fishlike gasps. She wanted to sink into the ground and never come back. She wanted to be anywhere but there. She wanted… She wanted Ever.

The shade yanked her head to the side again. She couldn’t scream but she slapped at his face. It did nothing.

She tried to pull at another portal, but she could barely move, barely see. Her neck throbbed where his teeth had been and fear rose so high in her throat that she thought she’d go mad.

And then she was tumbling to the side in the grass and his weight was gone. His grip and his eyes and the threat of his teeth had all vanished in a split-second.

Bellamy clawed at the ground and lifted her head to look back at the road, toward the wreck and the shades. Huge, dark shadows had joined the scene.

There had been no warning howls.

She blinked against the fog of her vision to watch that giant fenrir drag the shade away from her, shaking him like a doll and pawing at his legs like the great wolf meant to pull him apart.

And he did.

She watched long enough to see it before rolling onto her back.

The sky spun, the first glimmer of stars becoming rings of light.

The snapping of teeth, wolf and shade, sent little jolts up her spine.

Bellamy shut her eyes, trying to make it stop while also trying to convince herself to move. She had to get up. She had to either get away or help. What if the fenrir got hurt? What if Ever got hurt?

Why had he come?

Territory. Of course, he came. These biters had invaded his land and tried to take his niece.

No, not tried. They had. They had taken her.

She was fenrir.

She was stolen.

She was hurt.

A shadow stretched over her and for long seconds she thought she’d passed out, but her thoughts were still running a mile a minute even if they were jumbled and blurry at the edges. She forced her eyes open and blinked at the fenrir. The shadows that made up fur and flesh and bone were so deep that at the center of his body he looked like a starless sky, his teeth whiter and his eyes an impossibly bright yellow in contrast to all that darkness. The shadows shifted, rolling out into whisps in the air until everything but the eyes had changed.

The man looked down at her, on all four in the grass with one hand planted beside her head. He had blood on his mouth, over his jaw, and down his neck.

Why was he staring at her like that?

Who was she, again?

She just wanted to go home.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Day Twooo: what is one of the stupidest things they ever did in their life. (Nothing super drastic like curring your fucking limbs off, more like accidentally microwaved metal and blew up the kitchen) I will let you deciee the fandom!

Okay, just because this ask was super interesting and because you gave me some fandom freedom, of course I had to find ways to work in each of my fandoms, so take this jumble of headcanons and hopefully you’ll enjoy them!

Tsuna, when he was a really young child, no more than four or five, ate a piece of the pink, fluffy insultation because he thought it was cotton candy. Nana almost had a heart attack when she figured out what was in his mouth and rushed him pretty quickly to a doctor.

Ren Gotou, as a child, really wanted to see if the whole ‘electrical appliance in the bathtub’ thing really worked the same way it did on television. So, he ran a bath, stuck a few of his action figures in there along with his second-favourite stuffed animal, plugged in a hair dryer, and tossed it into that bathtub, expecting to see bright flashes of electricity and smoking toys in the water. It was really anticlimactic though, thanks to the GFI switch attached to the hairdryer.

Uno says her name was Catherine…getting caught and arrested so many times is a close second though.

It’s not incredibly stupid like some of the other things, but Momonoki can get really absorbed in her thoughts and has a really bad habit of running into doors, far more often than she should…it’s kind of made a little worse by the fact that she instinctually apologizes for running into them every single time before she figures out that it was just a door.

Kenji tried to ride a pig once. There was another farmer in the village who was bragging about how big his prize hog had gotten and Kenji heard him say that it was almost as big as a horse. So, of course, Kenji figured that meant that the pig was rideable. Turns out, they are most definitely not and Kenji ended up with a lot of scrapes, a bad bite on his arm, and a broken leg.

Tsubaki has bought a snack from the convenience store and because he always takes the receipt but never actually has any use for them, he’s gone to throw out the receipt on the way past the front doors, where the garbage cans normally are, only to throw out his snack and keep the receipt in hand. It’s happened more than once is the really sad part.

Goku has tried to put out a candle by smothering it…with a tissue. Sanzo yelled at him for hours about how he was trying to burn the whole building down and kill them all and Goku isn’t allowed to light candles without supervision, even though that was a long time ago, in his defense.

Jumin, when he was younger and a little more vengeful about his father’s girlfriends, ended up cutting up some of his father’s new girlfriend’s clothes…and blaming it on a pet. A pet they did not have. A pet that could not have gotten into their penthouse without being caught. He’s always been a very, very bad liar, guys.

Fenrir’s parents have a pond in the back of their property. By their pond rests a little boathouse, low enough that, with the help of the tree nearby, it’s pretty easy to get on top of. It’s pretty easy to see where this is going. He and Ray climbed up to the top of the boathouse one day when they were barely teenagers and they seriously misjudged both the depth and distance into the water. There were some pretty serious injuries and both of them have interesting scars to prove just how stupid they used to be.

Unsui and Agon always tried to pull the twin switch when they were really, really young, probably until about second or third grade and always on Agon’s insistence. It would have worked well, except that Unsui always forgot that he was supposed to answer to Agon and would end up only answering to his own name, which got them busted pretty easily every time.

Darry and Soda, back before Pony was even born, used to have a lot of fun playing on a small hill a little way away from the house. They played all the usual games, and it became their spot. Anyway, they decided to highjack some junked tires one day so that they could try rolling down the hill in them, like they’d seen some other kids do. Anyway, long story short, the hill ended at the road and when Darry rolled down in the tire, it ended on the road. Wouldn’t have been so bad…if a car hadn’t been coming…and if Darry hadn’t ended up getting stuck in the tire so badly that he couldn’t wiggle out. If it wasn’t for Soda running and screaming into the road and the driver’s quick reflexes, the situation could have ended very badly. As it was, Soda struggled to get Darry and the tire off the road and had to end up running home to get his mother to come and get Darry out of the tire.

Kento once ate fake fruit thinking it was real. The worst thing – he finished it and just chalked the weird taste up to it being underripe.

Makio, as a kid, on a bet, stuck his hand into a fresh-of-the-stove bowl of soup just to prove that he could. He got a cool scar and ten dollars out of it…almost made the second degree burns worth it.

Ginji once not only blew the breaker in the Honky Tonk (the cost for a new one was added to their tab) but caused a blackout in the entire neighbourhood trying to convince Paul that he could generate enough power to cut drastically back on Paul’s electric bill – drastically enough that Paul should really cut their tab in half. Instead, it increased by about half.

Someone once asked Dmitri for the time. He was holding a hot cup of coffee. When he turned his wrist to check his watch (a watch he was not wearing because he doesn’t actually own a watch since he relies on his cell phone to tell him the time), he ended up dumping the hot coffee on the person who had stopped him.

Atlanta once, when she was about eight or nine, tried to bungee jump from a tree by tying one end of a bungee cord around a tree branch and one end around her ankles. She made sure to tie them really tight, of course, just to be safe. It just didn’t quite work out like she figured it would…that one hurt a lot.

Norman had a friend that Harry didn’t much like, but who would come to stay every couple weekends. She’d pinch Harry’s cheeks and make stupid comments and little Harry really, really didn’t want her over. So, one night, when she had taken her hearing aid out to clean it and then had to use the washroom, he seized his chance. He not only stole this poor woman’s hearing aid but stuck it in the toaster and turned the toaster on. Not only was the hearing aid destroyed, but the toaster ended up on fire. Needless to say, Norman was really, really angry with Harry and he found himself very grounded.

[bacchus90-toybox]

Kelvin, S/M. BD Metallic Blue.

Frosty.

Quick review -- I wish I had plenty of nice things to say about Kelvin.

I mean, look at him, isn't he the cutest? He's not imposing like most BD models, which is mainly why I got him. He's about the size of what I consider a good plug. You know, the sort of thing you cram up your butthole while you go grocery shopping, video gaming, or other menial activities. The plating on this thing is gorgeous, and the glans on him... to die for. I love the insertion down to however many plates I could take, but that's all the good I have to say.

Of course, as with all reviews, YMMV. Had to throw that disclaimer! For what I hoped I got him for (you know, that one toy you stuff yourself full with and kind of forget you have it in, and then you move a certain way and you're reminded it's very much still inside...), I can't really say I'm impressed. It won't stay in. Knotting him is not possible, at least with my butthole, especially when there's no wiggle room past the girth before the base. My frustration had be resorting to furiously fucking my butthole with the plated shaft (loved it), but concluded with me attempting a difficult stuffing a Fenrir. This was unsuccessful for a whole different reason. Tucker was able to save the day, somehow, especially with the way my bathroom floor was a mess with all the lube and my cramping hand.

And before anyone thinks if I didn't try hard enough, I can guarantee I surely did... I tried everything from standing, sitting, bent over, sideways, upside-down, inside-out, topsy-turvy. Okay, maybe not all of them, but still, I'd like to think I put in some really good effort. Nope. My butthole wasn't going to suck the toy up and cling to the non-existing spot between the knot and the base.

As an active thrusting fucker, he's amazing. But I'd recommend getting one size larger. That gives you more shaft to work on. I mean the small gives about 5" per the BD stats page, but I find that that's a decent amount of dick to work with. I wish he'd have been longer in Small, too, but then again I don't really always need a giant monster cock (questionable) to please my butthole with.

Final rating: C+ D for knotting, A- for thrusting. It all averages out.

Pros: I admire the head swell, and love the textures. Like, a fucking lot.

Cons: The impossible knot. Not for me. Please, no knot jokes. I kind of want to chop him up in places to make possible knotting, but also I must be mad to do that to such a beautiful toy.

Or you know, it might be that my butthole's in the wrong here and it's a me problem.

P.S. I know this review meant to be short, sorry. Will I try it again? Yes, but with a different set of expectations. I'll fuck my butthole actively thinking this is a thrusting toy.

P.P.S. "Hey, Bacch, I thought you said you're more into soft toys?" Yes, but my butthole sometimes wants a bit more of an intense experience. I have a S/S Kelvin with a CT, and that I have yet to try... Maybe one of these days, I'll get the chance to bounce on him for hours.

[wordpimp]

It's a common fetish for a doting man

I was thirty three and waiting to find out if I was really a lamb or really a furnace. This was before I knew about quantum states. I did a bit of hiking and tried to father, and at night I wrote. Daydreaming as I could. Always more or less the same ever since. Sometimes I think of a lamb that swallowed a furnace, but this is really impossible to sustain over time. I stopped drinking as much and started paying more attention to my family. The writing slowed, almost stopped. My last message to her was on june 21, the same day every year for a while. Then that stopped. It was not acrimonious, but just let go. For a gemini she was way more grounded then I ever was. But I learned to live on the earth, and still love much of it. Empathy is learned, but you usually see it more in children. It's what messes me up, when the adult wires cross and spark. Morality doesn't hold up, everything burns the same, little sticks and kindling, ancient trees, they all do. Fenrir. Dragon. She was too nice to say that. But in the morning I still lick the grass, I'm not shy, I'm not above dancing again with a drink in my hand. But it's more fun to remember something bad, I think. Unless we can learn to make it good. Turn around, you think? Jealousy and trust are not to be found in the same room in my experience. I guess unless it's burning, or butting heads with a mirror. So I always finished with love. Little hearts, crosses and eyes. And I fucking meant it. Ask anyone who knew me, or stuck around to see me today.

[thundcrstruck]

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ ❝ i find the hues and shades of your shortcomings almost moving. ❞ (from fenrir !!!) Sent by @stubborngods ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

❝ ----- FUNNY, Coming from a Hound so big he can't do anything without knocking over THE WORLD TREE. ❞

That was meant to come off as belittling, a joke made against the massive size of the Jotunn Wolf! But color Thor , ' TOSSED ' was that what the Midgardians said. or was it ' SHOOKETH ' He'd never understand the language the humans came up with. Why would one be shaking things if they were bothered or irritated by something. But then again, THOR did want to do a lot of SHAKING, the Hel out of Fenrir. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to this fucking slobbering puppy dog GRIEF HIM over his short comings. And ' EXCUSE YOU '

What shortcomings was he referring too. THOR never failed to meet a goal, or complete a task. Unless it was something his FATHER commanded of him. He was really tired of being used as a fucking Brute. So ODIN could get his last word in. That was a ' Short Coming ' He'd take with gleeful pride. You could chalk Thor's failure at HIS POOR EXCUSE of a come back. A attack on the Jotunn's pride, because he was afraid of really looking into what the GIANT was saying. It only pissed him off, and it was all THE GOD OF THUNDER could focus on, And FENRIR knew that too, he was sure of it.

❝ For your information, FENRIR. I have no short comings on my part. ❞

[vancilocs]

mom n dad are fighting

The past hours had been a blur. Merope sat by her vanity, staring blankly at her unmoving reflection, only her shoulders gently rising and falling to the pace of her breathing, her hands resting on her lap; the nerves were a lump in her throat and nausea edged its way to the surface as she stared at her own face, afraid that the fragile calm she had for now would break if the eye contact did. She had a headache, she was thirsty, she knew now what it all meant, but couldn’t begin to parse it even in her own mind, let alone to others. Her hair was half-open, partially brushed out from the crown of braids, cascading past her shoulders and onto her waistline, where she dared not to even look - opting instead to hold the eye contact, as long as she could. Not for too much longer, it turned out, as the door to her chambers opened, snapping her out of her deliberate ignoring of her surroundings. She glanced at the reflection to see who came in, continuing to pull pins out of her yet unbraided side to avoid eye contact with him. “How was dinner?” she asked and Fenrir made a non-disclosing “eh” sound while tossing his tailored coat on a chair nearby. He hated dinner obligations, especially with visiting dignitaries, but seemed that he was still in good spirits - after a couple of glasses of spirits, most likely. He had brought a dark bottle of wine with him, taking a long swig of it before placing it on a windowsill when making his way towards Merope in her chair. “It was fine. After they stopped with all the politics”, he said, lending a hand to his wife by starting to pick more pearled pins from her hair. “All so fucking boring, though. Wish you’d been there”, he mumbled with a pin between his lips as he untied a braid from her crown and began to gently undo it. Merope smiled softly while collecting the pins in their box, Fenrir handing her the final ones as he finished opening the braid. “How are you feeling, though? What’d the doctor say?” he asked and Merope felt the nerves tighten up again, as if a fist of cold stone had curled around her stomach and squeezed. Fenrir waited for an answer for a second, but she had none, all her courage evaporated. “Sweetheart?” he said softly, ever so gently petting Merope’s cheek with his fingers, goading her to open up. “The doctor said I’m fine”, she then said, pulling a smile on her face, and he gave a small chuckle. She didn’t lie, technically - but she knew she hadn’t fooled her husband, either. “I’ll drink to that, then”, Fenrir said, going to grab the wine bottle off the windowsill, gesturing it towards Merope. “Do you want any?” “I---”, she started, the lump of nerves in her throat tightening any excuse she could imagine into nothing, and she knew there was no hiding for any longer. “I can’t.” “What do you mean you can’t?” “I’m pregnant, Fenrir.”

Three words - two, even - were more than enough to bring the air in the room into an ice-cold standstill. They stared dead into each others’ eyes across the space, Fenrir holding the bottle and Merope clutching the small, velvet-lined box of hair pins as if it was the only thing keeping her in the world at the moment. “She said you couldn’t”, Fenrir said quietly, his jaw clenched, his entire body stiff like a statue. “She was wrong”, answered Merope, holding the eye contact for longer than Fenrir could, him breaking it to tug the cork off the wine bottle. “I think you’ve had enough”, Merope said and he glanced at her, sighing in annoyance before slamming the bottle back on the windowsill with a loud enough bang to make her flinch in her chair. “How far along?” he asked and she drew in a wavering breath, feebly shrugging her shoulders. He scoffed, and she hurried to answer. “It’s hard to tell, but from- from how big I am, and when my last-” “How. Far”, he repeated, sternly, and Merope swallowed a tear. “She estimates around four months,” she said and Fenrir tossed his arms up in a gesture of disbelief, turning his back on her for a second and she took the opportunity to wipe any welling off her eye. “That’s halfway fucking through. How did you not know sooner?” Fenrir said and now Merope scoffed, aware of the unfairness laid on her. She had always been of ill health, she had always had bouts of sickness plaguing her, and at her age an illness-wrought weakness would be far more probable than anything else. “You didn’t notice either”, she rebutted. “Haven’t you been through enough of these to recognize what’s happening?” “I thought it- that’s unfair, Fenrir”, said Merope and Fenrir did glance away in shame, drawing in a deep, long breath and letting it out. As hurtful as his words were, Merope knew they were based on fear. They both knew the pain of losing a child all too well, either before it had even had a chance in life or when it all seemed to go just right until the moment it didn’t, all joy and future hopes crumbling into dust so many times. He had spent enough nights by her bedside, hoping she came to for long enough to greet their child. She knew he didn’t want to do that ever again any less than she did, but he didn’t go through the physical pain, he could not understand the terror the changes in her body brought her, the shame she felt for her body when it couldn’t nurture life. She did not need his dismissal nor the outright blame.

“Too late to do anything about it now”, Fenrir mumbled. He turned back to the now open wine bottle and took a long swig, leaning on the windowsill and staring at the view below, distancing himself from the news and from Merope. She knew full well it’s how he coped, through avoiding, but she could not let him disassociate himself from this, not this. She sat in her chair, her hands on now softly curled around her stomach, staring at her husband’s back, silhouetted against the waning light from the window. “Can you hold me?” she pleaded, softly. “Or even look at me, at least?” Fenrir turned to glance at her over his shoulder, his eyes trailing on her midsection before he looked away again, mind disassociated. Merope stood up from her chair, slowly and carefully as to not faint, still trembling with stress and anger, taking a couple of steps towards the man. “Why are you angry at me?” she said and he shuffled uncomfortably where he stood. “I’m not”, he mumbled. “Do you think I’m not scared? That I don’t care? That I don’t remember? That I don’t think about Atticus every time I fall asleep?” Merope continued and the mere mention of their son whose life ended before it even properly began made Fenrir flinch, him turning to face his wife who stood at the center of the floor, shaking, hands squeezed into white-knuckled fists, eye welled up with tears. “My love, I-” Fenrir started. “Do you think I did this to myself?” cried Merope, voice shattering under the tears she had held back, shoulders slumping as she let her composure crumble and she gave in to the hysterical sobs. Fenrir hurried forwards to take her into his embrace as she collapsed, her clinging to his shirt and burying her face into his chest as he gently sat down with her, lifting his small wife into his arms and holding her against himself as she wept. He held her close, pressing kisses and whispering kindness into her hair, softly rocking her from side to side, as her muffled wails slowly, gradually waned into quiet, exhausted sobs, her leaning onto his chest and clinging into his arm that was tightly wrapped around her shoulders, hand in her hair, other hand holding hers. “It’s supposed to be happy news”, she wept and he shushed her gently. “I’m sorry”, he whispered over and over to her, swaying softly from side to side, kissing her head, holding her in the last golden sunrays of the night.

[ofwolfandmuses]

For years, the Alpha had been met with quite a bit of backlash over his wanting Omegas to be treated fairly and kindly - that these wolves deserved better treatment than what Fenrir tradition stood for. Alphas often found it humiliating to deign themselves as equal to Omegas, and the Omegas? Well, many of them couldn't help but question Makani's sincerity. Some thought he was only playing the part, wanting to get into their good graces to get fucked and then some, but over time, it became clear that Makani's intentions were pure and he truly meant what he said.

But, still, he often encountered Omegas that were skeptical of him, and he could completely understand.

So seeing that Sethan understood that Makani was there for him, despite his "lesser" secondary gender, he couldn't help the small smile that pulled at his lips. "No need to thank me for just doing what Mother Wolf intended for us... Omegas as just as strong as us Alphas, if not more so. After all... you lot go through more childbirth than us," he spoke in a teasing tone. "But come... Let's head back to the village, yes? I'll even help carry your kill for you. If the head of the hunter's guild says anything, I'll simply tell them that you and I tracked this boar together and that you made a clean shot to kill it without ruining its hide." Not a complete lie, and it would still give the Omega the pride of knowing he was responsible not only for more food on the table, but more leathers for a couple of wolves to wear.

"And if there is anything else I can help you with, you need only ask, alright? I may be your packmaster, but you are still a pack mate and we look after our pack mates. Right?"

Sethan was a bit of a prideful creature. He liked to think he wasn’t as prideful as some of the other people here, but he definitely had some within him. However, he would drop all of that if it helped others, and especially omegas. And while Sethan was patient and knew that it would take time for things to truly change in the pack, some other omega might not have the same amount of patience as him. And might not become what they truly desire in order to avoid things like that. Which wasn’t fair for anyone involved.

Sethan made sure to give his pack master their names. And he nodded his head after hearing his words. “I know it will be…It’ll be better for just about everyone in the long run, I suppose.” Sethan said with a bit of a nervous smile, hoping that the other hunters didn’t hate him or ostracize him even more because of this. But what’s the worse that could happen? Sethan has already been hunting on his own. Although he did promise Makani that he would stop that. Perhaps he’ll find someone else in the hunter’s guild by speaking up?

Still…Hearing his pack master speak to him with such conviction and promise? It was heartwarming. Sethan knew that it would be easy for the other to merely let things play out how they have been, and yet he’s trying to actively help change some of their packmate’s narratives. “Thank you, Mak…” Sethan said with a small smile. “Thank you for everything you’re doing for us omegas.”

[storiesofwildfire]

v; death is not an escape ( Dead by Daylight verse )

tracktag ( CURRENT )

status; OPEN ships; MULTI

CHAPTER ONE – Ragnarök

Survivor: Loki Laufeyson Killer: Jörmungandr Lokison (aka The Serpent)

For many years, Loki Laufeyson eluded all those who came looking for him. A lonely God doomed to wander the Nine Realms alone, exiled by himself to keep a far distance from the rest of the Gods who deemed him and his children monsters. Odin sent search parties to find him, spies to keep tabs on him, and even the occasional bounty hunter to take his head from his shoulders for a high price.

No one succeeded. Most never found him and those who did never returned to Asgard. No one could catch him.

Until the Entity spawned.

By the time the Entity made itself a known problem, Loki had taken to traveling on Midgard with his Earthbound son, Jörmungandr. Being the only one of Loki’s children with any real freedom, Loki had an easy time meeting up with him and touring the world. Some much needed and long overdue mother-son bonding was just the thing to take Loki’s mind off of the horrors he left behind on Asgard.

The duo didn’t get very far into their travels, however. While Aesir agents had an impossible time tracking the rogue deity, the Entity certainly did not. By that time, numerous people had gone missing, snatched up, never to be heard from again. Loki and his son never bothered to pay attention to a few missing Midgardians. The world was full of terrors and people did horrible things to one another for no reason at all. Getting worked up over every single person that went missing would make for a pretty awful existence.

But Loki should have listened, should have paid more attention to the warning signs, and, above all else, should have kept to more populated areas. The Entity only seemed to pray on those isolated from society, those who did not mingle with the other people in their surroundings. People who would not be missed, people who would not be noticed if they simply... weren’t around anymore. People who weren’t even supposed to exist in the first place, perhaps?

A deity from a religion long past and his monstrous child, even?

They took a brief break from their travels when the opportunity to liberate Fenrir from Odin’s prison came to them. Naturally, they took the opportunity and brought Fenrir to Midgard, but he was wounded. Resources needed to be gathered to care for him properly, so Loki asked a dear friend of his to keep watch over his son while he and Jörmungandr went searching for the artifact they thought they needed.

Exploring the forests of Scandinavia, no one knew where to look for them. No one knew that they should, in fact, be worried about them at all. The pair decided to explore the lands of those who worshipped them so many moons ago, the birthplace of their Midgardian mythos. It seemed like the best spot for the artifact to be. They spent three days and three nights in the forests without incident. The fourth day proved difficult, though.

The density of the forest grew overwhelming, blanketing them in darkness even during the brightest hours of the day. They couldn’t seem to tell North from South and continuously walked around in circles. Eventually, they wound up at the exact same campsite they’d been the night before and were forced to make camp, lest they risk getting lost even further. Even teleporting wasn’t an option. The forest seemed to dampen both of their magic, making it difficult to use.

“Mum?” Jörmungandr murmured as he settled down beside their fire.

“Yes, darling?”

“What’s going on in these woods?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. We’ll be out soon enough.”

Silence fell over the pair. They both knew it was unlikely that something could truly hurt them, but the unease lingered. Jor, despite being several inches taller than his mother and fully grown, moved to sit right beside Loki, even going as far as to lean again the God for comfort.

“We’re going to be fine, love,” Loki reaffirmed.

“What if the Aesir find Fenrir while we’re gone? Or what if they find us while we’re stuck out here without our magic? They’ll take you back to Asgard and they’ll murder me for being the monster that they believe me to be.”

“You’re not a monster, Jor, and no one is going to do anything to us. I won’t allow that.”

If only Loki understood what was keeping them trapped in the thickening fog of the nighttime forest. The Entity spawned above them, casting its shadow onto the area. It never took such powerful beings hostage before, but their misery and their isolation drew it in. They were perfect for its methods of sustaining and entertaining itself, but it took the creature a few days to truly rob them of all of their escape routes.

Loki and Jörmungandr were never heard from again, but the Entity could not strip them of everything they were.

It could, however, pit them against one another.

SURVIVOR PERKS AND ABILITIES

Rare Loki Laufeyson Perk – Mirage Grants the ability to project brief mirrors of one’s self wherever the survivor is standing. The mirror becomes instantly visible to the killer and will even move about the immediate area to points of interest (generators, pallets, chests, etc.), while the survivor goes completely undetected for 15 seconds. In those ten seconds, the survivor cannot be seen or heard by the killer. The mirror will fade if the killer interacts with them.

Rare Loki Laufeyson Perk – Charmed Electrician Skill checks are wildly increased, granting a better chance at a great skill check and less chance of missing a skill check. Survivors with Charmed Electrician are immune to certain generator tampering such as Hex: Ruin and Overcharged. When two or more survivors are working on a single generator, grants a buff of 20% faster repair rate per survivor.

Rare Loki Laufeyson Perk – Storyteller Unlocks potential in survivor’s aura reading abilities. Killer becomes visible for five seconds upon finding a survivor, standing within 18 meters of a survivor, or picking up a survivor’s trail by blood or scratch marks. Other survivors still present in the trial will also be alerted to the killer’s location.

KILLER PERKS AND ABILITIES

Rare The Serpent Perk – Friend or Foe Grants the killer a fifteen second period of placing an illusion over their form, giving them the appearance of one of the survivors in the trail so they can quickly gain the trust of those around them and make a quick strike after backing their prey into a corner.

Rare The Serpent Perk – Eye of the Serpent Unlocks potential in killer’s aura reading by allowing the killer to track the heat signatures of nearby survivors. If a survivor is within 20 meters, they will become visible for 3 seconds. Killer’s sight is also heightened and widened. Precision is key in everything, including how well you see.

Rare The Serpent Perk – Poison of the Fang Every strike you deliver has the chance of implementing the poison effect on the injured survivor. Poisoned survivors have 90 seconds to cure themselves at various ritual sites around the map. If they fail to do so, they automatically enter the dying state. If the survivor is not healed by another survivor in 60 seconds, the survivor will succumb to the poison and perish.

CHAPTER TWO – The Binding

Survivor: Sebastian Castellanos Killer: Fenrir Lokison (aka The Dweller)

Perhaps a less likely duo than our first chapter, Sebastian Castellanos found himself taking in a shape-shifting wolf by the name of Fenrir. Naturally, Sebastian never would have believed such a creature existed, but after his time in STEM and meeting a literal God, it became easier to digest. Loki came to him with a request.

“Please watch after my son. He is still recovering and needs someone to look after him when I cannot. You’re one of the few on this realm that I trust. Can I count on you?”

“Of course.”

The God promised he would only be gone for a few days, gathering supplies with Fenrir’s elder brother during one of their trips. Sebastian thought little of it. While many stories and people painted Loki’s children to be monsters, Seb knew what a real monster looked like and Fenrir definitely did not fit the bill.

But Loki and Jörmungandr never came home. Several days passed without word. Sebastian didn’t worry. What could harm a God and his offspring? A foolish question, he supposed, since he met Loki inside of STEM and the whole reason Fenrir needed so much time to recover was because he’d been so badly injured during his time in Odin’s captivity. Still, the detective tried to stay positive while he looked after the disguised wolf. Fenrir hardly woke for anything more than food anyway.

A week passed, though, followed by another, and while Fenrir grew stronger, no word came from the wolf’s mother. Sebastian tried to reach Loki, tried to reach Jörmungandr, but failed every time.

“We ought to go searching for them,” Fenrir suggested halfway through the third week. “This is unlike my mother.”

“Loki didn’t even tell us where they were going. Where do we begin?” Sebastian asked as he dished out some homemade stew. The detective wasn’t the best cook in the world, but Fenrir didn’t seem to mind. As long as it was high in protein, he’d eat just about anything.

“I could track them,” the wolf suggested.

“By scent?”

“No.” Fenrir fixed Sebastian with a rather annoyed expression. “With magic, idiot.”

“Oh... right. I just thought, because, ya know, the wolf thing, you might...” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m just... still getting used to the idea that magic and gods are real.”

Fenrir nodded, excusing Sebastian’s stumbling as a human lost in a world that made no logical sense to them. They had more important things to worry about, anyway, like tracking Fenrir’s missing family members. The wolf, despite still trying to recuperate, set to work on tracking his mother and brother, only to find that they... weren’t turning up. He contacted Hel, hoping that she may have some answers or, at the very least, could confirm if they were dead, but his sister only reported back much of the same.

Hel, however, had always been wildly gifted in the ways of magic, even in ways that her brothers were not, and she was at least able to track Loki’s last known location.

“Wait for me. I will come with you to locate them,” she instructed.

“We don’t have time,” Fenrir insisted. “Sebastian and I will go now.”

And they did...

SURVIVOR PERKS AND ABILITIES

Rare Sebastian Castellanos Perk – Light the Way Survivor starts the trial with an old lantern with enough oil to burn for 2 minutes. Burning the lantern makes generator repair easier, increasing the speed by 50%. Searching chests, sabotaging hooks, and healing are also increased by 50% when the lantern is lit. It also makes finding other relevant points of interest easier to spot, making the survivor’s line of sight further and clearer. Oil can be found around the map to replenish the lantern’s supply but be careful! The lantern may make tasks easier, but the survivor will be much easier to spot.

Rare Sebastian Castellanos Perk – Catching Fire Survivor starts the trial with an old lantern and a box of matches. When the lantern is lit, the survivor can smash the lantern against the killing, momentarily stunning them and setting them on fire. The survivor can also toss a match at a flammable object to start a fire that will spread and create a temporary barrier that the killer cannot cross. Lantern light makes the survivor easier to locate. Other survivors can be harmed by the flames as well, instantly putting them into the dying state if hit.

Rare Sebastian Castellanos Perk – Trick Shot Survivor starts the trial with a revolver with an empty clip. Upon killer attack, the survivor can hit the killer with the handle of the gun, momentarily stunning the killer. There is, however, a single bullet in one of the chests around the map. If the survivor finds it, they have one shot to hit the killer. A body shot will stun the killer for 90 seconds. A headshot will stun the killer for 3 full minutes and grant 50% generator repair speeds. As soon as the gun is fired, regardless of if the bullet lands or misses, the survivor becomes visible to the killer for 30 seconds upon killer’s first step.

KILLER PERKS AND ABILITIES

Rare The Dweller Perk – God Eater Power from the Entity flows freely through your veins, granting you the ability to mori the first survivor you come across without having to put them into the dying state or hook them. One remaining survivor will be granted 100% chance of escaping their hook once and luck for all survivors increases moderately.

Rare The Dweller Perk – Howls of Rage You let off a serious of loud snarls, growls, and howls. Nearby survivors are so frightened by your presence, they scream in terror, revealing their location for five seconds. The more you frighten the survivors, the easier they are to track. Their anxiety causes louder breathing and panting, off-balanced skill checks with smaller zones to hit while healing or repairing generators, and more screams of terror when you are near.

Rare The Dweller Perk – Pack Hunting Your ability to track survivors by scent of blood and fear grants potential in your aura reading abilities. Any time a survivor within 24 meters of you enters a closet, it is revealed to you straight away. Any time a survivor sits in a closet anywhere on the map for more than ten seconds, they become visible to you.

CHAPTER THREE – The Gates of Helheim

Survivor: Hel Lokidottir Killer: Hel Lokidottir (aka The Damned)

In search of her missing mother and idiot brothers, Hel left the safety of her realm and went to Midgard to the last known location of Loki and Jörmungandr. When Fenrir insisted, he would go with a friend without waiting for her, and Hel never received word back, she knew that she needed to find them herself. It didn’t come as a shock or a surprise, really. Out of the lot of them, she seemed the most likely to actually preform correctly under pressure, but even Hel, the Goddess of Death and the Queen of Helheim could not escape the Entity’s hold once she stepped foot into its domain.

Splitting her into a survivor or a killer, however, proved to be tricky. Her true, half-dead appearance made her perfect for a monster that would tear apart survivors without so much as batting an eye. Her living side, however, lent itself to that of a survivor. Despite Hel’s cold and hardened exterior, she had a deeply caring and passionate heart, one that could very well put her at the forefront of a pack of survivors, one that made it nearly impossible to condemn her fully to a life of endless killing.

Nor could the Entity strip away what made her such, so what to do?

For the first time in the stretch of the Entity’s exsitence, it decided to manifest both sides of the coin in one person. A young, beautiful, and intelligent survivor that, when touched by darkness, flipped the script entirely.

At the beginning of each trial, Hel starts as either a survivor or a killer. As a survivor, Hel has incredible abilities, but must keep a close eye on her comrades. Signs of betrayal will pull her closer and closer to the darkness, as judgement must be passed on fellow survivors. If Hel is the victim of a betrayal or she witnesses first hand a betrayal, power surges through her, turning her into the half-dead judger of the damned. Her first kill is automatically a merciless blow on the current killer, wiping them out of the trial. Then the survivor who ignited her change becomes her obsession, always visible to her until they, too, are dead. Other survivors are penalized for helping the betrayer.

As the Damned, the killer ruthlessly passes judgment on the survivors, but the survivors have an added ability to perform cleansing rituals. These rituals force the Entity back, pulling the Damned away from it’s hold. There are four ritual sites. Each site must be cleansed by a different survivor. If the survivors manage to cleanse all of the sites, the Damned will revert back to Hel, a survivor. Without an active killer, the trial ends, and all those still alive will escape.

SURVIVOR PERKS AND ABILITIES

Rare Hel Lokidottir Perk – Gifts for the Giving Any time a survivor performs a coop action, the time it takes to complete that action is cut by 50%. At the same time, the killer is distracted by a false audio cue on the far side of the map, putting as much distance between the killer and the survivors as possible.

Rare Hel Lokidottir Perk – Ghosts of the Damned The survivor is infused with the spirit of the half-dead queen, giving them a second face hidden from view. Other survivors are unaffected by revealing what lies beneath but revealing the true face of the queen will spook a killer. Directly seeing the reveal will stun the killer, forcing them to drop their victims in the process. Being nearby but not in direct contact will fill the killer with a sense of terror at the Entity’s displeasure. The killer’s sight will be impaired severely for 60 seconds, making locating and hitting survivors extremely difficult. Restricted use of 3 times per trial.

Rare Hel Lokidottir Perk – Bridge Between Realms As a survivor, the killer’s instincts run strong through your veins. This unlocks potential in the survivor’s aura reading abilities, allowing them to see the killer’s position every 20 seconds regardless of what the killer is doing.

KILLER PERKS AND ABILITIES

Rare The Damned Perk – Judgement Passed When a survivor leads you to another survivor, you gain a buff to hone in on the betrayer and teleport right behind them. You can grab them without downing them into dying state, but you are not allowed to harm the other found survivors until your catch has been dealt with by hooking them or killing them by your hand.

Rare The Damned Perk – Survivor’s Savior If you catch a survivor assisting another survivor, you have the choice of rewarding that survivor rather than harming them. You will pull the survivor to your side, recruiting them to help you throughout the duration of the trial. They will be forced to assist you in sabotaging generators, protecting totems and ritual sites, and locating survivors. You are not allowed to kill this survivor. They will automatically be guaranteed a survived status at the end of the trial.

Rare The Damned Perk – Rites of Passage There are four ritual sites where survivors can perform the cleansing ritual that will drain you of your power. You must protect them at all costs while hunting your charges. To do this, you can set traps at the entrance of each ritual site. If a survivor steps through this trap, they will instantly be transported to a rune etched into the basement where they will be trapped for 20 seconds. You can choose to retrieve and hook them, but that will leave your ritual site vulnerable to the next survivor.

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the ros + daemin cause why not, are at a party, they are going to give a present to someone they dont really know much. what is that gift? another is what if the mc gives the ros + daemin a gift they dont like, what's their reaction? (this came from a dream i had where i was having my bday party and all the people there just kept giving me fucking socks. they werent even the good kind 😭 and the whole room was just filled with ugly socks)

I’ve grown to appreciate being gifted socks because my room gets so cold, and I have tiled flooring so waking up in the morning to move about is the absolute worse. Love me some fluffy, mismatched socks.

And reactions/what the characters would do is below the cut! :D

Daemin

Not being much of a gift-giver, especially to those he is not familiar with, he’d need a bit of encouragement and advice from MC. If MC told him to just find something he himself likes, he'll come to the party bearing the gift of a burlap sack filled with apples or fresh game.

He’d bust open the door, making everyone stop what they’re doing. Scanning the room, he’d search for the person.

Spotting them, he’d walk towards them like they’ve done something to piss him off. When he’s right in front of them, he’d look down on them, gripping the gift in one hand. 

“Take it,” he’d shove it into their arms. Without another word, he’ll turn to make his way towards MC and idle by them for the rest of the night lest the angel wants their space.

If MC gave Daemin a gift he didn’t like, he’d be a bit upset and confused. From his perspective, MC basically knows all of what he likes and doesn’t like. They’ve spent thousands of years hanging out with each other, so he’d assume they’re mad at him or messing with him. However, he’s conflicted because they still gave him something.

Cava'dren

They’d give the person money. It’s a foolproof gift, seeing as the person can buy what they actually want with the funds. If the person gets upset that Cava’dren didn’t at least try to find something nice, they’ll just shrug it off and throw a snarky reply.

If MC gave Cava’dren a gift they don’t like, they’d be playfully blunt about it. They don’t like to sugar-coat their words or tell white lies. Still, they’ll give their thanks. They might even turn it into a game, making a bet that if MC figures out what they actually like, they’ll let them in on a secret or something that’s worthwhile.

Crych

You will never catch them giving someone they barely know a present firsthand. Their cousin or someone they’re more comfortable with would have to be the one delivering the gift. They’d probably give the person a hand-crafted weapon, like a knife or bow. Maybe an easy-to-make trinket such as a necklace or charm.

If MC gave them something they didn’t like, they’d sound mad. They’d ask the angel “what is this?” 

In reality, they don’t mean to sound angry—they can’t help their tone. They’re confused about why they’re being given something more than they are upset. If the MC tells them that it’s a gift meant for them, they’ll freeze up. 

Crych would instinctively pull on their hair, muttering the smallest ‘thank you’ while mentally taking note to repay MC, even if the gift isn’t something they actually like. 

Eve

By the rarest chance that Eve is actually present at a party, they’ll stick to the corners or more secluded places. Being the little rat that they are, they would somehow know what to get and where to place the gift so that the person will find it. 

The person, stumbling upon the gift, would find a painting or sculpture of what they like, making the person uneasy. 

And if MC gave Eve something they didn’t like, they’d 100% pull a white lie and say they appreciate the sentiment. 💀 As simple as that.

Fenrir

Fenrir would spend day before the party trying to think of what the person may like. Should he go for something expensive? What’d make them happy? What if he got them something they hated?

He hopes the person enjoys flowers or a nice notebook. Or is that too simple? Auuuuuugh...

If MC gave him a gift he did not like, he’d still appreciate the gesture. The fact that they’ve given him a gift at all warms his heart. A strong need to reciprocate the kind act will eat at him, so he’d offer to take them somewhere nice or try to find a way to smoothly ask them what they like (so he may later go gift hunting for the item). 

Lunari

Lunari would gift the person a trophy of her most recent battle. It may be the horn of a beast or a medallion she plucked from the pocket of her enemy. Whether the person likes it or not, she’ll end up making them forget all about the gift by stirring up a conversation with them.

If MC gave her a gift she didn’t like, her smile would falter. Awkwardly, she’ll try to cover it up with praise and a change of topics.

“Wow, um...this is the best thing I’ve ever been given,” she scratches her head. “Very cool. Thanks. Oh, yeah! Come, try some of the drinks Sorin bought for the party.”   

Remilia

The person best be prepared for a luxurious present. It’d be an expensive gift bag containing exotic fruits, jewelry, or maybe even the latest tech if the area has them available. 

She wants to make sure her gift stands out compared to the rest. If someone manages to bring something better, she’d be pretty miffed about it.

If MC gave her something she didn’t like, she wouldn’t comment on it at all. She’d set it aside or put it in her bag while continuing to do whatever she was doing.

Sorin

There are so many things he already has in his possession that he could give as a gift, but he doesn’t want to give away anything he has. He’d go to the marketplace, looking for something interesting and gift-worthy.

By the end of the trip, he’d end up with several gifts for himself. And the gift he'd buy for the person would be random like odd little trinkets you’d stumble upon at a thrift store.

It’s insanely difficult, near impossible, for the MC to gift him something he doesn’t like. He values all material possessions no matter what it is, so I think giving him nothing is the only gift that’d make him upset. He’d be visibly sad if everyone else got something except for him, and would find some place to sit quietly and sulk.