#fenrir chain breaker

[sarcastic-salem]

I fucking pray this shit does not get passed. I mean, ACLU would be all over it if it did but still……Like seriously, I get SNAP benefits. I can’t afford to buy groceries without it. This is fucking eugenics at its finest. Jfc.

Fenrir, help us broke bitches out.

[untameddwildsunseen]

Introduction

Welcome to the untamed wilds traveler. Take a rest by the river and speak to this wolf all your worries.

Anyway, hello there! You all may call me The Fenrir, or Fenrir when not using formalities. I have many identities, but this one is where I will chronicle my journey with my alterhumanity. That, answer asks about our knowledge of the communities I inhabit, or just generally whatever alterhuman posts I am feeling like posting about.

I do not know everything as I am not a therian and I am not physically alterhuman (to my knowledge at least). So I cannot talk about experiences on those. I have only been awakened fully since this year. I presume I have been awakened longer, approximately 2-3 years, without knowledge of the terms. Though, topics I am open to talking about are what I am, which I will explain later in this post. I am also willing to talk about my own experiences and how my alterhumanity affects me and my day to day life. Though, I should warn that I will talk about the negative sides as well. Things such as negative shifts (as I experience them) and the negative sides to my alterhumanity. Though, I will combat those posts with positive ones.

Some more information, I am 21 years old and have several queer identities. The more important ones being that I am a (trans)demiboy, demiaroace, and polyam with 3 lovely partners.

Identities

In this portion I will be explaining my experiences with my identities. Is it a lot of labels? Perhaps. Though, I think it's generously also organizes each one. In each label I will explain what they are for anyone awakening or wanting to know about linktypes.

Otherkin

A basic understanding is that otherkin are those who involuntarily identify as something not of this world. Such examples include gods, aliens, elemental, dragons, vampires, zombies, et cetera.

Type(s):

Drago~ Specifically a chaos/space dragon. I get intense shifts, especially of the phantom and astral variety. I am naturally carnivorous and I have only experienced primarily good feelings during shifts.

Copingkin

To note: This is a term underneath the otherkin umbrella, as otherkin includes coping based identities. I prefer to separate these two terms due to how different my experiences with these terms effect my day to day life.

My understanding of copingkin in that one involuntarily identifies as a certain being as a means to cope. This could be for a variety of reasons. One can be a domestic breed of dog, another can be a character from Baulder's Gate 3, and maybe someone identifies as the nemean lion.

Type(s):

Fenrir~ Ah, what this blog is based on. Anyway, I intensely awakened as the fenrir this year due to what I perceived as severe betrayal where I reacted in a way similar to the Norse story "The Binding of Fenrir." I only Identify as the Norse myth version as it was the closest to my feelings and shifts. My shifts tend to be very negative. Perception shifts tend to be the most common and the hardest to come down from for me. It's not all bad though.

Fictionkin

Those identifying as fictionkin are those who involuntarily identify as a character from a piece of media. From books to shows/movies, to video games. Is it a fictional character one involuntarily identifies as? They could definitely be fictionkin.

Type(s):

Julian Devorak (The Arcana: A Mystic Romance)~ This is my oldest type surprisingly. His martyr personality and his fatal flaw of sacrificing himself and working himself into the ground is what made me connect and see me as him. Along with uncanny similarities between our lives. I don't shift often with him. It is more of a situation where if I see art of him, I just think 'Oh hey, that is me.'

Otherhearted

This is a touch different than a kintype as you involuntarily identify with something, rather than as that something. Can be anything, or multiple anythings. It's what you involuntarily identify with that matters.

Type(s):

Lucifer (Clado?)~ There is no real one depiction of Lucifer I do not identify with. Though the strongest ones tend to be closer to the biblical depiction and the Netflix show Lucifer. This is possibly because of my journey with religion (I am not Christian in any sense other than agnostic). I don't have a lot of shifts to my knowledge, but that's fine by me.

Otherlink/Copinglink

Note: I have combined them due to what I have now learned.

Otherlink and Copinglink are synonyms. Normally used interchangeably. These are terms when one links to, or voluntarily identifies as, something for any reason. I tend to associate copinglink with coping with something, but that isn't the case for all. Use these terms however you wish. Anything can be linked to for any reason, like if it is for the fun of it.

Type(s):

Anatolian Shepherd/Saint Bernard Mix (Copinglink)~ I aim to please and am used to wrangling others together. I linked specifically to a domestic mutt as a means to cope with my copingkin and the negative feelings it brings about at times. Seeing myself as a big, goofy, lovable dog makes me feel at ease. Especially with my eagerness to please. It is also due partially because of how I love, like a dog. Even if I'm hurt.

Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical/The Odyssey) (Otherlink)~ I took some time to read The Odyssey (still in the process of it as well) and have been listening to EPIC. Telemachus reminds me of myself when I was younger and had more of an optimistic and ambitious outlook on life. He is partially a copinglink as I envy he and his father's relationship. The way he looks up to his father was the same way I did with my own. I knew something was there, but it didn't fully connect as a hearttype or as a kintype. So, linktype it was.

Questioning/Considering

Considering (Linktypes): Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical/The Odyssey)~ I am currently doing research by finishing the book and waiting for the musical to finish, which will not be until the end of this year I would assume for the musical. This is because some of the things that happen to him in The Odyssey I have never experienced (besides fighting off monsters) personally. Though, there is a part of me that feels a connection there somewhere.

Questioning (Theriotypes/Kintypes/Hearttypes): None at the moment.

Boundaries

Now, onto important information on this blog. My boundaries are to be followed. I am not afraid to block if someone completely disregards them.

I do not want to deal with drama. If I am wrong, respectfully let me know by sending a message, by reblogging the reply, or by commenting. I am learning and some labels I do not know much about. I am constantly learning, and constantly pursuing my own self-education on certain topics.

I still bleed the same blood. Do not harass me under any circumstances. Respect me and I will respect you in return. I enjoy a good jest every now and again, but even every now and again I do find some things over the line. Do not joke at my, or others, expense for laughs.

Do not harm others who are on my blog without just reasons. I am one who believes in innocent until proven guilty. This is due to some issues in my own past. I do not enjoy drama either as stated before. So if something is going on with a certain user, respectfully let me know and I will fix what I need in the way I choose to do it.

When doing asks, keep away from NSFW topics. While I am above the age of consent, I do not want to go into that on this blog. Nor am I interested in sharing any accounts as such. What I do is private, and is not exactly appropriate for my blog.

If I say to quit it, I mean it. When I say "quit it" I mean to cut it out and act your age. As it may be seen in my boundaries, you must give respect to earn respect. We talk thing out if something happens. I will not argue if someone is acting like a toddler with their arguments. (For example: an Anti telling me to end it. I consider it childish, showing that you have the emotional comprehension for others on the same level as a young child who knows no better.)

If you interact with the ask box, please be kind. While I may seem to be able to handle those who are acting like pains, I can be surprisingly sensitive. Coming at me guns-a-blazing or keyboard warrior like, I get extremely anxious when reading them. I spiral quickly. I tend to understand if people are upset, but if I feel threatened, I will bite back with a block. No questions asked there.

DNI

This will be interesting. Lets see how many respect my do not interact list. I will block anyone who doesn't respect my interaction boundaries.

Harmful paraphilias. Those who claim to be MAPs or Zoos and other similar paraphilias. I find them disgusting. I do not care to know if you are in recovery. Stay off of my blog.

Anti-Alterhuman (and others like them). I believe this is reasonable since this is my alterhuman blog. I do not want to interact with you, and the same for you to me. Out of mutual dislike, simply do not interact with me and just block me. Simple as that than telling me how I identify.

Transmeds/TERFs/Transphobes. I believe me stating that I am trans and a demiboy is simple enough to understand why I do not want these interactions. Though for those who are wanting more, I find them ignorant. I have dealt with enough people disrespecting my gender identity to have a short fuse with them. Especially if they bring up Christian rhetoric to back themselves up.

Homophobes. I also group up people against polyamory here too. But because my sexuality and romantic orientation are more complicated then I have stated, I do not wish to interact with closed-minded individuals. I respect you, you respect me. Once again, Christian rhetoric against the LGBTQ+ community are not welcome. As for those against polyamory, it's okay if you have been hurt or it is not your style. It does not mean you have a right to telling me how to live my life. I will not tell you how to live your life. Give me the same respect.

Proshippers and the likes. I find them disgusting as well. While it may be fictional, it doesn't make it morally correct. I do not like what is there or the impact it has on the youth. The possibilities of normalizing unhealthy dynamics is extremely harmful. I lived through the box office openings of Twilight and its fanfiction movie (I will not give out the name). This ruined how my generation saw love (Not everyone, but looking back at what was coming out at the time).

Racists and other harmful ideologies. I think this is pretty self explanatory. While I am not POC myself, I have friends who are and I will always have their back. Sentient beings deserve respect as much as the next. Let us respect one another in this shared space we call the internet.

Hardcore Christians (extremists, cults, et cetera). Seem weird or a bit ironic being Luciferhearted. Though I have good reason for this in my "Do Not Interact". I have dealt with Christian rhetoric before, and I don't exactly appreciate being told something I don't exactly believe. I'm agnostic/pagan. Abrahamic religion need to give me proof of their beliefs. Though I do believe their figures and god have a place. Though, I actively choose to believe more in the pagan gods of old. Such as those of the Nordic and Hellenic pantheons.

Minors (Below 18 years old). With me being 21, I do not feel comfortable being in an area around minors. Even though the blog is safe for work, I would like users interacting being a minimum of 18 years of age.

(User boxes made by: @/kthecritter)

[sarenth]

Hail Fenrir!

Face Ragnarök Like Fenrir

At times like these I also take inspiration from Fenrir.

They put their hand in your mouth, bite it off.

They tie you up, break those fetters.

They may finally tie you down and put a sword in your mouth. What will fall out of your mouth is hope.

They cannot contain you.

Your fetters will break. You will be free. Vengeance will be yours.

Hail Fenrir.

Ves þú heil!

[lokavisi]

Great Wolf of Ragnarök, Breaker of Chains! Be with us as we bring end to unjust systems that no longer serve us. Guide us on our path to reparations, to radical change, and to breaking all of the chains that bind us. May we embrace the wolves within ourselves and in one another. Hail Fenrir!

(I've been doing a little Heathen mentorship with a friend and they loved this invocation I wrote so much that I wanted to share.)

[lady-quen]

So, you've come for me Yes, and this will be your last! So, a challenge. Yes, a challenge. Now face me.

The prophecy has come to you Immortal doom between me and you The spear is thrown, the bite is true The harmony of death brings life anew

I am the breaker of chains, I am the wolf of war I am the Ragnarök, Fenrir will hunt you Down, down, down

How edgy? Yes

[chicken-blitz13]

Fenrir, the breaker of chains!

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

Random thought of the night: I might give my Miraak the title 'Breaker of Chains', Daenerys Targaryen style. It just fits for two reasons:

1) My Miraak's original birthname is 'Fenrir', the great wolf of Norse Mythology who was chained by the Gods until he broke said chains and Ragnarok-ed,

2) Canonically, Miraak did break his chains by rebelling against the dragon cult/dragons; it didn't end very well, as he was chained by Mora right afterwards, but! I certainly imagine some of his people and fellow supporters call him the 'Breaker of Chains' instead of 'Traitor'. 😤

[notthesomefather]

Long, personal post incoming. I'm really excited--last night I was meditating on self worth and banishing shame, and I experienced a really moving connection with Fenrir.

context: I'd never prayed to or worked with Fenrir before. I've had anger issues and I thought invoking Fenrir would be opening a can of worms (anger-wise) that I wouldn't be able to control.

Last night I meditated into a vision space and was asking ancestors for help, getting no reply. I was at the base of my family tree pounding at the trunk, screaming for someone to help me. Finally something big and dark landed beside me, a shadowy shape of a man.

I heard a voice say: "You have the rage of a warrior. but not the discipline of one." I stayed quiet. Still in shadow he asked: "Do you see me?"

I paused, trying to see him more clearly. I saw his face change to that of a wolf and I immediately knew this was Fenrir.

"Yes," I said.

"Are you ready to know me?" he asked. I paused, remembering my old fears about honoring Fenrir. But I took a deep breath.

"Yes," I said.

And I was filled with this IMMENSE energy. My whole body felt like it was shaking, but with power. Ideas and images filled my head, and I could see my shame more objectively rather than something which bound me. His comment about discipline and rage needing to be in balance spoke to me greatly. I know now how I can use or express my anger, without letting it dominate me.

I didn't hear a clear voice like before but the definite vibe I got was: "To hell with anyone or anything which tightens your chains."

Hail the Mighty Wolf, Hail the Breaker of Chains, Hail Fenrir!

[citrusai]

fenris being a nod to fenrir, breaker of chains, translated in english to fenris-wolf and solas god of trickery and pride being a nod to loki, the god of mischief and deception, who went against his peers in the lokasenna, chained for eternity with chains crafted from the innards of his sons vali & narfi, snake venom dripping down upon him as the ground shakes, until ragnarok comes to pass when they eventually break. and the death of the gods and their world as they know it begins. where fenrir was foretold to break free of his chains and kill the all-father, odin. who was loki's blood brother and by relation fenrir's uncle.

and they never cross paths in the game. ok.

[ocean-in-my-witchy-soul]

Hail Fenrir

Hail to the Bound One of Niflheim

Hail to the mighty Wolf-Father

Hail to the Breaker of Chains that bind

Bless and bide with us this day.

[honoringthor]

Fenrir, Norse Pagan Breaker of Chains

[carminewill]

GENTLENESS STARTLES HIM. It does not matter that he moved his great head to touch her first. It has been thousands of years since he felt gentleness. His breath subtly shudders, an ache so old in his bones now feeling exposed to the air once again under lithe fingers. It is almost CRUEL how much something so gentle can make him ache; something that likely means very little to her in contrast to him. He has not felt anyone's touch in so long that it feels more akin to stories than memories. The last ones he had felt were CRUELTY. The last touch had been that of gods betraying him, HURTING HIM, relishing in the pain they inflicted upon him. And then he was alone for so long just to be a weapon of war when he finally escaped his sufferings.

Fenrir does not point out the fact that should he bite, he could easily half of her even in this small form. His orange eyes simply stare at her before they slowly close and he gives a small grunt. He does not react even upon feeling subtle movement from the spear ; only has his eyes snap open again when magic thrives in the air. One could forgive the tense uneasiness as he assesses the threat. IT IS NOT ONE. After a moment he allows himself to relax again and breathe in the sweetness to help his muscles relax. It tugs at an ancient memory, older than this world. Back when he was a pup not yet separated from his mother or his serpentine brother or half-skeletal sister, times in a cottage in the forest and warmed by fire and the smell of nature around them. Forests that had welcomed them and watched them play but could do little to save them when the gods eventually arrived. The memory and magic offer the luxury of comfort he has been unfamiliar with.

HE IS SILENT. Even as she pulls and the spear snags on muscles and brings forth fresh blood, he does not make a noise beyond a soft exhale. How much pain must he endure to be silent in the face of such agony? TOO MUCH. Only at the finally tug does a weak yelp of pain finally leave the chain-breaker's muzzle, ears flat against his head as he jolts before falling still again. He can feel her touch against his wounds, blood spilling and staining her fair skin. " Better. " He manages to say after a moment. The relief is immediate despite the pain, temper soothed without the weapon deep in his flesh. " Thank you. " He adds, gratuity not forgotten but merely delayed in pain. " That would be most helpful. I don't know anything about healing. " He confesses to her. Any wounds he had were left to heal alone - certainly a factor in the scars he carries. Even now she can likely see the eternal imprint of chains coiled around his body, hidden under fur. " Should I stay put, or move? I think... I could manage either. " He asks, gaze focused on her for what she would like. If it wasn't far at least he could manage when he was too weak to change forms now.

　𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐓, 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄. her knowledge may be vast, for her mind is a library in which each tome and each book has been written by a different and unique author, but her solitude has ultimately eroded the pages at the edges and smudged the back ink of the roundest vowels ( ... ) his presence is an anomaly in the familiar tedium of her existence, an occurrence so rare that her lithe fingers itch with the selfish desire to unravel it all and consume even its smallest and least fanciful portions. her touch is gentle 'pon his muzzle, hers is the tender caress of one who wishes to heal rather than to harm ; for but a fleeting moment, the she - fox allows her her hand to remain there, amidst dark furs and clots of dried blood, where his breath is warm and tickles her wrist with each puff that he exhales.

a honey - dulcet smile pulls onto the corners of plush tiers. ❝ but remember that if you bite me, i will bite you back. ❞ a playful pat accompanies her taunting words before she slowly moves to the side, carefully positioning her much smaller physique beside the spear that juts towards the stars - lit sky like a tremendous omen. there is a brief lapse of time in which she merely observes, in an almost religious silence, the weapon that was meant to slay this gargantuan beast: it is divine in nature, wielded by equally divine hands, although she does fail in recognizing the ancient magic that still mars its expanse like too bright finger - prints. her fingers coil around the spear and instinctively, her muscles tense. but before she may pull, ahri allows her own ancestral magic to seep ( ... ) out of her heart, down the curves of her body, until its warmth has completely doused the air around them ▬▬ in its rich sweetness, is a bewitching balm to soothe the incoming pain and pleasantly dull the senses.

not a word is spoken, before she tugs on the weapon. the sound of torn, raw flesh is an agonizing scratch against her sensitive ears and the vulpine has to brace herself to remain wholly focused on the task at hand. finally, with one last pull, the spear falls at her feet. there is blood, the scent of lacerated muscles and scorched furs and ahri hastily leans forward to press both her hands against the open wound ; there is no doubt to how deep the weapon had been lodged inside of his body, but she does not doubt her abilities to tend to him. ❝ it's done, it's done ... ❞ despite the concern woven within her words, there is a relieved expression 'pon the flushed reds of her doll - like lineaments. ❝ how are you feeling, now ? my cottage is not too far from here, i could prepare some healing ointments for you. ❞

[thewoodbinewitch]

Locked my keys in my car, struggled with a garden stake through the slightly cracked sunroof to press the unlock button. I was missing it a bunch until I prayed to the breaker of locks Fenrir and now I owe him a t bone steak.

[moonstoneandlabradorite]

Fenrir

[xxdoggodxx]

"Breaker of Chains"

Little devotional piece I made for Fenrir for his altar since it's basically impossible to find a good statuette of him that doesn't depict him being betrayed or harmed in some way.