#fenrik

[risingada]

When: 1st June 2024 Where: The Compound Who: @fenriksblade

As was such a common occurrence it would be a surprise to absolutely no one, Dawn was parking her car outside the compound, a bag full of food on the passenger seat. The season had just kicked off, which meant she was busy. Training, games, media days, and fan engagement consumed Dawn's life. When she wasn't working, she was recovering and focusing on doing things she loved. To put it simply, she was busy, but more importantly she was happy.

Which of course, led to a surplus of food and the desire to eat it with her favourite person (and share leftovers with her grumpy friends) when she had the time. As she let herself in, her cousin was no where to be seen, but Fenrik was. She set her bag down on a counter top, asking, way too casually, "Who are those guys in the big truck outside?"

[vampireb1tez]

Some art that my good buddy good pal @kiwipineappleparasol made me for my birthday yesterday! My blorbos… they’ve been honored…

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 4.28.23 WHERE: Compound; Bloodhearth WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade​ )

Elba had flipped her phone open in total anticipation of dialing one number in particular, where she would spend her evening asking about the mundane while pacing around her cabin, her cell tucked between her ear and shoulder until her neck was begging for mercy. Instead, she allowed her feet to carry her where she wished. Where they could speak of their boring lives face to face. Elba stepped foot into her car, a 2015 Acura NSX. There was still disbelief that she’d even won the thing last August in a street race, the midnight blue finish one of the prettiest things she’d ever seen. With the vehicle finally registered in her own name, she was more than ready to whip it all around town. Modestly. Maybe, maybe race it too. If Fenrik could look under the hood and approve everything first off.

“Are you open for business?” Elba had greeted him after her Converse had hit the pavement of his garage, tossing him her keys. She’d immediately made herself and her car right at home, a coy smile playing at her lips as it did every time she thought of, talked to, or looked at the redcap now.

[mars-imelo]

Down with the Arch Consul 🔥 Birthday gift for @/mielothe in IG, of our dnd characters and @jjb-art's Fenrik!!

[hildasantos]

when: april 29th where: hilda’s cabin, bloodhearth who: @fenriksblade​

With her hand clenched around a cold glass of vodka — on the rocks, of course — Hilda stared across her cabin, watching her friends interact with Priscilla. Even Fenrik had come, which she hadn’t been sure of. They hadn’t spoken since their argument, when he’d said he didn’t care about her personal life. That’s what had made her unsure he’d come to meet Priscilla. There wasn’t anything more personal than that. 

It was maybe the hit of the ethereum she had taken when she’d “gone to the toilet” fifteen minutes ago, but, for whatever reason, Hilda felt a strange warmth. For one night, she could pretend this was her real life. Married. Surrounded by friends. She could pretend she had a sense of belonging and happiness she hadn’t since she’d left the circus. She could pretend she’d found contentedness. The only thing she couldn’t do, was get used to the feeling. None of it was real. Priscilla wasn’t real. She and Fenrik were fighting. It was all a house of cards, even if it was one she liked the feeling of it, for now. 

[aghxst]

No matter the cost 

[nadiacattaneo]

When: 15th April 2023 Where: Nadia’s ship, Port Grave Who: @fenriksblade​

The thing with being a captain, that a lot of her crew could never grasp, was the business of it all. Sure, a lot of the fun came from the hunt, the thrill of finding the treasure they’d set out for, the drinks shared whilst inspecting their ways on the way back to the island. But as soon as they hit the shore, it was all about turning that into a real profit. Money spoke a lot louder than jewels, after all. Especially when you were like Nadia, with a taste for the finer things in life. 

And today, that’s where Fenrik came in.“And your team can handle that?” She was skeptical, of course. The plan was, for all its purposes, a risky one. But if they pulled it off it could benefit them all. Nadia dealt in gold, Fenrik in weapons. And the people they sold to wanted power. There was money in it all.

[elbasanluis]

Of course it felt selfless in the moment, trying to grasp at his pain like a bunch of straws to take away. But it was entirely too selfish to compare their pain or their mistakes. This did not stop Elba from gulping hard and dry, "The moment you start to blame yourself, it's all I can do too. Your flaws are mine -- ours," a small nod of her head in refence to the compound said she wasn't not only speaking for herself. With a racing mind, it was hard to discern where she wanted to go with her words and what road she'd actually ended up on.

As if her focus wasn't staggered enough, now her shaking fingertips were meant to dig in deeper to relieve him of the physical torture those horrid people still made him endure. She had figured the bullets were laced with poison when the wounds appeared more charcoal in color than crimson. Anger had no room inside her heart when guilt had taken the place and been squatting for months. It'd never leave her be, as she took in his sight.

"Sit," the broken wolf managed to squeak. For the first time, this was not a job she felt fit for. Her stomach felt queasy as she cleaned wound after wound. Her knees went weak when she'd pieced his skin with a sanitized needle. She attempted to put him back together, as her pieces melted away. With the back of a bloodied hand, Elba covered her nose and looked away. She appeared as if she was going to become sick. The mental toll had become physical.

Her eyes stayed on his dark ones, unable to search his body for more wounds. Her insides were burning how she was sure his skin was. "I haven't seen this much blood since Lori-Jane." It was a relief, oddly, to have Lori's torn-apart body in mind over their loved ones. Somebody who deserved to go out in such a heinous manner.

It dawned on her that he shouldn't have been alive still. The intentions were written into his paled skin. "How in the world did you walk away from this still intact? Every sign tells me you shouldn't be here right now." It's why she felt a sudden rush of death because he looked and reeked of it. Yet, had escaped. How?

Fenrik couldn’t be sure if the overwhelming emotions had hit him because it was so close to the anniversary of their deaths or because of the ordeal he had just been put through over these past two weeks. For a moment, he didn’t even notice Elba was there. He just looked around from the couch he sat on, still beaten and broken, though surely healing. 

As she spoke, his eyes moved back to her, his surroundings coming back to him. “This isn’t fate. Just a series of unfortunate events,” he whispered. “It was me. You had– have– nothing to do with this.” Although, he might have accidentally dragged her and the entire gang into this, but he had known that would happen. It was just one more reason they all needed to die. “They all have to die one way or another. It has to end. It’s the only way.” That was how it had always worked. 

“Can you–?” he started as he shifted where he sat. “I’ve definitely got a bullet or two that you’ll need to get out.”

[mediumsizedwildcat]

i've only had Taliesin for 2 hours but if anything were to happen to him... well.

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

You guys know that "all my friends are pretty" moodboard trend? Yeah, I want to do that with ocs.

I had to make it with all my video game blorbos 🥺 the WYGTYAverse (and the BG3 crossover with Hjaldir) are the first ones, and the Dragon Age ones are the last 2.

I'd love to see more of everyone's ocs with this template! If you want to, of course! I'm going to tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @thelavenderelf @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @nerevar-quote-and-star @illumiera @dirty-bosmer @blossom-adventures absolutely no pressure if you don't want to do this, as always 💖💖

[risingada]

When: 30th October Where: The Compound Who: @fenriksblade

It had started early in the summer, when Dawn was throwing herself into her training as a distraction from what had happened with the men at the compound - from those dead eyes that had stared into her. Of course, work was never an appropriate distraction, she knew that more than most. But it was when she started to see those very familiar eyes, the dead ones that had since been haunting her, she felt like she was going crazy. She ignored it, she had to. But as the warm months went on and she tried to live out her life she couldn't help the unnerving feeling she was being watched. And that man --

As she entered the kitchen of The Compound, she let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good. You're here."

[stromuprisahat]

Poor girl was casted to stand idly by, so she’s suspected they just didn’t bother writing her any lines. You don’t even notice her properly untill she’s used as a leverage against her boss/lover (Wait, according to wiki, it’s “close, familial bond”... Ok.) ... and underused angst source when he realizes he needs to kill her, since he doesn’t seem too torn up about it.

Late Spn seasons sucked, but Eileen was a decent character even before she became love interest.

I love how Blood Origin is priding itself on having the most boring deaf representation ever.

When SPN managed to have Eileen who:

a) was a badass

b) love interest to one of the main characters

c) had a goddamn personality.

Sorry, Netflix. Ya’ll ain’t special.

[vampireb1tez]

Refined my oc Fenrik’s look a bit. I haven’t drawn him in at least two years (a travesty) so I thought I’d make him absolutely haggard. Really bring out the “feral mountain man” in him.

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 4.20.23 WHERE: Compound; Bloodhearth WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade )

There’d been the day rain turned to hail turned to blood. The morning she was pulled from the comforting confines of her bed, dragged out by her ankles, and onto the splintering floorboards below. The least horrific occurrence had been the most unnerving, coming home to a sparkling clean cabin, candles lit, and an outfit laid across the bed. One Elba had never purchased nor worn. A day she felt unsafe in the home crafted by her own two hands, was not one she’d ever seen coming. Her denial was deep enough to believe this was all in her head. She was coping. She- she was coping. When you’d cheated death enough, there were bound to be consequences you were meant to forever live with. Something to remind you of your own mortality.

Three separate targets had been set up in accordance with the events, pinned to bales of hay stacked at different heights. Each pull of the bow was shot at a different target. One hundred times she needed to hit each. Three-hundred pulls of the bow’s string needed to be precise. If a bullseye was missed a single time, the counting began again. She’d not made a mistake yet but had been at it for an excruciating two, almost three, hours. With each pull of the bow, her nose flared and she breathed out steadily. Her hands sweat profusely underneath the protective gloves she was forced to wear after her string burns began bleeding. Her grip tightened, desperate for friction to remain. Her goal was to hit the one-hundred-and-six-fifth shot. 

Not feeling safe within her own home or within her own head was blamed on one person alone. Lori’s face centered on the next red bullseye, two brown eyes falling into focused slits. And before the arrow could shoot off where Elba led, the wooden handle splintered in half between her palm. “Son of a bitch,” she swore, wiping the perspiration off her head with the hand that held the arrow. There might’ve not been much hope for this wooden weapon, but it didn’t stop Elba from striding inside the garage with slouched shoulders. She didn’t shout over the music Fenrik listened to while he worked. She just waited for him to notice her, then held up the broken bow with a deep shrug.

“Fix it?” she mouthed, wondering if he could work that magic.

[mars-imelo]

"I'm telling you this for your own sake: stay away from V.S." Last session sketch

Fenrik (left) belongs to @jjb-art

[hildasantos]

when: 3rd august where: wing restaurant who: @fenriksblade

"Okay, so the game is this," Hilda said, sat across from Fenrik at the high table in the local wing dive. It was dingy and grimy, but shouldn't all good wing places be? "We start with the least spicy wing and work our way up. First one to crack and need milk to cool their mouth down loses. You in?" She didn't offer any sort of reward, she couldn't afford to pay a bet, but that wasn't the fun for her.