#animal print what else could it be 😂

[nicoscheer]

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King wearing a ‘women’s’ shirt 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽💪🏽

[readingismyhobby24]

Hi! I hope you don’t mind random question cause when the brain is tired I go to super specific or super vague silly questions, and without further ado!

If you could have any doorknob/drawer handle/whatever else goes in this category, what would they look like, how would they work, why that one specifically?

And/or

Favourite pun/wordplay thingy? (Or some you enjoy if you don’t have a favourite)

and/or

BAM DUCKS

(that’s a regular sized rubber duckie too, the green one is just huge)

What would you name them?

If you don’t have an answer for any of them that’s fine :)

Also how are you doing?

(I hope this was the right flavor of “spam” the ask box and the right amount of it! Either way, bye bye! *scurries quack into the abyss*)

I don't mind at all! Thanks for dropping in! 🫶

For question #1: that is honestly a question I really wasn't expecting 😂 But I'd say I'd want little animal paw print shaped door knobs/handles.

Question #2: I always find it funny whenever LoZ/LU fans give a link to something and they are always like "here's a Link, hehehe. Get it?"

Question #3: The little duck is Cucco and the big one is Chicken.

Thank you so much for the questions! I really enjoyed answering them! Sorry it took so long to get to it, though! I hope you're doing well!

[kathrynalicemc]

A/N: Sorry this is kinda late today! I was busy and totally forgot it was Valhalla Thursday 😂 IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!!! Here comes a big lore drop!

Characters: Dafne Arcano, Dayamanti Arcano, Dielle Arcano, Merla Varangr, Mjöll Ymir, and Rikke Ymir

Warnings: None

Song: The Lonely Mountain

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Chapter 5: The Gifted Three

“Hey, wake up,” Dafne whispered as she shook her sleeping companions. “C’mon. We are going to enter that mountain, no matter what. I don’t care what Rikke says.”

“Just give it up, Daf,” Dayamanti groaned and rolled over, pulling the furs back up.

“Fine. You can go home if you want. I didn’t want your help anyway. But I’m going,” she hissed quietly and then started to pack up her things as quietly as she could.

Dayamanti was quiet for a moment, but reluctantly got up too after seeing Dielle and Merla follow Dafne.

“Why must you two always be such a headache? Stubborn Arcano pride,” she muttered more to herself and unceremoniously started to shove her bedroll back into her bag.

A noise at the threshold to Rikke and Mjöll’s bedroom made the girls jump, thinking it was Rikke. Instead, they saw Mjöll tip toe out of the room and quietly latch the door behind her. She was already wearing full leather armor and a heavy cloak with a bag thrown over her shoulder.

“Oh good, you haven’t left yet. Please let me come with you! I haven’t seen anything but this damn cabin my entire life.”

“How’d you know we would go?” Dayamanti questioned.

“Nobody has ever shown up here. If you’ve come this far, I doubt my mother telling you ‘no’ would be enough to stop you.”

Dafne let out a soft chuckle, but then her smile faded. “Are you sure you can handle this? We could get killed.”

“Being trapped in one place your entire life has its advantages. I had to pass the time somehow, so I learned to fight. Also, I do have the Gift like you guys.”

“What is it! Can you show us?” Dielle excitedly whispered.

“I already have,” Mjöll lifted her head proudly. “I can control the wind and air. That storm you encountered was of my making. It keeps us hidden.”

“Not hidden enough, apparently,” Dayamanti scoffed.

“That’s because I let you in. Don’t tell my mom, but I was curious and wanted to meet you. I’ve never seen anyone else in my whole life.”

“That must be really lonely. I’m sorry, Mjöll,” Dielle approached and laid a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have to get moving. Rikke could wake up any second,” Dafne motioned and they rushed out into the midnight snow.

——

“It’s over here,” Mjöll waved from a ways ahead of the group, the snow around them gently glowing from the conjured orbs of light drifting in the air.

“For centuries, there has been a powerful illusion enchantment upon the mountainside to hide the door. Follow my steps and keep going.”

Mjöll continued walking straight towards the snowy cliffside. She was just about to hit it when Dafne blinked and she was gone. Dafne followed next, breathing deep as the ice and rock got closer and closer. The moment she expected to feel ice and snow meet her face, she instead felt a warm energy as she passed through it.

A laugh escaped her lips and joined the laughter of the other girls. They were now in a small cave with the biggest set of doors they had ever seen. Nearly 20 feet tall, the doors were carved out of solid stone. Upon it was a large tree, its branches and roots spreading out at the base and the top of the door. In the space between was three carvings of shields, each one displaying the family crest of the Gifted Three.

On the right was the Varangr crest that consisted of various runes around the outside with a large animal paw print right in the center. Dafne had seen this crest a few times in her life, but not very often.

The left side of the door had a crest that Dafne was very familiar with. As with the Varangr crest, it also had runes around the outside. Dafne read them again, as she did every time she saw it after learning to read Nordic runes. “The brave shall live forever in the halls of Valhalla.” In the center of their crest was a vegvisir, a symbol used for navigation which also meant guidance and protection. Her grandfather Alatar always used to tell her that Norse magic originated from runes. This was the Arcano family crest.

In the center of the door rested a crest that Dafne had never seen. She guessed that this was the crest of the Ymir family. It had, yet again, the same carved runes and decoration around the outside of the circular shield. The center of this crest contained a smaller version of the same tree that was carved upon the door it rested on.

To each side of the doors, the walls of the cave were decorated with elaborate carvings and runes. At a glance, most of the carvings depicted fierce Viking warriors and what she guessed to be the Valkyrie Guard.

Above the door were the biggest runes of all of the writing.

ᛏᚼᛁ ᚴᚱᛅᛏ ᚢᛁᛋᛅᚱᛏ ᚴᛁᛏᛁ ᚬᚠ ᚢᛅᛚᚼᛅᛚᛚᛅ

“The Great Wizard City of Valhalla,” Dafne translated instantly, a shiver going up her spine as she finally said those words out loud.

Dafne started to move, as if her feet had a mind of their own. She stood in front of the massive doors, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch the Arcano crest. The stone beneath her hand was freezing, but she didn’t mind. All she could think of was Iolanthe. She too once stood at these doors. How could she witness something like this and not tell her family about it? Even with her promise not to publish her research, she never even told her family the truth about it. A piece of their history has been missing for centuries. It was time they reclaimed it.

“So, how do you expect us to open it?” Dayamanti sighed. “If our ancestor couldn’t manage it with all her magic, I doubt you could.”

Dafne turned around with a scowl, her mouth opening to tell off her sister but closing when she saw Rikke standing in the entrance holding up a lantern.

“Step away from the door,” Rikke demanded with a hiss. “I did not give you permission to see it. I granted you shelter, but you have broken that trust. You need to leave. Now.”

“You have no right to forbid us from it. It’s our birthright too!” shouted Dayamanti.

“I have sacrificed my whole life to remain here to guard it. Just as my mother did, and her mother before her, and countless more of my ancestors going back centuries! I have the only claim!”

“I don’t want that life, mother!” Mjöll suddenly shouted back. “We are the only ones left. Even father left us. It’s not worth it! I want to see the world!”

Rikke turned to Mjöll, the anger upon her face changed to shock as a silence stretched on. Dayamanti slowly reached towards the hilt of her greatsword.

“How long is this going to go on, Rikke,” Dafne called out. “Eventually, whether it be days, months, or years, your line will end here. Mjöll will not stay.”

“Will you take my own daughter from me?!” Rikke hissed back indignantly in response, anger returning to her face.

“Whether I go or not will be my choice. But if you make them leave now, I’m going with them. You can’t keep me here!”

“Mjöll, we cannot let them unseal it and release the-“

“-the evil within,” Dayamanti mocked. “Yes, we get it.”

“Your family's sense of honor and duty has curdled into cowardice,” Dayamanti’s grip tightened on the sword's hilt. “We can do this the easy way, or you can die here doing your duty.”

Rikke’s eyes darted around, inspecting each one of them as if sizing up their skill and willingness to fight.

“Please, mother!” Mjöll pleaded. “..don’t make me fight you,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. Dirt started to kick up and swirl at Mjölls feet as her eyes flashed with gold light.

“We can do this,” Dafne breathed. “It’s time for your family to be free.”

Tension filled the uneasy silence as it stretched on. The lantern light flickered upon the walls, sending shadows of Valkyries and swords dancing across the cave. Dafne’s heartbeat hammered in her chest, but she stood her ground. Keeping her gaze locked upon Rikke, she tried to keep her expression confident and not let the fear show.

Rikke’s eyes passed over each girl. She took in the white hair of Dayamanti, Dafne, and Dielle. Her eyes just barely noticed the edge of Merla’s birthmark on her chest peeking out from her furs. Lastly, she turned to her own daughter who’s eyes glowed with the golden color of the sun. It was at that moment that she truly realized that the Gifted Three had finally converged again for the first time in centuries.

“She never would have been able to open it anyway, even if Ran told her how,” Rikke relented with a quiet whisper, the tension in her body melting away.

“Iolanthe?” Dafne probed and Rikke nodded.

“This secret has been passed down through the generations. It’s true, even I have had the temptation to open the city cross my mind more than once.”

Rikke turned to Dayamanti, “What you mistaken for cowardice is simply the inability. At one point in my youth I might have done it myself, as I’m sure countless Ymir ancestors before me would have too. If I wasn’t lacking the missing pieces, of course.”

“What are the missing pieces?” Dafne inquired.

“You are,” Rikke answered with a stare that sent shivers down Dafnes spine. The stare then shifted and landed on Merla and then Mjöll. “All of you.”

Seeing their confusion, Rikke sighed deeply before starting her story.

“Ever since that day the city was lost, the Three broke their familial bonds and scattered. A great argument started between them, as each family blamed the others for what had happened. For you see, rumors had started to spread beforehand about unrest among some of the male members of each family. They believed it was unfair that only the women could inherit the Gift.”

“So, the Arcanos and the Varangrs disappeared into Norway to find their own separate destinies. The Ymirs stayed and vowed to guard the city forever, for we knew the truth. It was a Ymir who performed the ritual. My ancestors felt that it was our duty to keep the evil contained so we could pay for the sins of our family. All those people were lost because of one of us.”

“What does that have to do with us specifically?” Dayamanti scowled.

“It is actually fortunate that Iolanthe completed her expedition, even if it didn’t reward her and her team with the knowledge they sought. A man on the team named Elidon Greyloc would end up returning to the mountain alone some months later, for he had fallen in love with my ancestor Ran, and her with him. He is the reason my daughter and I exist today, for without him Ran wouldn’t have had kids.”

“Many puzzle pieces had to fall in just the right ways to get us here today. The feud between the Arcanos and the Varangrs had to end and the Ymir line had to survive. For only the blood of the Three together can open the door,” Rikke finished with a glance to the three crests on the door behind them.

“What do we have to do?” the words barely a whisper as they left Dafne.

“Simply make a cut on your hand and place it upon your respective family crest.”

“Well there is only one Varangr and one Ymir here. But who will do the Arcano one?” Mjöll inquired out loud.

“Daf, you should do it,” Dielle suddenly spoke up. “It means the most to you, so you should have the honor.“

“Alright, if you are sure,” Dafne replied with a glance to Dayamanti who gave a nod of encouragement.

“You can come with us, you know,” Dafne suddenly turned back to Rikke.

“I’m sorry, but I think my youthful vigor days are behind me. Truth be told, I cannot say for certain what exactly you will find in there. But please, make sure my daughter comes back safe,” she finished, her hand resting on Dafne’s shoulder.

“I promise.”

With a deep breath, the three of them made a small cut on their palm and walked up to the door. Glancing at each other, they nodded and placed their hands upon their own family crest at the same time.

A few seconds passed and Dafne felt the stone beneath her hand steadily grow warmer. A burst of light lit up the small cave as a brilliant white energy gathered at the base of the tree's roots. The group watched in astonishment as it climbed up the roots and then converged at the trunk. Within seconds, the light then split off again, following the branches upwards.

The moment the light touched the top of the door, a deep resonant clunk echoed out from within. The large stone doors shuttered, dirt and dust falling off and swirling in the air. With the sound of loud scraping of stone and the rush of stale air, they slowly opened inwards to reveal an inky black void of darkness.

For the first time in over a thousand years, the Valkyries returned home just as the sun started to rise over the horizon.

[bluebunnysart]

Someone made fanart for my Mikuteto fanfic (Rain) and I love it so much, I love it sosososososoo much, words aren't enough to convey it www I really wanted to scribble up a doodle in response to this but I need to go to work rn so I guess I must hold it in but I wanted to promo it and gush about it here...... There are no spoilers from looking at this (the biggest spoiler is what you'd expect from a fic named "Rain" lmao so it's fine if you haven't read it) but hmnfkjdf in this essay I will--

Ok *pushes up my art analysis glasses* Much of what I've already wanted to say, I've said to the person directly, stuff about how I never thought Rain would receive fanart lmao (and then it got so much, the most 😭) and I'm so soo thrilled and flattered and excited that it did. Thank you so much to everyone who's been liking my stuff and made me fanart; I've saved all of it and printed it out and treasure it greatly (yes, yours too!!!). It's soo soo cool so I'll always love it. Everything I've received has been amazing and it's not just 'cuz everyone is such a good artist lol but it's because all art is great and deserves to exist even if it isn't "pro quality" (whatever the heck that means). Idk if that waters things down 'cuz that means I love any kind of art just for it existing as opposed to "technical skill" or whatever but I am NOT saying these things because I think any of the art I've received is lacking in those areas at all. All the art is freakin' beautiful and VERY awesome and technically skilled and pro level (yes, yours too!!!!!!) so yeah, enough rambling there. I'm just saying all Negidrill is beautiful and I love seeing it forever. Lately I've been saving more and more art to my phone to admire lol, when in the past I'd just bookmark it (that's why I have 22k+ bookmarks but I digress).

Idk what else to say about this art that I haven't already said but I'll say it here anyway. xD

When I first wrote the scene, I didn't imagine them facing each other and I'm not sure if the artist imagined them facing each other and that's why they drew it, or if the artist drew them facing each other 'cuz that's a GREAT idea and they chose to take it, but them facing each other during this scene is so fun and funny honestly. This scene is pretty GAY and even gives ME slight secondhand embarrassment so the added visual of them facing each other during it is very amusing to me. The Teto in my head is already cringing in embarrassment (affectionate) but I like it lmfao. Good for them lmaooo

The setting is just a bunch of piles of trash everywhere so the artist did a great job representing that! ♥🔥🔥🔥 They did a great job showing how it's possible for Teto and Miku to sit on top of it too! In this AU, Miku and Teto are usually either on top of the trash or on the ground, and sometimes the trash is hard to navigate with lots of stuff sticking out but other times it's more flattened. In my own head I think about how I want to depict the trash piles being their "ground" (I sometimes imagine doing it through having them standing on a metal sheet or something sometimes lol) but as always, this is great! Very good! <3

I didn't ask them this but what the heck is this fhhdskfldsf I guess we will never know...... xD

Anyway, the trash is variable, so when Miku dives off it, the impact on her is very up in the air... She could either luck out and not hit anything too bad or she could experience the opposite of luck and hit a lot of sharp objects. xD Anyway, Miku is fine. I would never hurt Miku. Miku, next to Teto, is my favorite, so all is fine and good forever in this AU 😂😂😂😂 (thinking).

Something else I didn't mention but thought to talk about now is I REALLY like the light under their umbrella 'cuz what the heck?? xD The beach umbrella being this big is already based and very accurate, but the light also serves to show this is kinda like a safe place/spot for them and that's so cool?!????? It's like a safe haven or a save spot in a video game lol. I freakin' love how not only is the umbrella sheltering them from the weather and keeping them secluded/with each other-- it's also covering them in light and seemingly preserving it for them?? And Miku is singing ofc because she always is. Girl likes to sing lol.

Anyway, the symbolism goes so hard. Umbrellas are what you need for the rain but this is so 相合傘 (ai ai gasa / love-love umbrella)-coded lmao, I love it so much. When I first imagined them sharing an umbrella, that concept was literally on my mind, so I'm really happy that there's this freakin' cool symbolism going on even now, despite me changing the moment into a slightly different one from Miku and Teto happily sharing an umbrella and walking around or whatever. xD

I'm not confident in my coloring yet 'cuz I'm impatient and rush things lol but I really love colored artworks and the colors chosen here are so great. Everything else is devoid of color except these two and the umbrella and under it and it's such a great effect.

I made it into my Windows computer app tile. I love it so much.

I really need to go to work now but long live Negidrill 😂😂😂😂 As long as I'm alive, I'll be making more. I really did make up my mind, so I'm not jinxing it, I promise. xD Trust. xD 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you again, RandomNobody. 🥰 I won't forget this and I won't be able to 'cuz this will be on my wall soon lmfao. Colored artworks go on my wall. Uncolored artworks get printed and go at my desk. Either way, they are always in my room with me, along with my Triple Baka keychains. 😂😂😂😂

[inktheblot]

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @cinnabuntastic , thank you!!

Relationship status: 4 years with @guesso13 💖💖

Favourite colour: Blue

Favourite food: Impossible question. I live for food and there's not much that I won't eat (a handful of allergies and small dislikes).

Song stuck in your head: Nothing Left to Lose by Mat Kearney.

Last thing you googled: Transformers Earthspark

Time: 2:33 pm

Dream trip: I haven't ever been out of the country (USA), or even to a lot of places in the country, so picking just one dream trip is almost as hard as picking one favorite food. The first thing that comes to mind is going to Scotland with guesso, who loved it when xe got to visit and has said that I definitely need to see it too. I'd also love for us to go on a camping trip together just about anywhere, which is something that we've wanted to do forever but haven't had the opportunity to yet, or to meet up with some more internet friends.

Last book you read: It's honestly been too long since I've actually picked up and read a whole book; most of my reading lately has been fanfic, webcomics, and online essays (and tbh I'm sadly behind on a lot of those as well). I don't remember what the last book I read was, sadly. Soon guesso and I want to start doing a mini book club sort of thing, where we can pick a book out that we want to read (whether that's an old favorite of one of us that the other hasn't read yet, or something that we both haven't read in a good while, or something brand new), and just take it at our own pace and be able to discuss and write about it together. I think it's gonna be really good for us, I'm looking forward to it.

Last book you enjoyed reading: Uhhh how about "last fic I bookmarked"? 😂 That would be "We Are Made of Dreams & Bones", an Owl House fic by @scribefindegil . I also recently pre-ordered the print edition of The Sea in You by Jessi Sheron, one of my favorite webcomics.

Last book you hated reading: See above -- that one's a big ol' 🤷‍♂️ from me. I simply Do Not Remember!

Favourite thing to cook/bake: I also love cooking/baking in general, but I immediately thought of these watercolor cookies which are a super fun baking plus art project. We made them last Christmas and expanded from the snowflake idea to also include ornaments and presents and lots of other designs as well, there's definitely lots of ways you could go with it. And at least for me, known Haver Of Shaky Hands, it was a lot easier than trying to decorate something all over with icing tips, haha.

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: Bead Lizard My Beloved 💚 and other lanyard/keychain creachers as well! It's a fun craft AND stim. I like to draw and other things like that as well, though I'm slow at it.

Most niche dislike: Anyone else not a fan of the peanut butter + jelly combination?

Opinion on circus(es) now and in history: I went to a circus as a little kid a total of one (1) time, and I barely remember it -- I don't think I was too impressed, for whatever reason. Obviously now that I have the awareness I'm against anything that involves the mistreatment of animals for entertainment. I don't really know a whole lot about what circuses these days look like, how they're operated, if conditions have improved, etc. Of course there are also plenty of circus performances that don't involve animals as well; I haven't been to any of those personally, but I would look more favorably on something like that, granted that the human performers are also not being exploited.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I think I have a pretty good sense of direction. I've been navigator on quite a few road trips and the only time I can think of that I've gotten lost was wandering off with a couple of friends as a kid.

Tagging: @quetzalpapalotl @andromedaprime @gunupwallflower @lohikaar @mercury-falls @b0wieblue @bitegore @korloniumcrystals @honestlyvan @howtotrainyournana and/or anyone else who wants to! No pressure!