#Shades of Valhalla

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: July 17th, 2024

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme Sam hosts at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading? What did you recently finish reading? What do you think you’ll read next? Here is what I am currently reading, recently finished, and plan to read from Thursday to Wednesday. Let me know if you have read or are planning on reading any of these books!! Happy…

[onemillionfish]

hanging out

[alethiometry]

no but fr, i think mirage has helped me fall back in love with the series after feeling soooo burnt out with valhalla's whole.... whatever the hell that was

[mass-convergence]

Soma study. Extremely heavily referenced from a screenshot from this post from itsmypeach13.

Time lapse below the cut

[babey-fruit-bat]

Molliter Nix Cadit - Softly the Snow Falls

Caracalla goes to great lengths to cure your home sickness, in more ways than one 💍🎄🥂✨

Please Note:

Slight time skip, fast slow-burn, strangers to lovers

Not sure if this will be OOC for Caracalla- author has not seen movie but has seen some spoilers - I heard Dondus is a boy in the movie- author took creative liberties and she’s a gal now

Reader wears braids in hair and is referred to as female- no other descriptors !! Viking/Norse communities ‘adopted’ people from all walks of life and never had just one ‘look’

Language translations list at the end of story (It’s just Google translate rip) xx

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Rome seemed worlds away from your home the closer and closer you got to city center

The sounds, smells, and colors were dulled to your senses as you were brought before the young emperors through the palace gates

Your home in the North had seen much destruction, not from the romans, but other enemy ships and villages

And so you’d fled away with other young woman and children in hopes of peace, of freedom

You should have known it wouldn’t be so simple

You stood facing petty theft from a roman carriage with food, you plead in your broken tongue as best you could for them to spare you- the bread in your hands ripped and flung away

It was fate that Geta had allowed Caracalla to bring Dondus to the city hearings today to keep his boredom and episodes at bay- she was usually always able to calm him

The bread landed close to the emperors feet and Dondus leapt down at once, never one to turn away a snack

With tears in your eyes you watched as a pet was allowed the full loaf over you and you hung your head in defeat- your fate was in their hands

Ever the lady, Dondus ran to share a piece of bread with her master, looking at you with her wide eyes

Caracalla took the piece of bread and popped it in his mouth before speaking

“Where is she from? She’s not Roman, nor Greek?”

A guard bowed and spoke “She hails from the North, the savage lands”

His eyes glittered darkly realizing she was so far from home, from family or friends- only you, all alone, and what was a poor girl to do? Caracalla could use some fun, he’d tired from the same concubines and you looked so different from any Roman citizens

Your hair in serval braids marking victories over your enemies while on the road, dark eye makeup and clothing to blend into the grey, cold Earth- you stuck out like a sore thumb in the richly colored city

He declared no harm to fall you and ensured you’d be treated as his guest, Geta rolled his eyes but had no objection to his brothers latest conquest

Caracalla had you and your few belongings moved to a room in his wing of the palace- gifting you every finery the next morning, including a glorious rose water bath and large breakfast right to your bedside.

After you were dressed in the softest rose shades, complimenting your figure draped in glittering finery

You saw little of him throughout the first weeks dedicating time to learn the roman culture and language.

When the servants found you presentable he had you accompany him throughout the day.

Between meetings and social gatherings you felt as much of a pet as lady Dondus, who affectionately rode on your shoulder most evenings.

It was one evening she joined you in your room, both resting on a table as you scribbled away in a journal.

You’d written so many stories from your first day and escaping death to the witness of gladiator tournaments and the place gardens.

It felt as though you’d entered your own Valhalla and praised your Gods for a safe journey. The solstice was approaching and though the Romans had their own celebrations and Gods you’d not forgotten yourself or family.

It was a quiet, early morning, not even the servants had rose out of bed

Caracalla, unable to sleep his mind plagued- and venturing out of bed, found you weeping in the gardens. The pines set out for Saturnalia so similar and different to yours back home

He sat softly next to you bringing you close in a warm embrace, wrapping an outer layer of his toga over you keeping you warm on the stone bench

“Why do you weep, Dulcissima?”

Your journal beside you, you’d opened the page with your writing about the winter solstice- ‘Yule- the Winter Solstice” is what you called it

Visions of spiced cakes, roasted meats, ale and mead, every recipe you could remember, drawings of Yule decorations and traditions, gift giving and the stationary scent of dried oranges hit Caracalla full force

Not only inviting him into your small world but realizing you were terribly homesick, the festivities of Saturnalia looking so similar were no help to your sorrow

He was determined to do everything in his power to impress you with a Yule festival fit for a Goddess

It was a week of strait planning and preparation, forgoing his formal duties in favor of planning the perfect feast.

He’d demanded the largest pines found in the city displayed in the grand hall of the palace

Droves of servants rapidly created ornaments, bits, and bobbles made of metal by the hundreds, placing each one on the tree with care despite the task at hand

Meticulous effort went into creating each recipe to perfection, in Caracalla’s eyes nothing was good enough, he’d tasted every dish and hoped it was close enough to your meals back home

You arose the day of the festival, maids preparing the bath in Caracalla’s room and leading you in, scrubbed down with rich oils of vanilla, cinnamon, clove and cherry

You were dried and dressed in a deep green and gold stola with a soft white fur collared cape

Your hair was styled in sweeping, grand braids with gold pieces and a pine wreath replaced the traditional laurel

You felt like a Goddess dressed so nicely for what felt like the most magical day

You’d spent your time the past week crafting a gift for Caracalla, a beautiful new blade, bronzed handle engraved with the sacred runic words Viska, Sigur, and Ast, the last word you’d treasured the most

You found yourself growing fonder and fonder of Caracalla’s company and the time he made for you each day grew longer and longer

He’d said he found it impossible to stay away from you- plucking the nearest flower down to place behind your ear the first month of your stay

That memory felt so familiar now as Caracalla met you on the steps “You look divine, Carissima - You’ll outshine all here!”

You could say the same for him, looking nothing less than regal in a long emerald toga and donned a golden laurel

You blushed as you took his arm guiding you to the grand hall with a confident stride, the tree aglow with candle light and strung with red berries

You delighted all night sharing a large feast, music, you friends company and relished the grandeur Calla had spent so much effort to display for you

He made you feel welcome, invited and included- he warmed you from the inside out

As the festivities died down he pulled you aside to the gardens, they were decorated with silver and gold garland illuminated by the moonlight

You walked hand in hand stopping at a stone bench with a cover when a light snow began to fall

“It seems you’ve brought Aquilo’s spirt to Rome this season- it was a wonder I found you” he sighed caressing your face

You grabbed his hand lifting your gaze to his “It seems that Rome is becoming more like home the longer I stay”

“I have one more surprise for you, Dulcissima!” He whispered excitedly, leaning closer to you “Dondus?”

You gazed up a she dropped down to a lower branch and dropped a bundle of leaves into his hand before scurrying off for more treats from the grand hall

“Have you ever heard the story of visci, Cor Meum?” He said, taking you hand once more

You shook your head never hearing this story but recognizing the plant and the tradition it carried back home you hoped his story would lead you down the same path

You giggled with a blush as he pulled you in by the waist holding the bundle over your head “Let me show you, Carissima” his lips moulding perfectly to yours in an unbreakable kiss

It seemed to last a lifetime in only a few moments and he knew he could have no other in his life

“Mea Omnia please be mine? I’ll give you anything you could desire- you’ll want for nothing except to spend you days committed to your passions- I’ll treasure you always. With you by my side I will be unstoppable in every way- Make me feel alive- whole. Become my Empress?” He held a crafted ring with delicately placed emeralds surrounding a lavish diamond in the center, inside was carved the symbols of Mars and Venus- a true work of art.

A soft gasp left you, eyes welling with tears at his truest, most vulnerable confession

“Of course my Calla! How could I turn away your love, your bewitching displays of affection? You see me as I am and who I am becoming, as I see you” you pulled out your gift to him, the dagger embellished with your language, a sacred blessing for you lover

“It’s blesses the wielder with wisdom, victory, and love, things you now have much success in” you said, a giddy lilt in your voice. He swung you around laughing softly holding you close and slipping your ring on your hand

“I shall wield it every day if I must, vanquish anyone who would try and take you away from me!” He taunted and slipped the dagger into an inner pocket

Now strolling arm in arm again he pulled you in for another kiss, the snow softly coating you both in the silent, perfect night

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Anyways!! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed xx

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Language Translations:

Title - Molliter Nix Cadit - Softly the Snow Falls

Dulcissima - Sweetest

Carissma - Dearest

Viska, Sigur, and Ast - Wisdom, Victory, Love

Aquilo - Roman God of winter and the North wind

Visci - Mistletoe

Cor Meum - My Heart

Mea Omnia - My Everything

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I love your Pokémon x ROR work. Can I ask for something similar but instead of fighting during ragnarok, the Gods and humans meet some of the Pokémon outside of battle? Like intimidating ones like Charizard to cuter ones like Pikachu who’s still pretty strong. They’re confused on how to handle these creatures they’ve never seen before then out comes teen!reader who happens to be their trainer who easily takes over the situation. It be funnier with the gods reacting to a human child being able to tame and bond with the scarier Pokémon aswell

-You hadn’t meant to cause harm or panic in Valhalla, you had found a large park, one that was perfect for a picnic and relaxing, as you wanted to take a break with your team, who came to Valhalla with you after you passed in a rockslide accident.

-The park was perfect, there was a huge lake for your Gyarados to swim around in, and lots of room for your other Pokemon to run around, climb trees, or rest under trees in the shade, and just enjoy their second chance in this new life.

-You hadn’t realized that Pokemon weren’t something common in Valhalla, only god like ones, legendries, so when your Pokemon all ran off to go and have fun, they caused a lot of panic.

-Your Sylveon, Pikachu, and Mimikyu remand together, running off into a busy district where they were quickly surrounded by gods and humans, curious as to who they were.

-Qin Shi Huang kneeled down, looking curious as he held one hand to his chin, “Hmm I’ve never seen creatures like this before.” He held out his hand and Sylveon called out happily, saying her name as her ribbons stretched out, grabbing onto his hand, as if shaking it.

-Ares was kneeling next to Pikachu, doing the same and Pikachu scurried up his arm, sitting on his shoulder, calling out happily while made so many grin on how cute it was.

-Jack was looking at Mimikyu, who had an uneasy feeling about him, like he was something dangerous as Jack tried to read him, “Hmm how curious- it looks much like that one, but it’s different.”

-He touched Mimikyu’s head, to find it only to be a disguise, flopping over, breaking it. Instantly Mimikyu was crying, dark shadows coming from underneath it’s disguise, crying out loudly.

-Jack did his best to apologize, but seeing the dark shadows quickly had many running, Pikachu had nearly been knocked off Ares’ shoulders, but he caught him before, “Pik-a CHU!!!!” and lightning surrounded him and the war god, making Ares’ skeleton visible as he was electrocuted.

-Sylveon was chill in Hades’ arms now, while still holding onto QSH, looking completely unbothered as she called out, telling the other two to calm down.

-Many were prepared to fight these strange creatures, thinking they were a threat as Ares was twitching on the ground, charred before they heard, “Hey you guys! You were supposed to stay in the park!”

-The three instantly called out, seeing you running over and jaws dropped, seeing a child as the three Pokemon ran over to you, calling out happily, Mimikyu scurrying up your arm and held you around your neck, hugging you.

-Hades was polite, inquiring about your creatures and you told them that they were Pokemon, your partners, and after explaining what Pokemon were, many calmed down, as they had seen them before, just not ones like this.

-You apologized to Ares who told you he was fine, just shocked, literally, that Pikachu was so strong! You went to speak before you heard another of your Pokemon call out and you turned, seeing Snorlax gorging himself at an outdoor restaurant, “Snorlax!!”

-They all followed you over to the massive Pokemon who called out happily, seeing you while you apologized to the restaurant staff who were fine, as Snorlax didn’t break anything, he was just eating his fill on the endless food that was available.

-Hercules was impressed, “This is one of yours too?” you beamed, putting a hand on Snorlax’ belly, “Yup- this is my cuddly fat boy- isn’t that right?” Snorlax, hearing your pet name, pulled you into his arms, hugging you close which made you laugh.

-You recalled him into his Pokeball, followed by the others before you heard Gyarados calling out loudly, as if he was ready to fight as the sky darkened, “Oh no!”

-You all turned, seeing the lake in the park, seeing Gyarados stretching out of it, glaring down at Lu Bu, who was holding halberd, looking feral himself, ready for a fight as everyone scrambled after you as you shouted out Gyarados’ name.

-Seeing this massive Pokemon instantly calming down, hearing your voice, turning from this human that seemed so adamant to fight him, lowering his head as you leapt, hugging at his face.

-Jack was in awe, seeing this massive creature being so gentle with you while Lu Bu was pouting that you took away his opportunity to fight something strong.

-You recalled Gyarados back in as you apologized to everyone for causing so much trouble before Hercules pointed back at where a picnic was set up, your picnic, “What about that one?”

-You turned, seeing Charizard snoozing on the blanket, fast asleep and you beamed, “That’s my Charizard! He likes to sleep a lot but he’s just as strong as any of my Pokemon!”

-Charizard, hearing his name, woke up, sitting up and yawned loudly before walking over, hugging you from behind as you told your tale about how you died, taking your Pokemon with you, and now you were all here in Valhalla.

-Charizard rested his head on top of your own, still looking a bit sleepy, but Jack, Hercules, Lu Bu, and Ares were all easily able to tell that he was insanely strong, despite looking so unassuming.

-You were happy to have them all join your picnic, calling all your partners back out, telling them to behave this time, as you talked about your world, about all the different types of Pokemon you had seen, which they enjoyed.

-You were only a child, but you were a warrior, just a different type of warrior then what they were used to, but that didn’t make you any less of one and they wanted to know more about you, and what drove you to become a trainer.

[iambilliejeanok]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! “sleeping with” WITH BUDDHA IM BEGGING YOU I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH HIM AND DO THE NASTY AND CUDDLE MORE 😫😫😫😫😫

Warnings: 18+, overstimulation, dacryphillia, smut, nsfw and saw headcanons, (The Buddha mentioned is a character from the anime Record of Ragnarok and doesn’t depict the true nature of the real god Buddha. It’s fiction), fluff.

SFW

Maybe its because of his overwhelming love for humans and the fact that he was one too, Buddha needs all the cuddles all time. He loves love and genuinely enjoys the feeling of something in his arms, whether it be a human, an animal, or maybe even a stuffed animal. Yes, Buddha has a stuffy collection for his alone times indeed. That being said, if whatever he’s cuddling could wrap themselves around him and cuddle him back? He melts right then and there. It might even be better than eating candy under the pleasant shade of a tree in the Valhalla.

Buddha will most certainly not see sleep without being able to rest in your arms. He’s as clingy as a koala with how often he needs to feel you around him and most likely cuddles you all day. There’s never been a day hot enough to dampen his desire to be on you. “No baby, don’t you think its too hot?”, you try to reason, hoping he would be understanding enough to let this go just one time. “Why worry, the AC is running so you’ll need me anyway you dig?”, he says, gently taking your hand in his and pulling you into his chest, “Come now, let me pick you up angel”. And picking you up is something he does often, you see being a god, nothing is impossible and lifting you up to carry you from any position isn’t any problem at all. You don’t even need to jump. Sometimes, he will gently scoop you up with a single arm, desperately needing for you to constantly hug and kiss his face while you sit on his arm and lean against him, snuggling him while he prepares some snack bowels for the two of you.

He’s a big fan of sharing his candy with you, opening every single wrapper and feeding you whichever piece you desire. His hand is almost as big as your face, leaving you with no choice but to submit to his soft lips melting against yours with his hand firmly holding your face in place as his tongue slips into your mouth. You’re always eager to have some of whatever candy he’s eating, and he always going to share it with you, especially during a kiss like this.

Randomly squeezes you throughout the night when he changes positions. Buddha doesn’t actually need to sleep, but he loves the idea of falling asleep with you, so he makes himself sleepy whenever he sees you’re sleepy too. And in public the PDA doesn’t change much. He’s god so what’s anyone gonna do? Sits you on his lap everywhere the two of you go, unless you demand to sit on another surface, he will let you have your way with a cute pout on his face, that obviously goes away with a few soft kisses against his lips, but only he will decide how many kisses will do the trick. You just keep kissing him.

He’s so wholesome, how can you resist all that love.

NSFW

Buddha also doesn’t experience any sexual desire, but he knows a mere human like you battles with that, sensing even the slightest arousal you experience, which to his amusement, is always within his vicinity. You’re actually always horny, since he’s always in your personal space, so smooth without even realizing it. However, he does understand that what he does to that empty little noggin of yours, always filled with thoughts of him defiling you in ways even he finds entertaining. Eventually, he does approach the topic, hearing your thoughts from all the way in the kitchen while you thought about him in the shower, grabbing your breasts and tweaking your nipples as you freely moaned, confident that the running water in the shower drowned out your sweet sounds. “Woah,babe, you really want me to do that to you?” , he loudly chuckles, caging you against wall of the shower. Maybe you did have a heart attack at the sudden presence of your lover butt naked in the shower next to you, a heart attack he quickly reversed. He’s so close you could feel his skin pressing against yours, your pussy so hot and wet and Buddha knows its not from the water, swallowing the spit building in his mouth at the thought of your arousal on his tongue. “Bud-Buddha, wai—“, you whimper, knowing how overwhelming he can be at times.

Excited to fulfill another one of your requests, he’s already on his knees in between your legs, your thighs resting on his broad shoulders while your back is leaning against the smooth stone wall for support. “Buddha please!”, you whimper, overwhelmed with the anticipation of what he’s about to do to you. You’ve never gone a session without crying from the intense amount of pleasure he gives you and boy does he love comforting you through it all. It’s just so addictive how needy and dependent you are under his touches. He has so much fun playing with your body, his tongue plunging into your aching vagina, smiling at the sharp gasp you made, not expecting him to go that route so soon. Both his large hands on your hips, you know there’s never any point in fighting him as he starts sucking your swollen clit, flattening his tongue to lick your entire vulva before repeating his actions, your hand caressing your breasts while you bite your lower lip, submitting yourself to whatever happens.

He might be a little obsessed with you because he fucks you purely for your enjoyment, not that he’s not enjoying himself too, its just that he knows you need him like this and he revels in spoiling his sweet little angel rotten. Slowly plunging his thick, long member deep inside of you, his focus is only on your face, admiring the cute faces you make struggling to handle such a stretch, your hands gripping his biceps for dear life as he goes impossibly deeper, randomly pressing kisses on your lips while your mouth is open to accommodate your breathing, more kisses decorating your face as he thrusts his hips slowly. He’s just completely mesmerized with how stunning you are, his patience never running thin to make sure you’re thoroughly overwhelmed, slipping out of your pussy only to try and shove himself into your asshole. “Uh uh uh, its okay pretty, you’ve got this”, he says, trying to encourage you to take him, knowing damn well he’s making a complete mess of you. You’re literally whimpering, choking on a scream with every thrust into your tight asshole, his godly cock massaging every inch of your walls, his thumb reaching down to start massaging your clit, a small smirk on Buddhas face when he feels your making a mess, the shivering of your thighs growing more violent as he keeps the same pace, his thumb still massaging your clit, “Buddha!!! no no I can’t”, you say out of breath, only hoping he understands you, but you know he’s not ending this here. “Shh shh angel, you can take it, gimmy kissy, c’mere”, he softly says, he’s warm breath on your face, finally pulling his dick out of your rectum to realign it with your squirting vagina. Crying out loudly, you could feel him rub himself along your clit, knowing what this meant. You begin kicking your legs, attempting to crawl away from him before he simply holds you down your thighs, pulling you closer to him again, pushing himself into you again, moving slowly since he was too big move too fast. “Fuck!”, he growls above your cries. “Fuck! No sweetheart its okay, keep coming for me, you’re such a sweet little angel you know”, he coos at you, his only goal to fulfill your fantasy…a fantasy you obviously can’t handle.

[bones4thecats]

hi can I request for Hades, Thor, Poseidon

y/n is mortal and the most calm, polite and gentle mortal they ever meet not even once they hear her raise her voice

even talking with them who hate human still in those demeanor

even trash talk about human still the same. yes the y/n don't have much love to her kind but she still mortal and they will trash talk about human and her

but secretly he like that attitude of y/n and with how y/n not afraid of them

as they trash talked about her. it is first time they hear her raise her voice, yet it still soft and gentle way. as y/n have been holding her anger and smile calmly to them. that is the first time she exploded

it was on that time they 100% to themselves who have been denied whole time that they are in love with y/n and proposed y/n prompt

this cause y/n blushed. y/n face have enter a new shade of red that human not supposed to have and agreed to marry them p/s: i'm looking at you Posseidon

A/N: I have four more requests to get through, and then I’m writing an old poll result and eventually making another poll. Now, enjoy!!

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💀 Your trash-talking of humans was what got Hades interested in you

💀 They were your kind, yet you dislike them with such passion, kinda like him and the Gods

💀 Hades would smile gently as you would speak to Poseidon about how annoying humans were, he was a family man, he needs his brothers to connect with you just as much as he did

💀 And when he heard from Poseidon that you were a good option for him, it made him set his plan into action

💀 He had made you a traditional Greek dinner and went on a walk on the surface of Valhalla with you, before stopping in the middle of a field, the same field you both met

💀 You looked at the stars and a small bird that flew overhead, and didn’t realize that the God of the Underworld was down on his knee until you turned around

“ My skull, will you do me the honor and rule beside me as my partner until death? “

💀 Hades smiled as tears began running down your face, knowing he was doing the same

💀 Twirling you in the air as you cried into his shoulder, hiding your very red face

💀 He couldn’t wait for the day you both pledged yourselves to one another, he though as he slipped the silver wedding band with an amethyst jewel on your ring finger

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🌩️ The way you stood up for yourself got Thor interested in you

🌩️ He was used to watching humans just skimper away and hide themselves behind others or in the shadows when in the presence of Gods, especially him due to his reputation

🌩️ Thor would listen as you trash-talked humanity, calling them puny and wastes of space when something horrid they did was mentioned

🌩️ Despite many protests from Forseti because of your Humanity, Odin and Loki both approved of you, saying you were the perfect match for their family member

🌩️ He had been planning this for months, and when he had watched you smile and pat a young elf child as they gave you a flower, he knew that was the nail in the coffin

🌩️ He was to propose that night

🌩️ Thor took a small walk with you after a family dinner with Odin and Loki, to which the duo gave him the ring and small pep-talk he needed

🌩️ He had stopped when a river blocked your path, and because of this, you were standing underneath a tree, but not just any tree, a crape myrtle, which symbolized love

🌩️ You held one of the flowers as it fell, which prompted Thor to get down and hold out the ring to you, and when you saw him, you erupted into a blush redder than his hair

“ Y/N, I’m not the best with words and you know that. But, no words can describe how in love I am with you, and because of that, will you do me the honor and become my official partner until death parts us? “

🌩️ You cried and hugged him so close as he held his own sobs back

🌩️ Once he laid the golden band with a diamond in it on your finger, the kiss that pledged you both to one another was initiated

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🔱 You were at a meeting of the Gods with your oldest friend Aphrodite and when they mentioned you being there was a distraction, you just snapped back, saying humanity was something you had the right to speak of

🔱 And hearing you not defend, but complain about made Poseidon glance at you in surprise

🔱 He had never in his millions upon millions years of life heard any human talk down on their kind as a whole

🔱 Aphrodite chuckled as Poseidon took more interest in you, and she teased him constantly about wanting to marry you and start a new family of human-haters

🔱 But what she didn’t expect was for you two to commit to each other quite fast

🔱 Poseidon and you had been tiptoeing around the topic of marriage, prefering to be where you are at the moment, but when he heard Hades bring up how cute you both would be together and starting a family, he had got a ring and set out to propose to you

🔱 You were just sitting by the coast, the same one where you both would just complain about humans and how puny they were compared to the Gods, and he had you stand up before splitting a small area in the ocean for you to follow him through

🔱 He took you to the middle of a coral reef and held out the ring, it was golden with two aquamarine gems and a gem that appeared to be your favorite one

“ You’re unlike any mortal I have met in my life, Y/N. And because of your uniqueness you have caught my interest since the day you first mentioned your hatred for Humanity. Now, will you do me the honor of becoming my partner in ruling the oceans? “

🔱 Your cheeks erupted in a dark shade of red, and he smirked as you nodded and hugged him, allowing him to hold you in the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist before dipping down for the most romantic kiss you two ever shared

[autumnsprophecy]

Imagine that there is a realtor for the afterlife, showing souls their options for residence.

"Valhalla is known for grand halls. Note, this afterlife is *highly* exclusive and reserved only for those who died in combat. This afterlife is always exciting and suited to valiant souls."

"Reincarnation is a classic option for those who would like to continue their cycle of consciousness. Anyone and everyone can reincarnate!! The process is quite comforting. Multitudinous belief systems have reincarnation as their signature beyond, though there are separate departments."

"Heaven, while is quite popular, is also selective. Picking this option does not guarantee a spot. Be careful to avoid the reaching hands of the damned souls in hell, they like to claw at the outer gates. Jesus Christ is particularly fond of that tree, and he likes to sit in the dappled shade with his dog- of course the Almighty has a dog, he has multiple-"

"This is Rainbow Bridge, a personal favorite. Go ahead and meet up with your companions, you are expected to bring them before you select a Beyond. You will find that your souls can communicate perfectly well here."

"This is Atheist's Nothing. Where Atheists do nothing. I would advise against picking this one unless you are certain as it is quite final. Permanent, at least unless a loved one in another Beyond requests their presence."

"These are referred to by anime slash video game fans as the 'Isekai' Networks. They are a special division of the Reincarnation redistribution system."

[b0nten]

HEY, MONA LISA, COME HOME

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ you know you can’t roam without caesar. hanma reacting to you drawing him.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is so cute. not a kanye fan but i couldn’t help quoting flashing lights. hope this is to your liking anon <3

“whaddup, baby?” hanma waltzes into the living room, casually, as always. he greets you with a smile, but it dissipates once you don’t answer. he stands there eyeing you, and he can’t help but wonder what it is that you’re so concentrated on.

your eyes scan the weasel, and you let a big sigh out. your hands find their way to your temples and start massaging small circles. you close your eyes and sigh again. when the ritual is complete, you get up to go into the kitchen, but when your view expands, you’re scared of how and when hanma got into your apartment in the first place.

“what the fuck!” you scream and take a step back, almost falling, “shuji! when did you get here?!” you question and he just bursts out laughing.

“i’ve been here for… like ten minutes?” he says sarcastically, mimicking looking at a watch, but it’s just his bare wrist.

“oh.. i’m so sorry i didn’t see you..” you apologize and get closer to him, falling into his embrace.

“what’s bothering you, shortcake?” he asks, eyes softening on you figure.

“oh, nothing, that damn weasel just isn’t holding the paint correctly. thought i should spare some money, got this piece of crap instead of my regular ones. now i gotta suffer.” you half-laugh, and so does he.

“well, i’m assuming you’d like to have a break, right?” he says, lifting the white nylon bag he’s been holding all this time in his hand. “guess what i got.”

“ice cream is just what i needed, thank you, shuji.” you kiss him to on the cheek and snatch away the bag, running into the kitchen.

“hey! leave some for me!” he shouts from behind, following you.

you eat your ice cream and chat a bit. it’s refreshing, and when you finally sit back down to confront the painting, you actually feel optimistic. picking up a brush and an enormous tube of white paint, you bring the canvas back to square one. ready to start anew.

“i’m just gonna sit here and read… this, that okay with you?” hanma asks and randomly picks up a book.

“are you sure you want to read ulysses? that shit’s tough.” you smile while asking. he flips the book around in his hand and shrugs.

“i’ll manage, i’m a big boy.”

you nod and continue brainstorming for ideas. you scan the room, close your eyes, sing a song in your head, but seemingly nothing seems to spark up any ideas. your glance drifts off to hanma, peacefully reading the book you had warned him about.

then, something in your head lights up and you grab the paints and start it.

half an hour, an hour, two, it had been just three when the valhalla leader decided he had enough of that bullshit. the words were too many and reading all pf that book was tiresome. he got up and started stretching. once he turned to you, he couldn’t not notice how deeply invested you were in that painting.

slowly creeping behind you as not to bother or disturb your work, he wondered what it could be that your were painting so passionately. once he saw it, his heart dropped, albeit in a good way.

there he was, sitting on your emerald sofa, manspreading, with the book in his hand. everything was down to a t, the kitchen behind you, the lights, even the colors of his clothes, not to mention his hair or facial expressions. you were working on what he thought was shading when he finally spoke up.

“you’d like to design a tattoo for me?”

you jump up, paintbrush flying into his face.

“shuji, babe, i’m so sorry!” you quickly snatch a wet wipe and clean his face, while continuing to apologize.

after maybe the tenth apology he takes your hand in his, chastely kissing it.

“i’m sorry for scaring you, baby.” he says, “but the offer’s serious. you’re crazy good, i look even hotter made out of oil paint.”

[thequeenofthestorm]

Pixel Art MegaDump

aka wtf I’ve been doing

Oh right, art. I was going to post that here again. Uhhhhh here’s an art dump of a bunch of art from the last few months!

First, we have a new Terraria rendition of my armor!

It even comes with an (actually decently) animated plume!

I also got onto another mod team for Ragnarok! I made some helmets for Calamity’s god slayer and silva armors: godslayer getting bard wnd silva getting healer. The mod is meant to be a mod to bring calamity and thorium progression together!

I don’t know how well they’ll show up because I’m making this on mobile. If they suck I’ll reblog with better quality

I also redid my Hallowed armor in the paladin’s pack! I’m no fan of Calamity’s artstyle, but their new auric tesla armor has definitely helped me with shading plate armor!

Next is something not from Terraria: my aasimar redemption paladin Adena! Outfitted in ornate plate armor, she’s willing to lay down her life if it means saving the life of another (this is totally not due to the dm traumatizing her with campaign events)

Her armor is also in my Terraria texture pack as alternate hallowed armor, which replaces ancient hallowed armor

Squire and Valhalla Knight got replaced with the Countess and Dragon Commander from Dungeon Defenders 2!

Finally, here’s some extra sprites from a bit longer ago that idk if I posted here or not!

[thatdeathwitchh]

The Beauty of Death

Death, an unfortunate kiss of fate, a topic many people fear. Though a morbid subject, it's a part of life everyone must face.

As a witch, I never really thought I would be one to work with the dead and all things relevant to death..but it always resonated with me. I find such a strange comfort from the topic knowing that once we die, our bodies will return back to Mother Earth's arms and fertilize the soil, while our souls go on.

I've had many people ask me how I handle death, or how I'm not afraid of it. I mean, it's such an unknown concept, right? I think some people think I'm heartless when I say this topic interests me, or how I react with death. Alot of people may assume that death doesn't bother me, which is far from the truth. Of course when I experience a loss, it hurts, were all human and when we lose someone we love, it will hurt. but I find comfort in that hurt, in their passing. Its odd, yes, I'll admit.

I know that once we pass, out bodies will rot and decay, our bodies become cold and we will wither away into the soil of the earth beneath us, eventually giving life to the plants around us, but we live on. We live on physically through the Earth, the plants and the trees that our bodies helped fertilize and through the memories of others. And our souls, no matter what one may belive, our souls will move on. Whether it be led by Thanatos into the arms of King Haidês in his luscious relm of riches and shades, or into the arms of Oðinn before sending us off to Hel or Valhalla, we live on.

That is what gives me comfort. What helps me greive and why I'm unafraid of such a morbid concept; it's knowing that the dead are in good hands and warm arms. They're at peace.

Though this being my first blog may not come out well, and people may not understand, welcome death with open arms for when our time comes we will be in good hands.

[power-chords]

I haven’t started Valhalla yet, but Ragnarok was SOOOO great. I’m a Dickens fan so you know I’m a sucker for a good bildungsroman, and it was refreshing to play a AAA game where the (realistically rendered! Complicated! Authentically loving!) relationship between a father and his teenage son forms the emotional core. Through that handful of brief cracks in the stoic exterior you glimpse Kratos’s profound, depthless love for his kid — NGL that scene in the tent during the final act got me a little choked up! — and for me it was even more rewarding that the writers devoted as much time and thought to the reciprocation of that love by the child, as he struggles to come to terms with his father’s inevitable mortality.

To appropriate a Bellow-ism, the entire game revolves around what he termed “family feeling,” the devotion to one’s kin either by blood or by election, and how the ferocity of that love effects both blindness and clarity in the domain of moral action. Kratos and Atreus are the central pair, but you’ve also got various sibling dynamics (Freya/Freyr, Brok/Sindri) and marital dramas (Kratos/Faye, Thor/Sif, Freya/Odin). Angrboda reckoning with the decline of her elderly aunt was a beautiful and unexpected touch, and Freya’s grief over the loss of her son Baldur (however rotten he was!) feels appropriate in its rawness and lack of resolution. Even the dysfunction of Thor’s family is handled with compassion and sensitivity. And while it would have been a forgivable omission, I cheered at the end of the game when Atreus calls explicit attention to Mimir’s role as a secondary father figure. It’s not quite Witcher 3 levels of “holy fuck, every NPC in every side quest feels like they have a dedicated folder in the backstory file cabinet Michael Mann style,” but they knocked it out of the park with the ensemble cast.

No shade on Veilguard, which I thoroughly enjoyed playing, but the current staff of Bioware writers does not hold a fucking candle to the team at Santa Monica Studio. Dialogue is a challenge in any medium, but in video games it rarely ranks as a principal consideration, except as a clumsy vehicle for exposition/instruction. GoW has spoiled me for taste, wit, and realism. (One of my favorite exchanges takes place in Muspelheim with Surtr and Atreus: “Have you ever been in love? It’s pretty good.”) Mechanical function never takes a back seat to characterization, and I spent hours just running around the Nine Realms doing ancillary favors to get the full suite of banter from Kratos, Atreus, and Mimir.

Anyway, more later — just wanted to get some thoughts down before I forget them!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Umm???? HIIIII! Been a while, my school is making Me do an essay on 2 books over the summer for English Honors >:(, but anyways may I have a Record of Ragnarok x One Piece Law!Reader. Like the Reader and their crew, Bepo, all just chilling with some gods and humans and maybe someone trips or goofs off and Reader comments on how that reminds them of Corazon.

Like fluff and angst

So cute! ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful time writing and reading all the requests! No pressure! :)

-You were relaxing, leaning against Bepo, your polar bear, as other members of your crew were relaxing around you as well.

-After coming to Valhalla where you didn’t need to fight for power or survival, you all got to explore and live in happiness now, and to you, happy to lounge in the shade while Bepo was snorting quietly behind you.

-You were waiting under the large tree for others to arrive, warriors that you’ve come to know and befriend, finding them respectful people, even if some of them were a bit annoying at times.

-You heard a voice call out, “Yo- Y/N!!” you looked up, tilting your hat up a bit and you smiled, seeing Kojiro, Okita, and Susanoo walking up, holding bags of food.

-You lifted your hand in greeting before motioning to the side of you and your crew, where a large cooler of booze was waiting and they cheered, making you smile softly.

-They all knew you were a powerful warrior, from your skills with a sword to your Devil Fruit ability you came to Valhalla with, but you were so laid back, as you preferred to avoid confrontation when you were able to, but they respected that- not forcing you to spar with them.

-Kojiro handed his bag to you and as he turned so he could sit down he slipped, landing on his face before front flipping, landing hard on his back. He just laughed, showing you all that he wasn’t injured as Susanoo chuckled in amusement.

-You cracked a grin, “You remind me of Cora-san.” They looked at you and your crew looked at you as you suddenly went quiet, realizing what you had said, remembering your father figure who did so much for you.

-Your crew went silent as Bepo sat up behind you, pulling you into his arms, hugging you from behind as the three other swordsmen paused, seeing the sudden change in your mood.

-Okita was curious by your reaction, “Who is Cora-san?” you were silent for a moment, your eyes closing and memories, both good and bad went through your mind before you exhaled quietly, “He was… he became my father figure when I was a child, after my parents and sister died. He’s the one who helped cure me and who saved me by giving his life for me.”

-Everyone was silent, looking at you in shock, hearing about this mentor of yours as Bepo cuddled you, trying to comfort you as you let out a small snort of laughter, “He rarely would walk three feet without tripping, and he was constantly setting himself on fire- he was such a klutz- I remember thinking I was the one taking care of him, and not the other way around.”

-Susanoo gave you a small comforting smile, passing you a glass of sake, “He sounds like a good person Y/N, wanna give him a toast?”

-His thoughtfulness made you smile as you gave him a nod, lifting your glass and everyone else cheered, following suit as you all knocked back the first of many…. many shots.

-It was a bit bitter tasting, but you inhaled softly, looking up with a small smile- you’re glad you had people like this in your life that helped fill the hole that Corazon left.

[artschoolglasses]

Shades of blue

Assassin's Creed Valhalla

[bones4thecats]

How about a scenario about the reader who is surprised by Apollo and Hades with their hair dyed a color and dress that matches their style and then tries to imitate them?

A/N: This is totally something I can see these two doing to cheer up their S/O! They may seem serious/arrogant, but they’re dorks on the inside, we all know it! Enjoy, Anon~~

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☀️ He was a little goofball once you got to know him, so this wasn’t too odd

☀️ Seeing him with the hair dyed kinda shocked you, you knew he loved his hair and his outfit

☀️ But watching him strut around with a depressed look made you laugh

“ One day, I’m gonna make the onions cry. “

☀️ The night before you had tried to cook a recipe that involved onions, and you cut them, causing you to start crying from the chemicals

☀️ You looked at him and laughed, telling him how awe-inspiring this performance was

☀️ Apollo smiled and started laughing after a while, as you joined in, dressing in one of his spare outfits and chanting the words;

“ Forget the butterflies, I feel the whole zoo when I’m with you~ “

☀️ Cue the nymphs and servants to start chuckling as they heard their two favorite Greek Gods laughing up a storm

☀️ Match made in Valhalla

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💀 This was very unexpected

💀 You had just come home from a visit with Aphrodite when your husband came out with his previous silver hair dyed your shade and you started to laugh when he struts around and chanted;

“ I intend to live forever, or die trying. “

💀 Which was something that you chanted while handling Cerberus when he was having one of his tantrums a few days before

💀 Your husband looked at you and started to chuckle as your smile lit up his mind

💀 Cerberus looked through the window and his tail wagged as you pet his head while in Hades’ coat while saying;

“ Scratch a dog’s head and you’ll find yourself a permanent job. “

💀 He started to chuckle as he hugged you from behind

💀 While Hades may be busy, he always makes it up to you in hugs and laughs, your his S/O, his fellow ruler of Helheim, and he was gonna make sure your life was very good here