#Convo: Fenrir

[dcrxsswxll]

Coffee? {Dirk & Fenrir}

When: Present Day [Game Time] Where: Dirk's Apartment With: Fenrir @redmoonrisings

It had been a long day and Dirk was looking forward to a quiet night in translating some Giant Runes for the Ministry and a late showing of ‘The Price is Right’ on is TV; much as he loved the world of magic, he loved the muggle world just as much- though, his Thursday night in was interrupted by a sharp rap on his door. Dirk frowned, not expecting a visitor to his flat, and headed to the entrance. Looking through the peep hole, he could make out through figure there and froze for a moment- and only a moment. 

He could alert the ministry, he could send a Patronus to old Order members, or he could follow his gut and see *the good* he knew was present in every living person.

Swallowing, Dirk unlatched and opened the door to the large frame of Fenrir Greyback. 

“Good evening, Mr. Greyback,” Dirk said politely, smiling up at the man, “Can I get you a cup to tea? I was just about to brew some silver needle.” And stepping back, he invited the werewolf into his apartment. 

[goldenboifoley]

He’d thought being away for as long as he had would render the space unfamiliar to him, yet Josh found himself wandering through the trees just like he’d done after being brought to the school; there was a slight comfort in their sameness.

S ran ahead of him, tail wagging, nose high, sniffing everything and anything. Josh briefly wondered if the dog remembered the space as well but then he took off after catching a scent and Josh frowned, following at a more sedate pace. He felt the creature before he saw them, recalling how he touched, healed and harmed Fenrir before the enormous wolf came into view. He nodded respectfully and sat next to S, hands folded calmly in his lap, “Hello Fenrir.” He said quietly, looking up at him, “I was just thinking the forest hasn’t changed very much, and now here you are, looking exactly the same.”    

Walking in the woods.

@goldenboifoley

Fenrir knew most of the woods of the east coast, visiting them quite often, checking what he decided was his territory. Crossing Midgardians was a part of this routine, sometimes the wolf was ignoring them, and sometimes he was just simply eating them.

Wandering in his wolf shape, the wolf stopped his pace when a familiar smell hit him. It didn't take long for a dog to show up, making the old wolf growl in reaction. He knew him but waited for the dog to calm down and lay down to act more friendly, teaching him some manners in front of the father of all wolves. Not stupid, Sunny seemed to understand the lesson and obeyed, his wagging tail hitting the ground. Pleased, Fenrir sat down in return, his attention moving to another known smell incoming. It has been a while. "Hi Joshua." Peacefully greeted the wolf when the mutant finally showed up.

[waterfallswords]

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"Han er her!" Egil yells, a sudden and roaring noise that takes passing wolves by surprise as he sprints towards his brother. There's genuine amusement in his laughter when the brothers collide, Egil roughly tussling with Loki as a way to say a thousand words at once. For the way they were parted, for the way they traveled without one another for years now. "Jeg kan ikke tro at du ikke kunne vente noen dager til, vi kom alle hit mens du var borte!" he chimes out in glee. But there is a drop in Egil's stomach, one that he wishes to ignore as he reunites with Loki. Who he left the town with causes the pit to form, Egil pulling away to then punch Loki harshly in the chest. First with intent, but then a kinder one before he's more overcome with seeing his brother again. "Alle oss! Alle av oss overlevde!" he shouts out again and then delivers a cheering scream that rivals a battle cry into the town street.

[chalcanthitedreams]

Btw. Not to be mean or anything. But this is Dani @saturniidships main f/o. Btw

[druggeddraccus]

literally crying over god of war rn

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[burkeandblops]

Out of the Woods | Fenrir & Eustace

Place: Forbidden Forest Date: December 22, 1985 Status: closed w/ @moonbiting

Only a few things made Eustace uncomfortable, and going to the woods, ALONE, to meet H I M, was one of them. Internally he cursed that fateful day he found himself at the Shrieking Shack waiting for a date that would never show up. It had been a trap and he fell for it. That's how their story started... More for Eustace than Fenrir, since he was the one who had more to lose, in his opinion.

What other members of the Cabal would think of this, oh he had an idea, but he would never confess to it. It was the price to pay to keep some people safe. He looked around, smoking his pipe, he would show up anytime soon, and Eustace was curious about the nature of their meeting.

[lunarcry]

;_;

[soothsayerbrod]

Of course he had to be impressed, he wasn't dealing with an amateur muggle fortuneteller who relied only on books to learn about his art. But something in the tone of his client sounded mocking, but he was used to it. It was a lifestyle to get people laughing at the face of fate.

"All the time. People don't like to listen to the truth." He explained in a flat tone, "we usually S E E the danger coming. Some choose to escape it, others choose to face it and throw a curse or two to fix the issue like a civilized modern wizard would."

Fenrir wondered how much a party trick like this could tell, but in the end, what did it matter? Correct or otherwise, he would have his fun. And his ACTION, eloquently pointed out by the wizard behind the booth. "More interesting than I was prepared to give you credit," he admitted, eyeing the cards that had been placed in front of him. "I'll keep that in mind the next time I've got something going my way." Or not, but RECKLESSNESS was practically written into his blood... it was not the wolf that planned ahead, but the dwindling man behind it.

"Tell me," he let a nail dig deeper into the wood, drawing up shavings; "does anyone come back DISPLEASED with your advice? I've always wondered what happens to you blokes when someone catches you on the streets."

[ace-avian]

So I just saw the “laurence would’ve killed innocents” thing and I wanted to give my take on it. Laurence should be held accountable for killing that many people in general, but it should also be taken into account the circumstances. People acknowledge that he killed innocent werewolves very often, what people don’t acknowledge is usually what prompted him to kill those people.

Laurence, Katelyn, and Aphmau were drugged, turned into meifwas, and then sold like cattle to the werewolves. Laurence and Katelyn were held prisoner, and then given a spot in the wedding ceremony to await death while they watch Aphmau be forced into marrying Fenrir. Laurence then proceeded to snap and kill a large number of werewolves, only to be stopped by Aphmau. Not only was Laurence under a traumatizing amount of duress that’d result in a violent response from most people, we don’t actually know how much choice he had in his shadow knight transformation.

So essentially yeah, Laurence definitely killed innocent people and should be held accountable, but saying that no context makes it sound like he killed them with the clear understanding they were innocent and with a real viable alternative to escape the situation. Manslaughter versus first degree murder, essentially.

MAN that post reached so many people—

I will say, you are absolutely correct. When I tend to have rants like that my brain gets a bit too overloaded which can lead to fuckups like that.

I think what I wanted to say with my rant that I fucked up with is ‘maybe there should have been more development WITH that’. Like- from what I can recall, they had like one convo about it and then it was swept under the rug (if my memory serves me correctly which it might not be-)

I think the main thing that I see wrong with the mief’wa wedding is the fact that there wasn’t a lot of explored repercussions- for instance the slaughter reaching the ears of other werewolves and screwing up alliances like Bright Port.

So yes, you are absolutely correct, there are explanations that I hadn’t mentioned, that’s on me- i have no clue what I’m trying to say here *wheeze*

Hopefully this all is worded correctly I struggle a shitton with wording things correctly which is what has essentially happened with the laurence post-

[dcrxsswxll]

Coffee? [Fenrir & Dirk]

When: Present Day [Game Time] Where: Dirk's Apartment With: Fenrir @wolfruled

It had been a long day and Dirk was looking forward to a quiet night in translating some Giant Runes for the Ministry and a late showing of ‘The Price is Right’ on is TV; much as he loved the world of magic, he loved the muggle world just as much- though, his Thursday night in was interrupted by a sharp rap on his door. Dirk frowned, not expecting a visitor to his flat, and headed to the entrance. Looking through the peep hole, he could make out through figure there and froze for a moment- and only a moment. 

He could alert the ministry, he could send a Patronus to old Order members, or he could follow his gut and see *the good* he knew was present in every living person.

Swallowing, Dirk unlatched and opened the door to the large frame of Fenrir Greyback. 

“Good evening, Mr. Greyback,” Dirk said politely, smiling up at the man, “Can I get you a cup to tea? I was just about to brew so silver needle.” And stepping back, he invited the werewolf into his apartment. 

[desiderium-eden]

You told me about him once or twice! I had to look back on old convos to find the name—I’m gonna guess Fenrir :D

@soraeia

They’re just gonna take Chia’s hand to give it a kiss but stop just short of her knuckles. “... Who is this ‘Fenrir’?”

[bodhimohan]

"You're not from here, right?" Bodhi asked, though he didn't need to ask, the accent was a dead give-away. "If you grow up in the UK, and have enough pigment, you'd become very familiar with vitamin supplements. I've been taking them steadily every winter of the past years," he shared. That was the best way to create familiarity, and he knew he was doing a great job at it. He hadn't been very charming when he was a boy, everyone had thought he was pretty much an idiot, and really, he had been. But he'd gotten better at things as he grew older, and this whole private investigator thing: pretty much in his pocket.

Bodhi took a look at the screen, tried to gather his thoughts, see what Casey thought of it. But he couldn't decipher it. "I may be, yes, but only because I've heard this town was once a Viking settlement," he shared, checking out the books, and nodding slowly, before turning back to Casey. "Really? You know anything about Norse Mythology then? Or myths and legend in general?" He sounded interested, appreciative.

"Ah. You know, I hadn't even thought of that?"

Casey shoots the other man a grateful smile, narrowly keeping the shock and surprise he feels off of his face. Bodhi (as he recently learned his silent patron was called) was always pretty quiet, but Casey hadn't even heard the door open. The old, large, creaky door.

Recovering quickly, he brushes the odd occurrence off, takes the book across the counter and studies its title. Lost in thought, he begins to worry at his bottom lip as he turns to the internal catalogue system to find similar titles.

"I think we do have a couple more entires like that one, actually." After a few seconds, he spins the computer monitor around to show Bodhi three more books that, at least according to the system, have a lot in common with the one he'd already picked out.

"Interested in mythology, I'm guessing? Just the Norse stuff, or...?" He trails off, giving time for the other man to explore his options on the screen. "Not to toot my own horn or nothin', but I know a thing or two about myths and legend. Where I'm from, it's almost an art form. Storytellin', that is."

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[awellboiledicicle]

I just remembered another Hypnos/oc au i had that involved a daughter Loki had with [spins wheel] who knows just before he was, you know, chained to the boulder.

Under the cut bc long

Her name is Osk and has the patience of Thor, Loki’s bent for magic, and the body of a brick wall. She’s actually a perfectly nice person when not annoyed, the problem is she loves her brothers and sister. And isn’t entirely convinced the world would end if they were treated better, which is a problem because Odin is 99.9999999999999% sure she’s wrong on that. Good news is she was basically Freya’s ward due to the goddess just kinda finding her one day after her mortal mother died of sickness. Bad news is Freya and Odin have been watching Demeter’s unending winter spiral out of control for the last fifty years and they’re... well not antsy. They know Ragnarok is going to come at some point. They’re just in agreement that maybe the great tree shouldn’t get frostbite early, nor should Fenrir be allowed out of his chains just because his little sister thinks he could be calmed with some work.

So a pantheon spanning convo happens between Odin and Zeus--who is also not loving the long winter, or the warring he isn’t involved in over resources--to figure out what to do. Because if the long winter is the Big One, their only hope of stalling it would be cutting out a possible trigger. And the best way to do that, since they can’t just stick her in Helheim because she might stir up Hel early, is to lock her in place somewhere where she can’t possibly contact her family. And them greek gods sure are good at locking up big powerful things. AKA Zeus offered to bind her into service of Hades. Because he does, at the time, have a reputation of only letting very specific cases leave his realm--and only if they follow the rules. It keeps her busy--he knows his brother, though they don’t talk much lately, will have work for her. And, maybe, the resulting offense from Hades will make him answer one of Zeus’ calls. It doesn’t. Hades answers a missive from Odin about it. No one knows how the raven got into the House in the first place, but it seemed content to follow Charon out. They come to an agreement that, yes, he’ll take Asgard’s problem child so long as she does a service to his house and doesn’t cause trouble. Which is good, since he will be her master for all intents and purposes. 

What’s bad is Osk and Freya--who is there largely to make sure she doesn’t channel her father and fuck off--show up about a month before Zagreus starts trying to escape. Which gives Freya time to try to convince Hades to marry Zagreus and Osk in a bid of ‘well if shes married perhaps it will slow her response upon ragnarok’. Hades, much too tired for this scheming and already trying to just be a good host until she fucks off, keeps saying no. Partially because he doesn’t want to deal with the chaos of a wedding, and partially because he seriously doubts Zagreus would be able to keep a wife. Just on a responsibility level. Then Freya tries to talk him into marrying her off to one of Nyx’s sons, assuming he’d have a say in that since the story was still that Zag was Nyx’s son. Hades definitely does not have the energy or time for this and says no.

Meanwhile Osk is not quite sure why she’s there. Like she knows she’s been essentially sold into service, the end date of which is ‘when the world ends’. She’s aware of the mechanical why. She just doesn’t understand why it was necessary-- she doesn’t want Ragnarok to happen any sooner than anyone else. She simply doesn’t want her family to suffer in the meantime. But no one seems to believe her, and thus. 

The upside is she does meet Zagreus and get along with him rather well--though sparring is done only under close supervision of Achilles. Osk might have a more mortal kind of immortality, but she also fights like she’s trying to tear someone apart with her bare hands. Zagreus, being trained by Achilles, does much the same. Which means if they’re not careful, they’ll both be climbing out of the pool of Styx. Which is best avoided. Meanwhile she’s very interested in Hypnos, in a very specific kind of way. Initially, she was curious if he and hsi river Lethe could be used to calm her brothers into stalling ragnarok, or on her father to make him sleep so deeply that the venom in his eyes no longer pained him enough to cause earthquakes. Then she got to know him and her interest turned into: “He is a funny little man, more suited like a housewife than some master of the realm.”

Basically she went “he’s pathetic, i love him” and spent a lot of time giving him pretty trinkets because she liked how flustered he got. Meanwhile he’s a bit caught up in the fact she could destroy him. The fact he was told, very sternly, that he was to knock her ass out if she disobeyed orders was noted and filed away behind her calling him a delicate poppy.

When Zagreus fucks off for the first time, shes the one who gets the job of hauling a very upset Cerberus out of the lounge. Her job, until Zag gets his as security tester, is literally to carry things around for Hades. Not because he can’t carry things, but because there’s so many fucking rolls of parchment. She’s just glad she doesn’t need to memorize all of them because oof.

She also refuses to believe Theseus isn’t Asterius’s father. She doesn’t know the story, no one wants to teach her to read to learn the story or tell her the story, so she just. Assumed, because of proximity. Hypnos corrects her because he’s his favorite fighter and oh darkness, no.

Once Zag gets his security job, he principally hijacks her for what he calls ‘stress testing’ on the off chance the shades are getting too used to how he fights. This is also known as ‘Osk punches her way through the underworld until she actually needs a weapon, in which case she just summons one with magic because what kind of woman would she be if she could not magic up a sword bigger than Theseus on command’.

That said, she’s mildly upset to find out Demeter throwing a fit is why everyone back home got so nervous. Well, not a fit but an overreaction. It’s not like the mortals asked Persephone to go missing. Once Persephone comes back though, Hades has to order her not to tell anyone. Because while yes, it would stop the winter if Demeter were focused instead on her daughter, it would mean a much larger war.

basically im ponder

[waterfallswords]

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"Ahh, come on. It'd be fun. And I know you got a bunch of stories you haven't told any of us about yet." Tyr laughed, trying his best to convince his brother to join them at the Garcia house even if he knew it wasn't likely to happen. His eyes quickly scanned over the baby wipes and diapers as he let Fen move him through the aisle. He laughed but only slightly because he still hadn't been able to say anything about it. He didn't even know how to bring it up. "I don't think that'd happen to me any time soon." Not from lack of trying. Ty was a hopeless romantic like his father and brother, but seemed unluckier than the two of them when it came to love. His dating history was impressive but nobody had ever been the one. Even he sung from the rooftops every time as if they were. "Yup, Xav said it was all good. It's kinda funny, people shit their pants about Diego but he seems...nice?" he shrugged. Although, nobody seemed as nice as their own father. Wolf was a hard father figure to beat. "Oh yeah, she's around. Always doing her cute Lola shit." he shrugged, scanning the shelves for snacks that he's been trusted to bring. "Chips and dip? Can't go wrong, right?"

@waterfallswords fenrir / tyr - midnight bodega

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"Me? At a party? You think I'm in my twenties?" Fen's laugh boosted through the small store, both hands grabbing his younger brother by the shoulders to steer him. He directed Tyr so quickly down the other line of shelves, ignoring the collection of baby necessities stacked to the side of them."Nah, I appreciate the offer but that's not for me these days. You'll get it when you're a dad and got a lovely lady you'd rather be at home with." Fen explained like it was the gospel because to him it was. He let go of Tyr, spotting the beer bottles and grabbing one. He was still a Cross, after all and pried the cap off with his teeth to drink while they browsed. He'd pay for it when they got to the front. "So, party at a Garcia's house. Interesting choice." He didn't speak suspiciously but with amusement instead, already laughing and well aware of the name while he was growing up. "Is Lola still around these days? She was great, probably my favorite Garcia."

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tag: @ofmoths​ setting: Garrison Manor, Hoenn Region

From an outsider’s perspective, he could see the appeal in Garrison Manor. It was huge- surrounded on all sides by crawling vines plump with grapes, lined with fruit trees and a crystalline pond full of goldeen and magikarp. And the house itself was expansive and expensive and demanded attention from all who basked in its very, very bright light. It was a beacon to the rest of Thistle Hill, the middle-of-nowhere town north of Petalberg that his parents called home. 

To him, it was a lot of steep expectations growing up, which he had made a lifetime of skirting around or doing on his own terms. His mother was a retired world-famous coordinator and his father was the revered gym leader of Thistle Hill, and he guessed his sister had been training day and night to take over for him some day. 

As for Fen? He had a box full of ribbons and a single trophy collecting dust in his room, and that was it. That was what he had to show for all of his hard work. Well, that and Ralts. She’d been levitating more than walking those days- a sure sign, according to his mother, that she would evolve soon. He smiled down at her and she whirled around in a circle. She hated coming home just as much as he did-- he wasn’t the only one with some steep parental expectations.

“We are going to be fine,” he said aloud, though he wasn’t sure if it was for Ralts to hear or himself. Before he could figure out an answer, he heard the sound of the gate’s locking mechanism click, and then it swung open on its hingers.

“Home sweet home,” he grumbled.