#bragi-god-of-bullshit

[rosie-kairi]

I don't think there's gonna be any major ships in drtd, at least not any that are important to the plot, but I AM going to be putting a weird brand of tension between Xehanort and Baldr. Like, they're the coupe that's "You two are uniquely perfect for each other, just never involve anyone else in this bullshit oh my god" except they aren't a couple.

Baldr will be all up in Xehanort's personal space saying weird shit and the two of them will be having an intense conversation, all while Bragi sits there like "Do you two mind?". Live Bragi reaction

[crossingbaranduin]

Guessing Games

(Teen | The Almighty Johnsons | Anders & Mike | 1.4k words)

Summary: Axl found out that saying “guess what” will lead to Mike knowing the “what” in question, since it was a game. Naturally, Anders figured out how to exploit that. (Or, five times Anders made Mike “guess what”, and one time he couldn’t but asked anyway.)

Notes: A quick, fun work spawned by a Discord message from @blairsanne: “I need someone to write a 5&1 where Anders annoys the shit out of Mike and then uses that Guess What game for a good purpose”. I’ll never turn down writing about my two favorites, so… here it is! Enjoy! : )

Read on AO3 here!

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As with many things in their family, it all started with someone being just a bit too curious. This time, it was Anders — about Mike's powers in particular.

“There’s no way you can know what I’m thinking if I say ‘guess what’. That’s bullshit!”

“One, no it’s not. Two, how did you even find out about that?”

“Axl told me. You’re god of games, not god of being psychic!”

“It’s a game where to win, I have to know what you’re thinking. It’s not that hard, Anders.”

“Fine,” Anders rolled his eyes. “Guess what?"

A thought that was definitively not his own filled his mind. Ty and I were the ones who broke the window crank on your old truck. Ty tried to crank the window closed on me.

Mike stopped, all thoughts of proving his point abandoned at Anders’ admission. "That was you?!"

"Holy shit, it does work," Anders said, astonished.

"Yes, it does, but my window crank doesn't!"

"It didn’t; that truck is long gone now, anyways." Anders grin only grew as he continued. "Oh, I'm so going to abuse this."

And with that, Mike realized just how critical of a mistake he had made in mentioning this ability to Anders.

"...Goddamnit."

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It wouldn't be Anders if he didn't immediately test the limits of something.

Unfortunately, knowing that did nothing to stop it, as Mike found out not long after Anders' original discovery. The bar was empty, and oddly quiet for once, as the two of them waited for the rest of the gods to arrive.

Or, it was, until Anders spoke up out of the blue. “Guess what?”

What if—

…

…Mike refused to repeat the rest of what Anders was thinking, even within the confines of his own head. Frankly, he wasn’t sure what of that was Anders’ own fucked-up ingenuity and what was Bragi’s gift with words used for horrible purposes.

It was a vivid mental image, that was for sure, and one he'd like to never have again.

He didn't dare turn around, his jaw clenched as he nearly glared a hole into the shelves in front of him. “Anders?”

Mike didn't have to look at Anders to hear the shit-eating grin he was wearing. “Yes?”

“You have three seconds to start running.”

If the other gods walked in a few minutes later to a couple barstools knocked over and the two of them tussling on the floor… no one really needed an explanation.

(Or wanted one. No one wanted to get in the middle of that — or find out what they had done to start it.)

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Of course, even that didn't stop Anders' plan, as he tried once more — this time from Mike's couch upstairs, rather than at the bar.

“Guess what?”

Mike responded without missing a beat. “No, I’m not playing this game, Anders.”

And he really wasn’t intending to. Nothing said he had to agree to play, and guessing games took two participants to work.

The unfortunate thing was, as much as his mortal half didn't want to give Anders the satisfaction... resisting the will of his godly half was another story. From the insistent nudging at the back of his mind, he figured he could get a headache from Ullr, or a headache from Anders.

The choice was easier than it should have been, really.

Bracing himself for the impending disaster, he huffed. “Goddamnit.”

I was wondering how long this thing would last since you just have to guess what I’m thinking but that doesn’t have a limit on how long that guess is going to be—

It turned out that if Anders didn’t need to breathe, he really could talk forever. Mike would be impressed, if he had any room to think over the constant stream of sound now in his mind.

—so if it’s all one thing to guess I just have to not take a break and keep talking blah blah blah—

"Will you shut up?!"

—absolutely not I'm nowhere near done Mikkel did you really think I'd stop talking this quickly you've known me too long for that—

"Oh my god, stop—"

—that won't stop me I can keep thinking even if you try and interrupt me haha I can go on forever—

With a groan, Mike blindly reached for the whiskey bottle across the table. He thought he'd been done with Anders tiring himself out by talking decades ago.

("God, my head fucking hurts," Anders muttered a good bit of time later, rubbing his temples.

Mike, who was doing the same with one hand and a glass in the other, leveled Anders with a blank stare. "I feel absolutely no sympathy for you.")

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Mike had — rather mistakenly — assumed it would be a quiet night in for him. That is, until a seemingly innocuous text flashed across his phone screen.

> Guess what?

"Great." He'd never had someone try it over text, but if that curious tingle in the back of his brain said anything, Anders had figured out yet another way to exploit it. He opened the messaging app, ready to chastise Anders for abusing his power yet again, when—

Ty and I are headed your way; situation happened with Loki. We'll explain when we get there.

Mike's heart dropped. Loki never meant good news, and if Anders was willing to admit that himself—

> Guess what?

We're fine. Loki just crossed some lines he shouldn't have. It's taken care of.

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding suddenly escaped him. They were alright — somehow, if Loki was involved yet again. He could bitch them out about it once they got to the bar. They weren't burnt to a crisp, or spontaneously combusted, or smited, so he could still chew them out.

(It was a horrible, relieving thought.)

Sitting down less steadily than he'd ever admit, he closed his eyes, breathing out as he let Ullr wash over him.

He could feel them approaching the bar — they were nearby. And still alive. He could handle the rest when they got here.

> Guess what?

Oh yeah, and Ty is Hodr again. Surprise.

...Probably.

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The world was ending, or damn near close to it, and by morning, none of them would be gods anymore.

It was a weird feeling. Mike had been a god for as nearly as long as he hadn’t been one, now.

Michele had stepped away for a moment, leaving Mike and Anders in an uncommon shared quiet, sitting back and observing the bustle of the casino around them.

"Guess what?"

Mike turned his head at Anders' sudden question, barely murmured above the background din of the room. He prepared himself for some quip, but instead—

It was the first time Mike had gotten more of a feeling that a coherent thought, and it was nearly overwhelming. A combination of thankful-relieved-peaceful-happy washed over him, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

(For a split second, it was as if a much younger Anders was superimposed over the one sitting in front of him, smiling and carefree before everything had gone to hell.)

He couldn’t send the feeling back, not in the same way, but he hoped his own smile and the light knocking of their shoulders together got the point across.

(He thought it did, from the way Anders leaned ever so slightly into him, even as Michele returned.

And of everything he was going to miss come the next morning, that would certainly be one of them.)

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"Guess what?"

Mike didn't have to answer Anders. He really didn't, this time; there was no pull from the now-gone Ullr, and even if he did, it wasn't as if it'd work the same way.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the night before, or maybe it was simply not giving a fuck in comparison to all the shit they'd been through recently. (Or maybe he knew he'd miss it if he didn't.)

Regardless, Mike turned around, an eyebrow raised as he finally answered Anders' question. “What, Anders?”

(“Nothing!”

“What?”

“Nothing! That was it.”

“You can’t just ask me what and then say nothing!”

“I sure can if it bothers you that much—“

Anders’ bright laughter was audible even over his own groaning into his hands, and if he cracked a smile of his own— well, no one would ever know. They couldn’t guess it, after all.)

[strangefellows]

:) Dantes, Oberon, and Luxu?

First impression

Dantes: KOMAEDA?????????????????????????

Oberon: Oh, cool, Oberon, he has a nice des-- WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS FULL NAME???????? NO FUCKING WAY?????? I NEED HIM

Luxu: Oh, okay, faceless apprentice, he seems sweet-- [cue epilogue of KH3] brb screaming into my pillow

Impression now

Dantes: My god, I love this absolute fucking madlad. My good sir you fuck severely, please keep protecting me in my dreams from horrible beasties.

Oberon: I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM OH MY GOD I AM SAVING LITERALLY ALL MY SQ FOR HIM IN AUGUST I WILL CRY IF I DON'T PULL HIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I AM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM AS A CHARACTER

Luxu: That's my tired old man that's my boy that's my love oh my fucking god. I was so mad when they squished him into Braig because I had sO MANY HEADCANONS FOR BRAIG but I worked with it and I love him so much now.

Favorite moment

Dantes: Every time he shows up in our mind to sweep us out of trouble dramatically. Bonus points for everything in Shimousa. He loves us so much, the weirdo.

Oberon: GOD. GOD. His flashback with Castoria where he teaches her magic and barely manages not to blow his cover with just sheer outrage at how they treat her. His genuine vengeful rage over the burning of the Welsh forest despite how much he claimed to loathe it there. The way he almost tore Koyan's throat out immediately on seeing her. How he's one of the only people to look at Fujimaru and be angry about what they've been through on their behalf. Everything about the final confrontation with him. When you summon him after beating LB6 and he's just completely fucking gobsmacked you'd actually want him around after All That Bullshit.

Luxu: The epilogue. His confrontation with Ava. Everything about Bragi.

Idea for a story

Dantes: I want to explore more of his time in Chaldea, not just in Fujimaru's dreams, go talk to other people, have interactions!

Oberon: I NEED PHH VORTIGERN EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY I WANT TO SEE PHH VORTIGERN RECONTEXTUALIZED WITH THIS NEW INFORMATION FROM LB6 I WANT MORE OF THE VORTIGERN PART OF HIS EXISTENCE!!!!

Luxu: Goddd, more of his past lives please.

Unpopular opinion

Dantes: IDK what's popular or not lmao.

Oberon: Related to the above, I think people tend to focus too much on the Oberon aspect? I want to see more focus on Vortigern he's my favorite part of this whole amalgam, I desperately want to see PHH Vortigern looked at again now that they've retconned Garden of Avalon's version. There's SO much potential.

Luxu: I absolutely do not like this painting of him as cruelly stealing other people's bodies like Xehanort, I don't like the idea that Braig was bodysnatched DURING BBS, I don't like the focus on what if Braig/Bragi are still in there. I prefer a juxtaposition where he's gentler about it and I definitely think we've only ever known Braig as Luxu.

Favorite relationship

Dantes: Besides the comedy of Dantes and Nightingale, I love him and Fujimaru's relationship so much. I kinda ship it ngl.

Oberon: LB6 TRIO OBERON FUJIMARU CASTORIA I CRY UNCONTROLLABLY, DEAR GOD. But also please for the love of god let me explore Oberon and Merlin's relationship especially in context of the mythos with Vortigern and Emrys holy shit.

Luxu: RADIANT GARDEN SQUAD ACTIVATE but also him and the other Foretellers, Oof.

Favorite headcanon

Dantes: Despite being his usual batshit self in most settings, due to my Fujimaru's unique abilities he's a bit more chill if he's in Chaldea proper, and he actually Needs those glasses he wears in the summer alt outfit.

Oberon: OH GOD I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN WITH THESE. Please don't make me start in on my Vortigern headcanons and my hcs for my version of him in Chaldea, I have way too many. But here's one: PHH Vortigern raised Merlin for at least part of his life. Fuck your timeline weirdness.

Luxu: Luxu and Braig's hearts accidentally merged so they're literally the same person now, whoopsie. That's why he says this is his last vessel. He Can't Leave. Good thing he doesn't need to!

[nonbinarykai]

Just want to add on, sharing these leaks as if their fact when we can’t even confirm then is extremely disrespectful to the crew

I don’t like Tommy and I don’t like crystallized that much

But to say that Tommy and bragi’s heart felt emotional send off to the community was because they were kicked and not of their own choice without proof is especially disrespectful to their messages and what they set out to create.

Same thing for Chris and the new writers, presenting this as if their replacements and not new people trying to take the series into a new direction is directly shitting on their work.

I’ve been seeing tweets on Twitter saying that the new season better be top tier or else the theme will die. And not only is that bullshit imo, but it’s also putting a unfair expectation on Chris.

Atleast with crystallized it was the crew shoveling coal into the fire with hyping up our expectations

With this, it’s just being hyped up for something that you think your “entitled” to being good because of a random leak from someone who’s already incredibly bias and suspicious

And I shouldn’t have to explain why adding Jan to the situation when he wasn’t involved is messed up and fear mongering

This leak was made by someone who clearly dislikes the community and lego. Why should we assume their comments about the crew are made in good faith?

This is the one and only time I’ll defend Tommy on anything. But please for the love of god don’t get up and arms at the crew or even lego over these rumors.

Hey sorry I just want to make an announcement

If you see this thread going around on here or Twitter

Please know that it’s most likely fake and NOT TRUE

Not only has a lot of it been exposed by people directly involved with the situation (like victims of the Jan situation) but a lot of what they claim contradicts what we know from OFFICIAL sources.

The claim about llorumi being a result from wildbrain makes no sense, because the writers very rarley took input about relationships from the animators. We know this.

The “overlord is a fusion of the oni overlord” directly goes against Tommy’s claims that mystake killed them.

Also, this thread was made by a MINOR. Why would a minor have a high ranking job in lego and know this stuff? It doesn’t make sense.

Most of this thread are assumptions and just bluntly untrue. Please be careful sharing misinformation and be smart with what you believe!

[mushroom-winners-proof]

If Aqua, Terra, and Ven want roast Xehanort when he was a teenager then MX should show them a video of Eraqus basically begging to be called Tardy Fleetfoot.

It doesn’t help that I have a headcanon of when they were young, Bragi made a bet with pretty boy blueblood Eraqus that he could go 6 months withour bathing. Eraqus agreed And even threw in that he had to rub himself with a dead fish 3 times a day.

Bragi thought he would only last a week. Eraqus lasted 3 months. And only because everyone else in Scala Ad Caelum was sick (quite literally) of the stench.

on god xehanort could probably talk for days on end about the ridiculous bullshit eraqus did and said in their youth all the while bro's dying in the corner all My Reputation Is RUINED With These Kids

[kirinda-ondo]

⚡️ Tomor?

Ah, Tomor, my favorite chucklefuck~

1. Tomor, like his friends, was also originally going to be a girl (do not ask me why this keeps happening I have no idea), but this lasted for all of about like 2.5 drawings before he decided "fuck that actually." That said, his personality and design were virtually unchanged, as someone who was kind of a rough, but well-meaning jerk (as a kid, anyway. He's much more of a jerk nowadays lmao). I ended up introducing him into OC plots way late in the game, but he's actually existed since pretty early on, with only the vaguest references being made to him because I didn't want to fully commit to an entire OC yet.

2. I named him Tomor after the Albanian god, Baba Tomor (or Father Tomor). Unlike his friends, however, he has no real connection to the deity he was named after, and the name was mostly picked for vibes. Vibes, and the fact that like how his namesake is the father of all gods, our Tomor is kind of the origin of everyone else's brain problems (minus Cayenne) without necessarily meaning to be. He was actually the first one to incorrectly assume Bragi's intentions, which then led to the horrible miscommunication that ended up fucking up both Bragi and Aneas up for most of their lives, and was the one that made the half-hearted suggestion for Aneas to stick his name in the lottery to become basically a minor god. ("Haha the chances are so unlikely but wouldn't it be funny if you won?" He did win and it was not nearly as funny as either of them thought--)

3. He has a really immature personality, and even more immature sense of humor, believing peanus weenus is the height of all comedy, but he's actually surprisingly far more intelligent than even he gives himself credit for. He enjoys books and is actually very well-read, on top of being generally clever and and good at seeing through other people's bullshit. He just never bothered to apply himself and instead uses his brain power for shitty jokes and being kind of a bully, whoops. He's very much based on the kind of asshole I was when I was like.... 12-13 lmao.

4. Despite his overall chill, "whatever" kind of demeanor, he's surprisingly conservative and judgemental. He has some old-fashioned and very rigid ideas of how he thinks things should be, and does not approve of his friends' far more unconventional life choices (like marrying a demon, or being so buddy-buddy with mortals). He's also the sort of person who's very much stuck in the past and wants to refit things to the way they used to be without accepting or understanding that people can in fact change and want different things at different points in time.

5. He can take insults and teasing just as well as he dishes them out, so it takes a lot to really get under his skin, but he has one major weakness and that is a horrible alien girl belonging to my other friend. She's the type of person that likes to be the most tragic person in the room because she loves the attention. He knows she's not even half as tragic as she claims and thus roasts the shit out of her, which then feeds into her victim complex, which then feeds into him wanting to roast her more, and it's kind of a horrible dynamic between horrible people but he's kind of into it even if he hasn't quite figured it out himself (and even if it goes against his staunch "don't get attached to mortals" policy) ajksfdklskjlf. Will this change his views any, or will he find a way to justify it? Absolutely yet to be seen lmao.

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @marigoldvance​ based on this photoset.

Pairing: Britchell Rating: T (Anchor ‘verse)

You can also read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

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Anders didn’t know what brought him there.

Blaise Hamlet was dreary and grey, the rustic cottage Anders found himself in possession of older than the country he hailed from. Drafty, creaky, probably held together by woodworm. Dawn would find it charming, he was sure, with its snow-covered lawn and stone-tiled roof. The property – fair for England, Anders guessed – was hemmed by a tall, thick hedgerow, a skinny path snaking from the drive to the front door.

Inside was fully furnished, as stipulated, and decorated for Christmas when he was given the keys, fixtures to fabrics to furniture all in a light, neutral palette.

A woman’s Pinterest creamdream.

Anders’ eyes were sore from it; it didn’t feel airy, as the agent packaged it as. It was disorienting, too fucking bright to keep his eyes open without straining the muscles. He’d become a night owl just to avoid going blind by a gleam of sun off the kitchen counter. Though familiar with late nights and mornings that rolled around in the afternoon, he didn’t appreciate having to upend his whole lifestyle for the sake of battening down and waiting for another sign. Anders functioned better in the daylight. He was human after all.

He swallowed that bitterness with a sip of the scotch nursed.

Regardless, he was reluctant to say he missed Auckland. There were things he missed but, as a whole, he knew he was better putting it behind him.

To be sure, putting it 11 412 miles behind him was a bit much, even by his overambitious standards, and choosing to start fresh in a country famous for its rain and stiff upper lip was so far removed from the sort of change he’d been open to that it had not only shocked everyone he’d told, but it had also confused the shit out of him.

It didn’t take an IQ over 130 to recognize weird, divine intervention when it came bewitching.

He’d been a vessel for fuck sake; god adjacent. He knew what thrall looked like and he’d been under one from the moment the idea manifested to when he stepped through the front door of his new house.

Like it had been with Bragi, the impression of a voice massaged his brain, its cadence nudging his thoughts in directions he would never go of his own volition. It mimicked intuition, the sensation of a gut feeling, every particle charged and aimed at kismet, all it needed was the moving parts to get it there. Who better than a newly vacant vessel recently graduated from his destiny?

Anders doubted it had anything to do with him, figured he was there to intervene somehow in someone else’s journey to save the world like he had been for Axl, considering the only other thing it could possibly be had been wiped from his slate shortly after Bragi put down roots in the back of his skull.

He drained the scotch, icecubes clinking the tip of his nose, and reached for the half-empty bottle sitting beside him on the coffee table. Contents renewed, he settled back into the stuffed couch cushions and held his glass on his chest, pointedly ignoring the back of his hand where it mocked him.  

Whatever the reason, it was coming to a head, obvious in the way he moved through the last couple of days in a haze. Akin to the trancelike motions he went through in Norway on his pilgrimage to Yggdrasil, lost and foggy until his feet found the pathway to purpose.

Christ, he was eager to get it over with. While he didn’t want to return to Auckland, he intended to go somewhere with more sun, a beach, bikinis and speedos.

He was done with all the destiny bullshit.

⊹

Anders jolted awake, swam out of a dream into an upright position on the couch where he’d dozed off. His glass rolled off his chest and into his lap, spilling water on his crotch and soaking into the cushion beneath him.

            “Fuck!” He jumped up, the glass following and hitting the carpet with a muffled thud.

His hand burned, a brand of pain in an arc across the back of his thumb into the bone of his forefinger. That shouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. Of all the impossibilities he’d encountered, that was the one that could not happen because the laws of nature were set in stone. Soapstone, mostly, but things like that were chiseled granite so there was no point in suspending belief.

            “Fuck!” Anders cried again, the pain searing from his hand to his heart. He dropped to his knees, tears springing to his eyes, and erupted a sobbing wail into the air just to release some of the pain from his body.

There was an uncomfortable series of tugs and pinches, like dragging a medical needle under the skin, prodding at squirmy veins, beneath the sharper, fuller agony causing his lungs to constrict and throat to close. He screamed and writhed, clutching his hand close to his body, curling in on himself on the floor as he begged the universe for relief.

Long seconds seized the pain into numbness. He couldn’t feel anything, didn’t know if he was breathing, if his heart was beating, if he was alive. The world was spinning, topsy-turvy, and the wind was loud, so loud, a banshee in his ears except he knew the windows and doors were closed, he never opened them, it was too fucking cold and wet in Britain to open a window. Anders wheezed, spots danced in front of his eyes and then, suddenly, a mighty peak of fire, the pain surged and then receded.

The last thing Anders heard was a whip crack and a distant thump.  

⊹

The next time Anders waded into consciousness, it was slow, the last fingers of sleep slipped from him in a gentle caress, coaxing him to wakefulness. He groaned and rolled onto his back, rubbed the gum from his eyes before daring to prop up on his elbows. A foreign feeling settled in him, a calmness he’d never experienced purring through every vessel, atom-deep and all encompassing, and the gaping space Bragi had left behind was finally closed, the missing pieces assembled from the ether to make Anders whole again.

There wasn’t time to examine the strangeness of it, however, because a noise split the peace. Anders heaved himself to his feet and trained his ears, the sound plucking a string inside him. Just as he started to reconcile that it was his imagination, it rang out again, strumming his psyche like a harp.

Laughter. Bold and buoyant. And nearby.

            “Who the hell—?” Anders padded to the window and pushed back the curtain to peer outside.

He choked and stumbled backwards at the sight that greeted him. Rallying himself, Anders skidded to the door, shrugged on his coat and shoved his feet into his boots, yanking the door open with more force than necessary.

He stomped halfway down the path and then veered into the thick layer of snow that sheeted his front lawn, freezing like a deer in headlights when the trespasser moaned and shifted. Where instinct should be yelling at Anders to book it back inside and call the police, it instead encouraged him to narrow the distance.

The stranger, a tall man with black curls and features sculpted by Michelangelo, groaned again, his eyes squinting then blinking open to stare up at the night sky. He was dressed poorly for the weather, in skin-tight jeans and a thin jacket, though his boots seemed sturdy enough to stomp through slush.

            “Excuse me,” Anders said, voice unsteady as the stranger hauled himself up so he was sitting, “But what the fuck?”

The stranger whipped his head around, gaze striking Anders between the ribs. His expression stretched into wonderment, mossy eyes going rounder and red lips parting to reveal slightly crooked teeth. Anders couldn’t move, couldn’t look away, his body refusing to listen to him and guiding him into the stranger’s space. He dropped to his knees in front of the man, wrapped a hand around the man’s bicep to help him to his feet.

They stood at the edge of the snow-angel the stranger’s form left behind, too close to be appropriate for two men who’d never met, a hair’s breadth between the length of their bodies. The stranger shuddered out a breath in a cloud that warmed Anders’ face and then he said:

            “It’s you.”

His tone was pitched low and reverent and tinted with an accent.

            “What?” Anders replied dumbly.

Without turning his gaze away from Anders’, the stranger brought his hand to cup Anders’ that Anders hadn’t noticed he left on the stranger’s arm. The stranger lifted it to hold between them, his thumb stroking over the back of Anders’ hand, touch soft and tingly spreading warmth up Anders’ arm to the base of his skull. The stranger’s eyes were hooded and hungry, flicking from Anders’ eyes to his mouth.

The stranger turned Anders’ hand to reveal a mark, a name, that, until earlier, had been flaked away like a faded tattoo.

            “You can’t be—” Anders choked.

            “I’m sorry I took so long.”

Anders was suddenly hyperaware, alert, honed into where the stranger was touching him. There was so much Anders wanted to know – where the fuck did you go? how are you here? – but the words get stuck behind his teeth, all that managed to press free a feeble, “Don’t make a habit of it.”

The stranger – not a stranger, not anymore – threw his head back and laughed, the same sound as before only this time real, echoing back into the past to draw Anders from the house. It was rich and beautiful, and Anders knew he could listen to it every day for the rest of his life without there ever being a chance he could hate it.

            “I promise, Anders Johnson, I won’t.” The man said his name as if he’d been waiting forever to do feel the shape of it in his mouth, every vowel and consonant lilted with an adoration reserved for Anchors. An adoration Anders thought had been ripped away from him before he had the chance to learn it.

            “Good.” Anders said, tipping against the man, bringing his lips to hover over the man’s own. “You have a lot to make up for John Mitchell.”

            “I’ll do my best.”

And, just like that, Anders didn’t give a fuck where in the world he was, so long as his Anchor was with him.

John Mitchell definitely had the legs for a speedo.

[shallyne]

YASSSS, thanks for tagging!

"Yes." she answered, nodding furiously. "I mean no!" she stepped back, out of the man's arms. Surprisingly she missed his touch as soon as it was gone. "I mean, I am fine. Thank you for saving me from hugging the ground." "I would never let a beautiful woman hug the ground." he smiled. Did he just call her beautiful? Was he flirting? Oh gods, she was so aroused.

That was the first, I also want to show a second snippet

Not that they were her first choice in hanging out but she didn't have any problems annoying them. Bragi on the other hand, she didn't like to annoy them. Nemesis knew that Nyx would tell her to shut up or kick her out if she got too much but Bragi would torture themself through her bullshit because they were too nice to tell Nemesis to fuck off, even if she told them a thousand times that it's okay. No, when Nemesis needed to rant for hours, Bragi would sit and listen. As much as she admired that about her sibling, she was scared that people would take advantage of them.

Tagging: @reverie-tales and @starfall-spirit bc I want another snippet byeeee

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I know there are a few tag games floating for acotar right now and I don't want to annoy anyone with excessive tagging (don't worry, you guys can tag me whenever for whatever. I love stuff like this) so I'm just going to give my usual Feysand tag list a nudge.

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This is from my angsty one shot I've scheduled to publish tomorrow, called, The Night the Stars Fell on Velaris.

There were many kinds of darkness. The darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes. There was the darkness of lovers and of assassins. There was the darkness of restfulness—but this darkness…

The force that left Feyre was the darkness of agony. Of pain. Of crumbling faith and shattering sanity. The darkness of a flaming soul smothered. The darkness of rage breaking free of its shackles. A darkness of a female unhinged—absent of her starlight—of the flecks of light she looked to for peace when the hard days fell to blessed night.

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How Marvel Fucked Up Norse Mythology!

iI am no Norse Mythology expert. I’ve only read a handful of myths, so take what I’m saying with a grain of salt. For all I know, I have it all wrong.

Pre-watching mess ups:

LOKI IS NOT ODIN’S SON - in the myths Loki is a sworn blood brother to Odin, so obviously seen as more of a brother than a son to the Allfather. Blood wise it’s more of a cousin or uncle connection. Like Greek mythology, this family tree is just as fucked up.

THOR IS NOT FRIGGA’S SON - He is the son of Odin and Jord. Odin doesn't even have a wife in mythology.

Thor (Movie #1) :

Mess ups:

4:30 - Odin is shown to have both of his eyes, and later it is show he lost it in the battle with the Frost Giants. Odin gave up his eye for wisdom to the Giant Mimir(?). This was very early on, that is why Odin is always shown with one eye.Technically (at least where I read it) Odin losing his eye is included in the myth of creation.

Frost Giants- Um... I may have this wrong, but there are no such things mentioned in the myths. There are giants, like just giants.

Triquetra-

(pic for reference) this symbol is used everywhere. It isn’t even part of the Norse religion, but the Celtic. While practiced in the same general area of northern Europe, they are not one and the same. This is the symbol of the triple goddess of Celtic religion.

War in relation to Thor- In the movie the war with the giants are over, but in the myths Thor is known as the Giant slayer. Like that don’t add up.

-Thor is a ginger in the myths... not important, but thought I’d add it.

7:00 - “A wise king never seeks out war.” Bullshit Odin. You are an Aesir, the god that thrive on war, and seek out battle for entertainment. 

7:20 - We get a lovely shot of Mjolnir as the two young princes run past. Loki is the one who sorta caused the creation of the hammer. It should not exist yet, as Loki isn’t old enough to have scalped Sif because he was drunk and bored. (Trust me, it’s a slipper slope.)

- Sif is meant to be blond, in the myth i mentioned about Mjolnir, it was a big deal she lost her hair, because it was the most beautiful, and as blond as sun light. She’s also not a warrior, much more a pretty face. Also Sif is Thor’s wife in the myths.

-WHERE ARE ODIN’S OTHER KIDS? There’s Baldur, Hodr, Bragi, and Ullr. None of them are there!

Warrior’s three, who are thee? - Like these character straight up don’t exist in mythology. I get why the exist for story stand point, but there were so many different options they could be. Like full on just change their names to be one of the many other gods that don’t exist in the movies, and it be better. MAKE THEM ODIN’S OTHER SONS. (I could go on a tangent about this...)

10:00 - The bifrost could only be used by the Aesir. Loki is incapable of using these bridges. Also in myths, walking to he other realms were an option.

Heimdall - In mythology he is just a watcher, not a gatekeeper. He barely gets involved with anything, and just observes. Like serious, he dose nothing to stop Ragnarok despite the fact he can see it coming.

Where are Thor’s Goats? Like serious, they’re famous. NAME ONE OF THE WARRIORS THREE AFTER THEM!

Sleipnir - This is Odin’s eight legged horse. Having it exist is very concerning. After all, it is Loki’s kid, which he gave birth to.

Odin’s Sickness: WHAT THE FUCK? These guys don;t get sick. They get the sniffles and the eat a golden apple of youth. HE NEED SOME MAGIC APPLE! WTF even is Odin sleep?

Laufey - Umm... Laufey is a female. Like she’s Loki’s mom, not dad. idk how this bothers me, like it dose on one hand, but on the other I get it...

Frost Giant Casket - to my knowledge, this dose not exist in mythology. While at the same time, neither do frost giants...

Mjolnir - I know they cover this in Ragnarok, but mjolnir is not the source of Thor’s powers. He dose have belts of strength, so some dose come from items. But he has the natural ability to control thunder, not the hammer. Also Thor can’t fly, thus the goats...

Things they got alright:

- personally I love this interpretation of the Worlds Tree.

-Thor’s personality is on point at the begging of the movie. Stupid and arrogant.

- Jottunheim  is pronounced correctly, with the J  being pronounced like a Y.

- Thor’s drinking ability. Full on cannon in the myth’s Thor is the biggest drinker in existent (Drank so much ocean the sea level lowered permanently.)

Thor the Dark World:

to be completely honest I have a love hate relationship with this one {stopped watching half way through because i knew the rest had nothing to do with Norse Mythology} I could go off, but I won’t

Mess ups:

THE PLOT!!!!!!

- 00:50 Dark Elves are just the term they use to refer to dwarfs. They aren’t something special.

- 01:00 THE ETHER DOSE NOT EXIST IN MYTHS! 

- 01:59 The realms are in locked places on the world tree, there would be no way for them to overlap. (not to mention they completely ignore the explanation they gave in the first movie)

- 02:15 The bifrost can’t appear anywhere, they are in a set location. (And wasn’t this so in the first movie....?)

- 3:35 Bor has Odin’s spear, which shouldn’t exist. It was made in the same event as mjolnir, which was caused by Loki(as I previously mentioned)

- Asgard was not a thing before Odin, as Odin sorta founded it.

- 34:58 The Aesir were not ones to take prisoners. If they won a war, they one by everyone being killed. There were no prisoners.(If you're wondering what they did with Loki in myth, look it up, it’s an interesting story.)

-51:20 Not everyone who died would become stars. They get this from a myth were Odin made a giant;s eyes stars to appease his daughter, but that was a one time instance.

Things the got alright:

The details

- 00:40 There was indeed darkness before there was anything.

- 05:03 “We’re born, we live, we die” unlike most mythical gods, indeed Norse ones can die. They just don’t easily due to the golden apples of youth.

- 09:50 They got their wall! Sadly it was missing in the last one....(Sleipnir shouldn’t have been around....)

- 10:00 Odin has his tattle tale raven.

- 12:15 Indeed, they would party for weeks on end.

- 41:51 VIKING FUNERALS!!!!!

Thor Ragnarok:

Mess Ups:

-Loki leads Ragnarok, not many of the other people they imply do.

- No one knows when Ragnarok happens, so they can’t prepare for it, or stop it either.

- Odin  is killed by Fenrir, not just turning to dust]

- It is Hel and Hela

- Hel is Loki’s daughter, not Odin’s

- Hel is the goddess of the dead, not death ( think Hades in Greek Mythology)

- Hel’s face is half that of a corpse.

- Hel is a follower, not a leader. Loki is the one who leads the army of the dead during Ragnarok.

-Fenrir is also one of Loki’s kids. Hel’s brother to add on top (full brother, not half)

- Valkyries were those who gathered souls on the battle field. While they gave those souls to the gods (Freyja and Odin) they did not directly serve them in a  force of combat.

- I mentioned before, but they could walk to other realms, they didn’t need to use the bifrost to leave Asgard.

- Fenrir was killed by one of Odin’s other son (Vidar) to avenge his father.

- Hel and Surtur were on the same side in Ragnarok, so pitting them against each other, isn’t a thing that would happen.

Things they got Alright:

- Surtur is a large force included in Ragnorok. He is the one to burn everything once all the Gods have killed each other.

- The Agardians (Aesir) are indeed the gods of war, with a war torn past.

- Loki dose bring Surtur to the fight, before he just stays in his own Realm.

[flameontheotherside]

Moving Forward And Onward

Just got off the phone with Matthew. He's been sending me music. We both love music and I dare think he might love music more than Erik and I. Then again well at home he's Bragi. 🤷‍♀️ I guess he's finally let his ex girlfriend go and gave her the boot? I hope so. We started talking about moving together to Gainesville. I guess this means we're in a relationship? I'm still kind of lost and I feel dumb as fuck. Should I ask? 😂

I'm proud of Matthew doing what he needs and he doesn't feel the need to do anything dumb. I'll take it. I'm a different story. I feel like downing a six pack and cry my sorry ass to sleep. 😣 I just need a few beers to offset the bullshit I'm feeling. I didn't feel like being a downer when he was talking about the positive things he's doing. He did say he's very happy that I truced with Vincent. We aren't mad at each other anymore or at least I'm not insanely salty about our relationship ending the way it did.

Slowing down is good.

We got a little stupid but God was right to pull the brakes on us. We keep getting split up in hospitals and inpatient treatment programs. It was annoying. 🙄 We are split about three weeks at a time. It will be three week this Thursday. I think he's finally accepted it and using this opportunity he has to get a job and take care of other things. All while I'm sulking and frustrated. 😑 Yeah... I'm just a ball of happy. 😑

Okay now I'm listening to Thinking Of You and my mellow dramatic self is fighting the urge to throw my phone against a fucking wall. Why bother posting if this is kind of dumb? 🤔 Well idk I guess I'm pissed off that I have this ability to talk to him... And other dead people. It's tiring and maybe while some people might say I should be "greatful", that's fucked up bullshit. I hate that Erik is dead, I hate everything about this sometimes it pisses me off.

I hate being on the rag....

😘❤️ Good night ya'll!

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I was tagged by @possiblyeden . I haven’t done one of these in ages~ Rules: Answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people HERE WE GO — What was your last… 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: Mum 3. Text message: again, my mum  4. Song you listened to: Comeback Kid by Kasbian 5. Time you cried: uhhh in the past few weeks 6. Dated someone twice: Havent dated 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Havent kissed anyone 8. Been cheated on: Havent been in a relationship 9. Lost someone special: Not recently 10. Been depressed: ha ha 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope — Fave colours 12. Yellow 13. blue? 14. green?? — In the last year have you… 15. Made new friends: Yup!!!! 16. Fallen out of love: uh? 17. Laughed until you cried: yep 18. Found out someone was talking about you: i think? 19. Met someone who changed you: i think a few people! 20. Found out who your friends are:  21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: yeah no — General 22. How many your Facebook friends do you know irl: almost all of them (i dont know like 3 of them) 23. Do you have any pets: sadly no :( i want a dog tho, but my mum isnt a pet fan 24. Do you want to change your name: ive never liked it too much but nah 25. What did you do for your last birthday: hmm escape room with uni friends!

26. What time did you wake up today: 7:00am  27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Reading i think? i just got off a boat from the past 5 days, so i have sea-legs and cant function properly rn 28. What is something you can’t wait for: uhhh travelling to japan again tbh 29. (… There isn’t a 29th question?? Lol) ….intermission? 30. What are you listening to right now: Whatever it takes by Imagine Dragons 31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes? 32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: my procrastination yet being an over-achiever/ambitious   33. Most visited website: Web of science, my email and uni blackboard probs :’) 34. Hair colour: brown, with some sunkiss 35. Long or short hair: medium? its past my shoulders. but not by too much 36. Do you have a crush on someone: ye boi 37. What do you like about yourself: ... 38. Want any piercings: nah  39. Blood type: who knows (not me) 40. Nicknames: Rubes, rue 41. Relationship status: not looking for one 42. Sign: Cancer 43. Pronouns: She/her.  44. Fave tv show: oh tough one, fmab 45. Tattoos: nah 46. Right or left handed: Right 47. Ever had surgery: nope. 48. Piercings: ears 49. Sport: Tennis!! and Karate  50. Vacation: Japan~~ 51. Trainers:  — More General 52. Eating: porridge 53. Drinking: water 54. I’m about to watch: Unfortunate Events 55. Waiting for: someone to hire me 56. Want: good grades 57. Get married: yep 58. Career: Researcher!! — Which is better 59. Hugs or kisses: hugs  60. Lips or eyes: eyes 61. Taller or shorter: taller 62. Older or younger: slightly older or same age? 63. Nice arms or stomach: um idk 64. Hookups or relationships: relationship 65. Troublemaker or hesitant: always hesitant — Have you ever 66. Kissed a stranger: Nope 67. Drank hard liquor: nope 68. Turned someone down: yah a few and one guy consistently 69. Sex on first date: noooo 70. Broken someone’s heart: potentially? oops 71. Had your heart broken: nope 72. Been arrested: nope 73. Cried when someone died: my grandpa 74. Fallen for a friend: yah but hes in a relationship rn so its ok — Do you believe in 75. Yourself: thats kinda funny 76. Miracles: eh 77. Love at first sight: eh  78. Santa Claus: when i was a kid? 79. Angels: hm nah — Misc 80. Eye colour: Blue~ 81. Best friend’s name: @vandapanda158 i wont say her name online? 82. Favourite movie: uhh  83. Favourite actor: i like a lot but a favourite???  84. Favourite cartoon: cartoon: atla, anime: fmab 85. Favourite teacher’s name: uh not online

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Favorite flower: Probably birds of paradise bc like they look cool

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[nightmarist]

is there any of the other Gods that have that kind of knowledge like Odin have? I mean, like in a worship way.

Depends on your definition of a god because heck Norse is weird

Mimir is a prominent figure of knowledge, as well as his well being a source of knowledge as well as Odin’s own knowledge. Typically in regards to memory, as well. 

Tyr, as far as I know, is a god of wisdom as well as courage. 

Loki is a cunning and sly deity - king of bullshitting. 

Goddess Vor is associated with wisdom in a sense of being careful with yourself, where you step, how you speak, and so on as far as I’m aware.

Bragi is a goddess associated with eloquence as well as wisdom, as well. 

Heimdallr is associate with premonitional knowledge.

I have a strong sense of Freya and Hela being goddesses of wisdom regarding their positions about death and being leaders of sorts.

I also get the sense of Angrboda, due to motherly instincts and other such things. 

In some research I learned of Kvasir, an entity born of both Vanir and Aesir saliva whose blood was mixed with honey to make mead. He was cunning enough to capture Loki and is attested to bringing peace among people before his capture.

Snorta, though unattested outside of the Prose Edda as far as we know, is also a cunning deity of wisdom.

The hero Sigurd is also an entity of wisdom and could speak with birds. 

Each has their own variation of wisdom and knowledge, but that’s all I could find in my, albeit quick, research. I hope that helps !

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by bragi-god-of-bullshit (livinlavidalokid)

"He stared at the man, who seemed to be staring back. Yoongi’s tears still flowed freely. His world was shattering, and yet. . . as he stared at the figure across the street, he felt the knot that had become his heart start to loosen, just a little."

Yoongi saves a stranger's life one morning in the rain, and has no idea the ways it will change his life.

Words: 5425, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook

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