#c; jormungandr

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|| CLOSED || Jörmungandr & ??? ||

@brokenandlonelysouls for either Loki, Fenrir, Sleipnir or Thor

Ori had lingered outside of New Asgard for at least a day before finally wandering into the city, not sure if any of the people he was looking for would be there anyway. He wore a hoodie that was to big for him by design, hood pulled down to shadow his face. Eventually at the mistrusting looks he was getting he stopped near the town square, sitting on a bench and pulling his hood down.

Based on the way the couple of as guardians who rushed out of the square after looking at him? He was sure if his father, brother or Uncle were here they'd find him quick enough. Quicker than looking himself anyway.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

[a-d-nox]

hel, goddess of death (asteroids hel (949) & hela (699))

Hel was the third child of Loki and the giantess Angrboða and the sister of Fenrir, Jörmungandr, and Sleipnir. It most versions, her looks are the emphasis - half of her skin appeared to be pink and plump like a newborn's, while the other half looked decayed and sickly - nearly green or blackish in appearance. Her face was said to have been in a constant state of gloom. When the other gods heard of her and her siblings' existence, they were alarmed due to the parentage - two troubling/"evil" beings had come together to produce three monstrous children... The gods decided to kidnap the children to better assess them in Asgard. Odin was just as sure as he was about the serpent, Jörmungandr, that Hel had to elsewhere. He hurled her into Niflheim - the world beneath the worlds, where the shadows and mist would become her only true companions. As so she made her hall, Eljudnir, which would become the home of the dead when Odin would task her with looking after them, the dead of all the nine worlds who had died of illness or old age, and cursed her to always have to share her food with whoever came her way. Bitterly, her plate was named Hunger, her knife was Famine, her bed was Sick-Bed, and its hangings Glimmering Misfortune. Only when Ragnarok occurred, did Hel see the light of day again. IN MY OPINION Hel/Hela in your chart can represent a) where a part of you decays, b) where your looks make you seem unapproachable/threatening, c) where/how your parents reputation effects how you get treated by others, d) where you are surrounded by darkness, e) what you have to share but lack yourself, and/or f) where you seek opportunities to get even with those who have done you wrong.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of hel/hela along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of hel/hela AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede hel/hela!

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Codex Entry: Primer on Personal Weapons of Major Galactic Races

With the galaxy being as dangerous as it is, only about 35% of it falling under the Council-set guidelines of ‘Safe’, there is a remarkable industry centered around the production of small arms. Several megacorporations and conglomerates have made their name by having at least one company dedicated to providing the galaxy and its militaries with the tools of their trade. However, due to differences in mindsets and tactical priorities, each race’s arms have taken on one or more unique traits, covered below alongside prominent companies.

Human

Human arms manufacturers, such as Beretta-Benelli Arms and Colt-Smith & Wesson Americas under Hahne-Kedar, Hanwha Defense Concern and Howa Machinery under the Ryukami Zaibatsu, or more recent companies such as Jormungandr Weapons Design, largely prize versatility and ease of modification, allowing soldiers to adapt their weaponry to the circumstances presented by their battlefields and for personal preferences. Most human-designed weapons come with multiple firing modes, if not multiple types of ammo usage patterns to fit multiple barrels. It is not a stretch to say that every Alliance soldier’s weapon is unique, no matter how small the mod might be. Some of the most iconic human-produced weapons include the Lancer line of assault rifles produced by Howa Machinery and used by the Alliance military under the designation M-7, the rectangular, blocky K19 ‘Kessler’ pistol produced by HK and issued as a sidearm, and the Frontiersman line of civilian pistols and rifles offered by C-SW.

Turian

Turian weaponry, as exemplified by offerings from Armax Arsenal, Cipritine Armory, or Palaven National Defense, emphasizes precision and reliability of use, often renowned for their durability in the field. While most turian weaponry eschews fully automatic fire, the power usually used to sustain such fire is instead channeled towards the stopping power of their individual shots, or towards modifying the ammo for unique use cases. Notable turian designs include the Cipritine Armory Phaeston, nicknamed by humans the ‘Turian AK’, the Armax Khrysae sniper rifle, which includes an explosive ‘anti-material’ setting, and the PND Joruna submachine gun, tailormade to pierce through kinetic shields, biotic barriers, and armor while retaining a compact, security team-ready design.

Salarian

Salarian designs from companies such as Aegohr Munitions, Halana Tactical Council, and Jezzela Equipment put an emphasis on modified munitions and stealth, slotting in well with the UISC military focus on covert operations, surprise attacks, and maneuver-focused warfare. Such weapons are also favored by those less scrupulous types who wish to catch their opponents off-guard, allowing for a chance to either press the attack or escape. Example weapons include the Scorpion pistol supplied by Aegohr, capable of launching delayed or remote-detonation explosives, the Seeker battle rifle, which comes fitted with a VI that conforms the trajectory of projectiles with split-second activations of ME-fields to desired locations, and the Veil sniper rifle, built to ensure completely silent, unseen usage in the field.

Asari

Asari weaponry, as designed by what few companies like Relessa Defense and Shadowtree Limited there are, are a rare sight in the wider galaxy, both due to the diplomatic nature of the asari’s culture and the emphasis placed by the Asari Military Conclave on their inherent biotic prowess. However, weapons meant to work alongside biotic-focused tactics or make up for any situations where biotics would not be wise to use are found in the possession of most asari soldiers. These weapons are usually capable of being enhanced by biotic power as well, some eschewing the typical alloy mono-block ammunition design to act as amplifiers and foci for biotic power. Examples include the Relessa Acolyte heavy pistol, designed to break through shields and armor that impede biotic attacks, the Shadowtree Tempest assault rifle that acts as the standard platform of the Military Conclave, and the Pulsar biotic focus (or BiFo), fulfilling the role of a submachine gun.

Krogan

Krogan arms are, in most krogans’ words, ‘no frills, all thrills’. Whether they are produced by what manufacturing concerns like Aralakh Weapons Foundries still exist on Tuchanka, or in dozens of ‘homebrew’ manufactories spread across the galaxy alongside their creators and clients, krogan weaponry’s main focus is on raw stopping power, coupled with explosive potential. Examples include the AWF Ogre battle rifle, a two-shot powerhouse that creates rounds almost as large as pre-Mass Effect humanity’s gunpowder-driven bullets, shell casing and all, the Hurex Offensive Claymore shotgun and Graal spike thrower, and the Rachni hand cannon, developed by AWF during the war against its inspiration as a close-in weapon for those krogan found in the press against the creatures, or having charged into close combat against them. Sniper rifles and other long-range implements are a rarity among the krogan due to being regarded as cowardly, though personalized, usually hand-crafted examples exist.

Quarian

While the quarian people, their homeworld and most of their industrial base lost in the Morning War, largely use what weapons they can acquire from human, turian, asari, and salarian sellers, there are still examples of truly quarian craftsmanship that are created on what ships in their massive Migrant Fleet have been converted into mobile manufactories. Named after the ships that they occupy, Tenkelii, Jukoris, and Zebel, companies known among the Fleet as the Triumvirate, are the last bastions of the quarian’s unique style of weaponry. Instead of using alloy mono-blocks, quarian weaponry utilizes miniature plasma generators to create ‘bolts’ of plasma contained in ME-Fields, trading penetrating power for efficacy against shields, barriers, and synthetic targets. With ship bulkheads that the quarians want to minimize the risk of a breach within, and with the geth as their ancient foe, such weaponry is truly a fitting companion to those quarians who manage to acquire one. Examples include the Tenkelii Khalgetr assault rifle, unique in modern weaponry for its ‘particle beam’ mode, Zebel’s Reegar carbine, and the Ganetka pistol produced on the Jukoris.

[vlovann]

Twilight of the Gods: Mythosyns

(Inaccuracy & Stupid Shenanigans Countdown)

Rankings:

S/6 - This is actually in the mythology or accurate to our pagan ideas of the gods

A/5 - Passable; As they should, not going above and beyond; Doesn't break immersion

B/4 - Could've done better or more research; could've asked a pagan; will continue with caution

C/3 - True Neutral

D/2 - Don't like it; okay?; Breaks immersion

F/1 - Absolutely not

Misc: no = automatic 0, comment out of number, silly

goofy, +/ - (.5), E/1.75, etc.

Let's Benean - Episode 3: “You Will Gladden His Ravens”

(I need you readers to know, my girlfriend and I have been wanting to make a Loki story for…A WHILE basically since we’ve started dating a couple years ago…only 2 episodes in and I think we’ve found the push we needed…anyway

Onward, mortals!)

1. Made by a non-pagan, perverted man: Ew/6 (0)

2. Jormungandr is a sexy trans lady: A (for as they should)

3. Ew, Thor. Fuck off: F

4. Loki, the ominous cockblocking dad: S (for papa of slithery lil snek)

5. NO. NO. GOD. PLEASE, NO!!: F (for put that thing back where it came from or so help meeeee! So help me, so HELP ME! That thing as in Thor entirely)

6. Cheating on Sif: Unfortunate S for accuracy :(

7. bAldr? LIKE HE’S YOUR PAL-dr, bAldr????: NO! (0)

8. Kitty scruff Libzarb Loki: S (because he just rolls with it)

9. Accuracy of Freya and Odin’s relationship: S

10. Loki didn’t shapeshift bosoms when talking about bosoms: F

11. Loki drinks Freya’s breast milk: Ew/6 (0 for this isn’t even a chaotic extreme actual Loki would partake and he has been a milkmaid before. This was someone’s fetish, probably Zack Snyder’s, so…fire him)

12. Dwarves turn into stone when they die. This is accurate: S

13. The apples were not taken from the Vanir. They were a wedding gift to Idunn by Ivaldi, her father: F

14. Freya wasn’t the queen of the Vanir. She was traded as a hostage during the war, along with Freyr and Njord (Their father): B (for acceptable confusion, but come on)

15. Egill said the gods spit in a well, but no mention of Kvasir, God and Traveler of knowledge: B (for could’ve added, “[…] and with the birth of Kvasir, the war was over.”)

16. Bindrude on the weapons, but no explanation, so probably not a real or accurate bindrune: C

17. Oh now you say it right, Thor: Inconsistency/6 (0)

18. Roll Credits/6 (0)

19. Kid didn’t deserve that. Fuck you, Odin: L Odin (for 0)

20. Wow, Thor respects Sigird’s title more than Lief. Lief saw it as a sexualizing trait!: I’m not sure what to make of this/6 (D?)

21. Thor sounds (and looks) like a fake hippie guru: F (for he’s trying to sell me CBD oil and will not accept “I’m allergic” as an answer)

Mythosyn count: 53

Out of

6x21= 126

42% despite all the S’s, it has LOST points.

Verdict:

[bugwolfsstuff]

More W.I.Ps Yay

Psychopomp

Summary: Travis has psychopomp powers, Connor likely does too but no one knows other than Travis himself. Travis decides to summon Luke for some reason.

Notes to myself:

[the no good bad evil oneshot about Luke and Travis]

[Travis summons Luke]

[Make sure there has to be a lifeline that keeps Travis alive during the ritual.]

[Have his lifeline accidentally be Katie]

[Have Katie show up near the end]

[He compares the whispering to Katie talking so much, and that causes things to spitball and anchor his life]

["Great, just what I needed—Katie's voice in surround sound," he grumbled, a desperate attempt at humour in the face of the spectral onslaught.]

[Diaktoros- Guide, Messenger]

[Athanatos Diaktoros- Immortal guide]

["What are you doing?" Luke said

Travis rips the blanket off himself and throws it on the ground, suddenly disgusted by its existence.

"Don't throw my blanket".]

[Have Travis have a panic attack when Katie arrives because he's so scared of what she thinks]

[Have Travis refer to him and Katie as a demented demigod Persephone and Hades]

Small extract:

"Hey..."

"Mmm...five more minutes," I mumbled, trying to get at least a few more moments of sleep. The last few nights have been sleepless and filled with tossing and turning, nightmares and a bunch of other stuff I don't wanna talk about; sleep was something I really needed right now.

"Hey, Trav."

I shoved a pillow over my head. "Go away". I don't care if it was Cecil, Chris, or Connor—wow, there are alot of C names in this cabin. What is Hermes' deal with names that start with a C?

"Travis Thomas Stoll. Wake. Up. Now."

That wasn't even close to my middle name. I don't even think I have a middle name. But before I could even point that fact out, a small fist decided to acquaint itself with my stomach.

So it was Connor.

That little shithead.

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2. Who is the monster? the children?

Summary: Magnus Chase/Norse myth oneshot of Loki's 'monster' children being brought to Odin. From the third person view of Hel.

Notes to myself:

[F you Odin]

[Think of a nickname for Jormungandr because I ain't calling him by his full name for the entire shot.]

[Forgot Hel was the youngest midway through this, so let's pretend Hel is freakishly (horrible phrasing) strong]

[Technically, a monster isn't a bad thing to be. It just has bad associations]

[Fun fact: Monster derives from the Latin monstrum, itself derived ultimately from the verb moneo—to remind, warn, instruct, or foretell

[höggspjót—chopping spear. It takes its name from Old Norse högg, stroke, blow, slaughter, beheading and spjót, "spear]

[They are so gonna use that on the snake :(]

Small extract:

 She assumes they must be young because they are only as big as Fenrir. Not as big as her mom or other Jotun.

Jormungandr hissed in her arms. She was playing with him when the warriors came with their pointy weapons and red faces, so he refused to let go of her. Even when the warriors pointed their höggspjót at him and

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3. Wine Child: chapter two draft 4? Fuck what number are we on?

Summary: Percy's pov of the de aged Mr D fanfic. Hebe shows up, dumps 8yr old Dio at camp. Ruins Percy's date. Dives into Dio's demigod trauma.

Notes to myself:

[Work on chapter title]

[Dio has a sword, where does he get the sword? fuck knows. Hebe gave the 8yr old a sword for funsies]

[He's wearing a girls outfit and has wild curly hair]

[make him punch Percy in the balls]—has been changed to Will now.

Small extract:

Did I mention that she's holding a very alive-looking, violently squirming gym bag?

"Well, it's a funny story, really." She said, which meant in god language: It was very much not funny, but you better laugh or I vaporize you.

She twirled the gym bag in her hand as she talked, pulling it up by the straps and tipping it upside down like a very angry yoyo.

Whatever was in the bag really didn't like that, which to be fair, I'd be pretty cranky if some goddess shoved me in a gym bag and then started playing with the bag like a yoyo.

"What I didn't account for was how whiney he was. So then I thought, hmm, where was the best place where he could learn to appreciate youth? Nowhere else but summer camp!" 

[khaire-traveler]

subtle jormungandr worship for the subtle norse worship masterpost? :)

He's actually in my list along with Hel and Fenrir c: Hope to start these up again either tomorrow or Monday, since I'm a bit stressed lately.

Thanks for the ask, and have a good day/night ❤️

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Posted Cards Master Post - 38.0

Rest of July 2022

D/D Lamia

D/D Savant Copernicus

D/D Savant Thomas

D/D/D Destiny King Zero Laplace

D/D/D Duo-Dawn King Kali Yuga

D/D/D Vice King Requiem

Decode Talker Heatsoul

Deskbot 001

Doomking Balerdroch

Doppelwarrior

Dotscaper

Elemental HERO Neos Kluger

Fallen Sanctuary (Japanese)

Flint Cragger

Fossil Fusion

Fossil Machine Skull Buggy

Fossil Machine Skull Convoy

Fossil Machine Skull Weapon

Fossil Warrior Skull Knight

Generaider Boss Stage

Geomathmech Final Sigma

Glow-Up Bloom

Go! - D/D/D Divine Zero King Rage

Goldenhair, the Newest Plunder Patroll

Great Mammoth of Goldfine

Hela, Generaider Boss of Doom

Infernity Pawn

August 2022, 1st thru 11th

Infernity Sage

Jormungandr, Generaider Boss of Eternity

Leraje the God of Archery

Majesty Hyperion

Masterflare Hyperion

The Chorus in the Sky

The Agent of Life - Neptune

The Executor of the Underworld - Pluto

The Sacred Waters in the Sky

Malefic Cyber End Dragon

Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands

Mardel, Generaider Boss of Light

Mathmech Addition

Mecha Phantom Beast Coltwing

Motor Shell

Mystical Sand

Necroworld Banshee

Nine Pillars of Yang Zing

Nirvana High Paladin

Odd-Eyes Rebellion Dragon Overlord

Onmoraki

Outburst Dragon

Pendulum Area

Performapal Miss Director

Plunder Patroll Shipyarrrd

Plunder Patrollship Brann

Plunder Patrollship Lys

Plunder Patrollship Moerk

Primal Dragon, the Primordial

Primathmech Laplacian

Proxy Horse

Puppet Queen

Quintet Magician

Raiza the Mega Monarch

Rare Fish

Redbeard, the Plunder Patroll Matey

Red-Eyes Zombie Necro Dragon

Reptia Egg

Retaliating "C"

Rookie Warrior Lady

Rose Spectre of Dunn

Salamangreat Blaze Dragon

Samsara Dragon

Sanwitch

Shell Knight

Sky Cavalry Centaurea

Tatsunecro

The Sanctum of Parshath

Time Thief Temporwhal

Trackblack

Victorica, Angel of Bravery

Vision HERO Faris

Vision HERO Gravito

Vision HERO Increase

Vision HERO Minimum Ray

Vision HERO Multiply Guy

Vision HERO Poisoner

Void Cauldron

Wandering King Wildwind

Whitebeard, the Plunder Patroll Helm

Yang Zing Brutality

Yang Zing Prana

Yazi, Evil of the Yang Zing

Zombie World

Abyss Shark

Bahamut Shark

Barian's Chaos Draw

Citadel Whale

Crystal Shark

CXyz N.As.Ch. Knight

Cyber Shark

Doom Kraken

Double Fin Shark

[mcumultibitches-archived]

❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ori

@lokeson

“It is if it's no longer yours so be more careful not to get caught.”

[fostersffff]

See for me it wasn't even like "Reverie bad"- an opinion I don't think I can legally hold considering how much I love C's Party- but just how... weirdly low impact Cold Steel's story was, despite being (at that time) The Greatest Crisis In The History Of Time.

I believe the total number of confirmed deaths can be counted on one hand across those five games, which is absolutely bananas when you consider the stakes. Gideon and Vulcan die, Arianrhod dies, and Osborne dies.

Beyond that? Crow dies but gets to come back, Rutger was dead before the story started and came back due to the Great Twilight so I consider him a wash, Olivert, Victor, and Toval were all presumed dead but actually got saved at the last second, Angie was never dead only brainwashed, the soldiers stationed at Garrelia Fortress didn't actually get unmade when they were attacked by the Aion they were just teleported away and all came back safe and sound, Juno Navel Fortress was obliterated by the Retributive Tower but had thankfully been evacuated (for some reason) hours before, and most insane of all, so few people died during Operation Jormungandr that you don't meet a single NPC in Reverie or Daybreak who talks about how their husband/son was killed, not even the guys who are desperately trying to restart the war. I guess you could throw Grianos in there? Vita's familiar being killed by Rufus?

And it really started to stick out after circling back to the Crossbell games, where the Red Constellation fucking murders all those ILF mooks execution-style, and then during their raid (which, to be fair, no one dies in either) Shirley cripples Ilya by dropping the chandelier on her, or even the reveal that the SSS would have died futilely in the Sun Fort if not for KeA's intervention, or going back even further to Trails in the Sky where you had to deal with shit like Joshua/Loewe and Kevin and Renne's backstories, or hell, ancillary storytelling like the Salt Pale which almost- almost- makes you feel bad for Weissmann when Kevin kills him with a piece of it.

All of this is not to say that death is the only way to get people engaged in stories, because I still quite like Cold Steel and Reverie, but I definitely did notice that like the first thing that happens in Daybreak is some dirtbag gets horribly murdered, and then everyone goes "yeah man that dirtbag got fucking got".

This was very funny to me because while I of course remember the Salt Pale, I was like “what was the Retributive Tower? The… towers that protected the flying fortress in Cold Steel IV?” because I forgot about the fuckin’ limp-dicked thing from Reverie almost entirely.

[epsilontlosdark4]

Epic commission from Michela Cacciatore Mjölna with Thor's hammer, Mjölnir, versus the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr

[vlovann]

Twilight of the Gods:

Mythosyns

(Inaccuracy & Stupid

Shenanigans Countdown)

Rankings:

S/6 - This is actually in the mythology or accurate to our pagan ideas of the gods

A/5 - Passable; As they should, not going above and beyond; Doesn't break immersion

B/4 - Could've done better or more research; could've asked a pagan; will continue with caution

C/3 - True Neutral

D/2 - Don't like it; okay?; Breaks immersion

F/1 - Absolutely not

Misc: no = automatic 0, comment out of number, silly

goofy, +/ - (.5), E/1.75, etc.

Let's B’neen - Episode 5: "The Scapegoat God"

1. Made by a non-pagan, perverted man: Ew/6 (0)

2. Of course Hel would start life by scaring the shit out of her parents: A

3. Pubby Fenrir: S

4. Gods damn it, Thor: S

5. Loki wasn’t present in the myth of the kidnapping of his children: B

6. Also, Odin can’t say shit about who Loki sleeps with: F (for fuck off, Odin)

7. Ah, dream prison: Ok/6

8. Hoenir and Freya were in fact traded amongst each other in the myth: S

9. Odin did in fact do something to cause Hoenir to be completely useless to the Vanir: S

10. Good. Realize you’re a lesbian, Sigrid! You didn’t finish your vows, there’s still time!: Gay rights!/6

11. Idiot 🤦🏻‍♀️: Nobody listens/6 (0)

12. The wolves look feline: C

14. Kiss. Do it: H for homoeroticism (0)

15. No, Loki…you’re not the god in charge of pillaging and plundering…that would be Odin or Tyr…do you need a hug?: D

16. Ew/6 (0)

17. Why do we have to see Thor and Jormungandr, AGAIN?: No

18. Loki realizing he’s a scapegoat: A

19. Hoenir covering his junk: A for (Thank you Animators)

20. Yas queen, own that shit: S

21. Alright 👏🏻 who’s gonna stay behind and sculpt the pact?: K (for WHERE’S KVASIR?!)

22. This episode was definitely not written by Zack Snyder: A (for As they should)

Mythosins count: 63

Out of

6x22: 132

47% (somehow…SOMEHOW)

Verdict:

It’s the weird relationship between Thor and Jormungandr at this point. It’s so unnecessary. It’s Jormungandr in general, but also Thor in general. Jormungandr did not deserve this. It’s gross. It’s uncomfortable. It needs to be stopped.

[storiesofwildfire]

Out of all of your muses and all of the other people you know.... who... bleps?!?!

{ outofmagic }

Bleps? As in that thing that pets do where they stick their tongue out and just leave it pressed between their lips for extended periods of time?

Um, honestly, Loki actually does this. He’s the most feline-like of all my muses and if someone says something that just really throws him through a loop (so much so that he can’t immediately make his brain digest and understand what was said) or he’s just genuinely stunned by something, he’ll stick his tongue out and leave the tip sitting between his lips while he contemplates what just happened.

He’s not entirely aware that he does this, but if someone points it out to him, he will most certainly deny it.

As far as some of my other muses that might do it? Asmund certainly does, though he’s fully aware of it and doesn’t really care if people think it’s embarrassing, cute, or something else. Loki’s Jotun siblings run a high risk of doing it too. Ulla, Ragna, and Agnar, though Ulla probably does it the most. Saga might also do this from time to time.

Oh, and Jörmungandr and Fenrir both do this a lot because, you know, giant ass snake and giant ass wolf.

[mayormimeatronic]

Hey thanks for the tag!

M - Must Be a Dream, The Altogether

A - Any Day Now, Bo Burnham

Y - You Really Get Me, The Kinks

O - Ode to Britannica, Seb Lowe

R - Ragnarok IV: Jormungandr, The Mechanisms

M - Me and Mr Wolf, The Real Tuesday Weld

I - I Love You Like An Alcoholic, The Taxpayers

M - Mood Swings, Human People

E - Eat Shit and Die, Harley Poe

A - Amsterdam, U.N.P.O.C.

T - The Dead Waltz, Radical Face

R - Rockstar, Nickelback

O - Oak & Ash & Thorn, The Longest Johns

N - Numb, Linkin Park

I - I Drew You Once in Art Class, Antarctigo Vespucci

C - Candy, The Blasting Company

I'm not sure I know that many people who I can tag so anyone who wants to can do it!! I'd love to see your music taste (and steal it)

tag game

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

thanks for the tag @sugarcoated-lame

a: ancient dreams in a modern land - marina

t: tangerine - glass animals

t: the world’s first ever monster truck front flip - arctic monkeys

a: alaska - banks

b: boys - atta boy

o: overlap - catfish and the bottlemen

y: yuk foo - wolf alice

l: lightning - charli xcx

e: e.v.o.l - marina

w: wtf love Is - tove lo

no pressure tag: @rxgirlie, @sailor-aviator, @catb-fics, @icouldntfindquiet, @icarus-star, @angelsanarchy, @vanmccannsfridge and @lostinthefandoms11

[anarmyofcanons]

@warringpeace​​ // sent an ask for Sigyn:

𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. ❝ 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. ❞

❝ And you, Jormungandr. To what do I owe the pleasure? ❞ Her question was completely sincere. The sight of a python would’ve alarmed most women, even of her kind for a moment, but she was used to seeing serpents moving about. While her husband had a serpent form, so did her stepson. She was always pleased when her stepchildren would seek her out, would ask anything of her. Just having them join her on her regular walks through the gardens would bring her such joy, to share in that simple happiness with them.

[mystarsforanempire]

i’m watching jo frost and i’m thinking about like... parenting styles and what loki would actually be like as a parent, and the thing is like... as much as loki wouldn’t admit it to frigga or to odin, he’s actually mostly aware of pretty much everything that actually hurt him as a child. 

from odin, the main painful things would be to do with the way odin compares him and thor to one another. i think that to loki, odin would be like - oh, be more manly, be more aggressive, be stronger, cry less, hold your chin higher, look more confident, like your brother, and i think (even if it’s to a lesser extent) he’d do that to thor as well. you need to read more, you need to listen more and be quieter when important people are talking, you need to show more temperance, you need to be more patient, like your brother. the thing is that loki would hate both - one is just being like “you’re not good enough”, but the latter feels like it’s his fault that thor is less like him.

and then from frigga, like... i think that frigga is very keen not to allow for conflict in the family, and the problem with that is that it means when loki DID have an issue with odin or with thor, when he was angry or upset, and especially when he felt disrespected or like his privacy was being invaded, i feel like frigga would kinda pull him back and be like, hey, loki... you know, if you get nasty with them, you’re just gonna make it into a whole thing. unless they’ve actually attacked you, i think you should just chill out.

WHICH. i understand frigga’s perspective. i think she’s thinking of the best way to resolve conflict - but the thing is that what she does is  that she lets more bitterness seethe under loki’s skin.

and so like, with his own children, loki would be... very communicative. it’d probably be very shocking for anybody who knows him to see him with his children, to see how he answers pretty much any question posed to him very frankly and honestly, and the way that he’d resolve conflict would very much be like... fair and measured and open?

i think fenrisúlfr and jormungandr probably resolved 90% of disputes between themselves by wrestling, and angrboda and loki both would kinda just be like, well yeah, that’s a natural way for them to resolve their issues. hel, who is just as strong as each of them, honestly, but if there was something bigger - stuff like stealing from each other, or trying to sneak out, or genuinely hurting each other - with words or with physical blows - it would be very much like “well, no, we’re just gonna have a family meeting and we’re gonna talk this through,” and it’d be like, “well, why did you do this? okay. and why did you respond in that way?”

bc loki... he grew up resenting his brother, and he knows that it isn’t thor’s fault, and i think that really makes him hate himself a lot, and he’d never want any of his children to feel less loved or less important than the others.

angrboda and loki both would be very particular about one-on-one time with each of them - loki would want to work on shapeshifting with jormungandr esp, as well as just general lessons in seidr with all three of them, teaching them music, teaching them stories, etc etc. 

i think that loki would actually be the “softer” parent, and the easier one to ask for something difficult, but the thing is like... i think both angrboda and loki would have a relatively distinct sense of discipline and insisting the kids have specific bed times and spend enough time studying and the like. both would be very patient, though, and neither of them would be the yelling type - both would be a lot more Cold Disappointment. 

I JUST !! HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS