#fenrir the writer

[theoldoor]

oh god their hugs… THEIR HUGGSSS AAARRRGGHHH (beats and punch the wllas and dies) (more rambles down below pls read imsick)

theyre so tender and gentle with one another im actually sick and i want to die and i want them to die and i want them to i want them t

FUCKKK THEYRE NOT EVEN CANON i didnt write for aventurine and fenrir to be canonically together romantically and everything i post about them is literally just me acting like a fellow shipper and as if fenrir was canon “theyre so canon” but i literally wrote them to not be canon this post is just going to be indulgences, headcanons abt them bc i know they wont act like this but please let me have some crumbs im literally yearnmaxxing rn

i know i posted this yesterday but i want to expand more on it because yesterday i was in a rush while making that post RUGHGHUG

you know boothill visits talia every now and then, he’s a galaxy ranger and talia from what i’ve seen is going to be western themed or at least like steampunk/western/rdr2 type shit so he’s going to crash by. Fenrir, is there of course, with Hermia. Fenrir has been taking care of Hermia alone for all the years he had been in Talia - Boothill met Hermia once, and she reminded him a lot of how he was when he was younger but she was left alone unlike him being in the care of Graey and Nick. Boothill knows he shouldn’t get attached to the girl, but she was just a little child, so for the short time he had been there he would come visit Avidity often to check up on her - he does miss his daughter.

Though, he when he returned another time, he saw Fenrir. He hated Fenrir at first, considering his cold-blooded and indifference to the situation Avidity was in at the time. However, he would also see how gentle and caring Fenrir was when it comes to Hermia, and then he sees - Fenrir was a survivor, doing everything to live in Talia - especially in such a rugged clan and yet he didn’t let that overshadow his humanity. It’s a hard thing to accept about Fenrir, how he could be so cruel and yet so caring. He was still inherently bad, even if his reasons explains it - it doesn’t justifies.

I want for boothill and Fenrir to have that father-son relationship and Fenrir is Hermia’s brother. You know a little happy family. (IM FUCKIN SICK I HATE FOUDN FAMILY I HATE FOUND FAMILY I FAHATE TAKHTAHHAHTHE). Fenrir is the ‘cool older brother’ who gets you in silly troubles and is awfully attentive and Aventurine would come in later and keep him in line so that he wouldn’t cause too much silly shits.

I never knew Nick and Graey dynamic, but I guess it’s something of the same. Nick being the one who taught Boothill how to ride horses and yk the outdoorsy stuff while Graey took care of the gentler and more domestic skills for Boothill. (theyre so bestfriends am i right) - I could see Nick being the Fenrir and Graey being the Aventurine lol and Boothill seeing them together- it’s kinda like. Even in the worst, there will be humanity. Aventurine and Fenrir are both inherently bad and had blood on their hand, but that doesn’t mean those same hands can care and heals.

i NEED THEM DEAD and theyre literally just comforting each other and taking care the others sh wounds im going to jumpp and die

fenrir would be the type to do some stupid shit or say something so outrageously idiotic that makes u forget u were supposed to have a panic attack i love them i will expand more on this… tmr’s post….

[voiceoftheoldways]

Blessings to all this Tyr’s Day.

See twilight chained, the day prolonged;

Be then of that day its sun

With honour shining,

Your deeds a lamp

Against the offending shade.

[heartbreak-one-oh-one]

don't give your heart to a wandering wolf (he’ll swallow it like the sun)

don't make a pet of a wandering wolf

 

how soft his pelt 

how kind his eyes

don’t give all your trust to a wandering wolf

 

how gentle his paws 

how friendly his grin 

don’t spend your life with a wandering wolf 

he’ll howl and 

cavort and 

play fetch with you 

he’ll roll in the grass  

he’ll invite belly rubs 

don’t pour all your soul into that wandering wolf 

he’ll look sad and endearing  

whining at your front door

don’t give your heart to that wandering wolf 

he’ll grip it oh so gently 

in his jaws 

caressing 

pulsing muscle with glinting canines 

don’t give your heart to a wandering wolf 

he’ll swallow it like 

he swallows the sun 

  that pelt; 

the velvet-night 

           those eyes; 

the last glinting stars

              those paws; 

the falling sky 

  that grin; 

the waning silver moon-sliver 

quick and deep,

he’ll swallow you.

 

- d.l.y.y.

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, interlude

A little thing on @corneille-but-not-the-author @soupedepates and me's ongoing story that strays from my editorial line (the brooding big bad wolf) but is important nonetheless

Enjoy :D

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"Are you sulking, uncle ?"

I sigh for the thirteenth time today. I don't know how many times my nephew, ten years old and kicking, has asked me this question, but it is starting to get old. Even if I am currently destroying him at Wii:Sports.

Luckily for me the Wii is one of the only consoles I can play easily on, especially competitive games. I have a high-quality prosthesis, but there's still some games requiring too much cinetic accuracy for an artificial hand.

I am also very lucky Fen, being the hyperactive preteen he is, absolutely loves Wii:Sports.

It still doesn't discourage him to ask inappropriate questions.

"No, I am not."

"You look like you do, tho. Did you get dumped or what ?"

Children. I roll my eyes and send his Mii flying with a sucker punch remarkably well placed. Eh, I am boxing as a hobby.

The truth is, it may appear as so to Fen, used to smiles and me playing a lot with him, especially now, in the beginning of March, that both of us are technically on student leave. But I don't think I am sulking. Not particularily.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we ? Yesterday I was supposed to see Domhildr at the union's meeting. She invited me there after a little bit of texting, because as a student, I am not part of any unions. Even if I do involve myself in some actions with the CGT when i have the time. I was not here to plan a revolution, tho. I was here to talk to her.

We had no words for each other. Just a hug and a "I missed you" that hid, so, so much more. After that, the meeting started, and, even if it was not going well, I still had hope to find time to talk afterwards. Maybe get a drink or chill at a café. Take some time for ourselves.

And then, well. The middle aged leftist fucker had the nerve to call her a tramp in front of our faces. I knew how this would end. I tried to calm her down, even if I probably wasn't that convincing, furious as I was ; couldn't stop her to blurt out the longest streak of insults in Arabic I have ever heard coming out of her mouth.

I was, without lying, astonished. That woman is beautiful even when she spits out profanities, that isn't fair for the rest of the world.

She got out after that, and even if the poor goth lady she gave the mic to tried to speak again, no one heard her. The men exploded in anger about "how women can't control themselves in a serious place" and "it wasn't the time and place to let out petty grievances". I had to raise my voice a lot of times, and even then, couldn't bring back silence.

It's when the meeting ended I noticed the bastard was long gone.

And outside, no trace of Domhildr. Just blood drops not far from the entrance.

Needless to say I panicked. Called her countless times on her phone. Got no answer. Called Oli, who after laughing at my expense (deserved, and God knows I love you, Oli) told me they didn't have any news, either. Spent the evening, then the night in a state of absolute panic. I was, actually, this close to go to the police. maybe the infamous Sigismund Warsowar could help me, after all.

Kriss was the only thing stoppping me from doing so, with very valid arguments including but not limited to "you did exactly the same to her and it was not a lot of blood, she should be safe and sound, wait tomorrow if no one has news". She invited Brynja for the evening, and I have to admit I forgot about that for a fleeting time.

But we are in the beginning of the afternoon, and I still didn't got any call.

So maybe I am sulking, in the eyes of my nephew. But I am first and foremost worried.

Fen is looking at me with his ten years-old all-knowing eyes. I swear, that kid knows something I don't.

"Com"on, uncle Tyr, tell meeeee.... It's not funny when you're sulking, I don't like beating you up that way."

"HA ! You're the one beaten up, squirt."

"That's not truuuuuuue ! I got you once !"

Yeah, once. But you're ten, I'll let you have this.

Especially since I've spent so little time with you those last few years. Let's not take away the joy you get in seeing me.

"I'll go check if the cookies we put in the oven are baking properly, don't start a new game, I say standing up. Or even better, choose another one, since apparently it's not funny when I beat you."

"You're avoiding the question !"

"No I'm not. Keep to the Wii or the Switch, will you ?"

He sticks his tongue towards me, but says nothing else, lets me reach the kitchen. Well, the first batch of cookies, delicacy allowed only when I'm here to cook with them, is almost over. We still have like, three to do. Because Fen wants to do enough for all his friends at the school.

I miss the times I was only caring about making sure my friends are well-fed before learning about fractions or the French Revolution.

While I'm away, I hear a ring. Fen shouts from the living room loud enough to cover it.

"Phone for you, uncle Tyr !"

"Can you take it for me ? I'll be right back !"

The few notes I've heard are telling me it's a friend calling, maybe Oli or Aarni, they both have similar ringtones. Can't tell anyway, the kid picked up the call almost immediatly.

"Hello hello, Fen af Mundir-Lameni here, how can I help you today~"

I snort from the kitchen while the oven starts beeping. every time when he takes a phone call he has to get all gentlemanly. The pride of a child is not to be underestimated. It's cute.

Some words are spoken, but I cannot hear them, I am too busy putting a second cookie batch on the oven. Before I hear Fen bursting out laughing, and see his little brown head behind the door with the biggest smile on his face.

"Uncle Tyyyyyr ? That's your girlfrieeeeeend !"

Wait what ? But Brynja doesn't have that ringtone, and she litteraly left this morning, why would she call me-

"his what ?"

...

The voice on the other side of the phone, that a grinning Fen just put on speaker, is not Brynja's. It's Domhildr's. Who, of course, is calling me when I don't have access to my phone.

And now my damn nephew is laughing like a little devil and my ears are so, so red I think my brain is gonna implode from the heat. Fuck.

I held my hand out trying to hide the deep embarassment gripping on my limbs.

"Give me that."

"Sure, uncle~ Enjoy your talk !"

I roll my eyes and take the phone in my hand.

"Hey, Domi. Sorry about that-"

"It's fine. It's fine. Children, am I right... Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, It's just- Something happened, and-"

She takes a deep breath. Enough for me to notice she's talking far more fast than usual.

"Is everything alright ? You sound frantic."

"... A lot of things happened, but I'm alright. I promise. and uh, I know yesterday was cut short, so, are you- are you available by any chance ? I really really really gotta see you."

Well. We will have the cockroach on our backs, but aside that this is the opportunity I was waiting for.

"I'm at Kriss' right now, and won't move for the rest of the day. Come meet me there when you can, alright ? We made cookies. We'll just have Fen on our backs. He's on winter break."

"Lucky kid... Alright I'm coming. Cookies sound nice. See you, Tyr."

She hangs up. I sigh.

Well, I have another reason to finish all of those batches.

***

The door rings just in time for the last batch of cookies to get out of the oven. Fen, of course, leaves me there to run towards it in a hurry, smiling with all his teeth ; he even open it with a laugh caused from almost tripping on his own feet.

"Auntie Domi !"

Said auntie steps back just in time to avoid the preteen bullet. I roll my eyes.

"Fen, that's not a way to say hello to auntie."

We're used to it, by now. Fen has a lot of aunties and uncles, among my friends, or Kriss', all the people that saw him grow up. It's so he can forget the real family is awful and there's a reason we only see them on Christmas or some events we're forced to come.

So I'm probably psychoting if I say out loud I swear this time feels different.

Maybe it's because of Fen's huge grin.

"Sorry auntie..."

"Hello to you too, kid."

She turns towards me. Her left eye is twitching a bit. Stressed ? I am, too. This time, i'm sure, there will be no interruptions. an occasion to talk, after all this time.

Well, no interruption, except...

"Fen, can you put auntie's bike in mom's garage, please ? And then, if you could play in your room, that will be appreciated."

He groans.

"But I wanted to see auntie..."

"Later. We... Kinda need to discuss a lot of things, between adults."

Lord, Kriss would be so proud of me. Even prouder that I manage to send her son away without earning me as much as a grimace. Domhildr even turns towards me with a tiny smirk and I feel even more accomplished.

"Auntie", huh ?"

"You'll have all the occasion to sass me later, Domhildr. Come inside, don't stay here, I'll make us some tea."

She's sat in front of a whole plate of cookies, and speculoos I stole in Kriss's stash especially for that. I'll repay them later, and I'm sure she won't cuss me out for feeding a friend. That is litteraly inhaling them while I let the water for the tea boil.

"Still green mint tea ?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She's sill eating the biscuits, but I can see her eye twitch even more. Sometimes her finger is repeteadly tapping on the table. I'm not exactly at ease. That's probably why I'm running errands everywhere, fetching the mugs, then the tea (green mint for her, black with spices and cinnamon for me), then the tea bags, then other cookies. Haven't taken any time to sit down.

I fetch the tea, then the water, and starts pouring it. Green mint doesn't need as much time as black, it kinda gives me a little reprive. She's still looking at me with those eyes, her foot now swinging in the air.

"I don't remember if you take sugar in your tea, I ask knowing damn well she doesn't. I'll go get it if you want, wait a minute-"

"Are you gonna fucking pace all afternoon or are you finally going to talk, Tyrfing ?!"

Oh.

Shit.

I freeze, right in my place, the kettle still in my hand. Silent as a carp, unable to move in inch. Between my ears only cold.

"I came here to talk to you, goddamnit, she continues, voice cutting as a knife. Not listen to you pacing around the subject without ever saying a word about it ! Do you intend to talk or not ?!"

At this point

I don't know if I can answer.

I come back to the sofa, put down the kettle. Sit down. It takes me a long time to finally find a word that doesn't taste fake.

"... I'm sorry."

"Sure hope you are. Two months of no contact, you know how long that is, Tyr ? A fucking lot. Yes, even if you avoided everyone."

That is already more familiar. And the nickname feels far more warm than my full name. The one my loved ones only use when they're irremedialy mad at me.

It's not said with the cutting voice of my mother.

I lift my head. My eyes cross hers. Angry, face scrunched up, mouth pinched yet covered in speculoos crumbs. It's almost cute, if you forget she is, arguably in a legitimate way, furiously mad at me.

"... I'm aware. Kriss already gave me an earful about that, as did Oli and Meili when I finally breached said no-contact."

And by Gods I don't ever wanna see those eyes on Kaizarz's face ever again.

"Also, I am really sorry about New Years, outside the bar. Not that it's an excuse, I smile albeit a little sadly, but I wasn't exactly in the right headspace and you took me by surprise."

And I didn't think you would love me, ever, when you're surrounded with so many people that love you as you are without making any of my kind of difficulties.

I still don't think you do. I can't believe that idea. Not now that you have Sigismund and Oli.

Domhildr downs another speculoos, drinks her tea. Closes her eyes.

"Look, man, one thing clear, I don't care if you don't love me. I don't dream. Just, next time, have the decency to reject me to my face, except of keeping fucking silent and then avoiding me for months-"

"I do."

"What ?-"

She blinks, puzzled. I can feel my guts clench, but I promised I would act like a damn adult, and that means putting all cards on the table. Even if I'll end up with the unavoidable rejection.

"I do. Love you, I mean."

Silence. I guess it's karma. Fine. I deserve that. A part of me wants to hide in a dark corner, forget that I'm 6'9'' and definitely not able to hide properly. Act like an adult, they said. Come on. Don't stay here, say something.

"... I know it's hard to believe, especially after the two months of no-contact and the whole trainwreck at the bar. I don't expect you to return any feelings, especially now that you have Sigismund. But, hey, at least it's said, innit-"

"Wa'Allah you are an absolute fucking idiot."

Is she

Is she crying now ?

"I told you, last time, didn't I ? I have enough place in my heart for a lot of people. You included. It's not 'cause Sigi's there that you're gonna get kicked out, jeez !"

She is standing up.

My poor sister is gonna scream about the amount of tea spilled on her carpet.

But right now

I can only see her face.

Her eyes, shining, filled with tears, focused on me.

I blink.

Is there

Something wet on my eyelids ?

"I thought- I thought you said that to cheer me up."

"For fuck's sake how low is your self-esteem ?!? Also do you think so little of me for imagining a second I could lie to you even to make you feel better ?!"

One step. Two steps. She's in front of me now.

Her fist right in my stomach.

It hurts.

She's strong.

Always been.

And I've always been so unjust toward her.

"Yes, I love you, you absolute giant asshole ! And for the record I didn't think I had a chance, either ! Are you even aware of how I felt when I had no peep from you after the whole blowout, and for what, months ?! I thought- I-"

Something is closing around me.

It's a tiny pair of arms.

"I thought you hated me, Tyr..."

She's snuggling against me now. And I, like it is natural, close my arms around her.

Like I've been back home.

"............ I am, once again, sorry about that."

"If I hear one more "sorry" I'm ripping your throat out."

I laugh. Pull her closer.

Some seconds pass in silence, then minutes. I can hear Fen playing in his room, unaware of the scene unfolding underneath his feet. I think she's crying in my shirt, or at least it's wet. I don't put beneath her the act of spitting her tea on my clothes to spite me.

Wouldn't even hold a grudge at this point.

After a few minutes, though, I can't contain myself anymore.

"... Say, Domi, would it be in bad taste if I asked now if I can kiss you ?"

A fist comes hitting my ribs.

"Yes, it would be, bonehead. But for the record, I don't care. Please, do."

I generously comply.

It's not like I have been waiting for this moment

For years.

[jcryptid]

Forget favourite colours and aesthetics, tell me what personal thematic motifs and symbols you love using in your life?

The beautiful thing about art, is you can find meaning in anything. What I want to know, is what you find meaning in the most.

[sm-writes-chaos]

I love how much the main trio differs from each other. I can think of a random concept like....goals.

Rufus: Too defined (Basically be good at everything.)

Norah: No defined goal (Survive.)

Alphair: Too little defined/lackluster (Do magic.)

[whaleok]

Blood & Garlic Ch. 11: Voices

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38805939/chapters/118127803 It’s publishing day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Which means my shameless self-promotion of this chapter lmao... and it only took me five months to do it 😅 Chapter 11 of my Vampire Dramione Fanfiction is finally up 😁 This is the first chapter I’ve released this year and I’m hoping to get back into the groove of things as I plan out the rest of the fic. There’s spice, there’s lore, there’s gore, there’s all the above!! So, if you’re looking for some angst or some thrilling twist, why not take a chance and read for yourself(; Hope you all enjoy it ❤ let me know what you think.

Summary: It's been four months since the defeat of Voldemort. Heartbroken and traumatized, Hermione heads toward her final year at Hogwarts, alone. But Hogwarts isn't the same, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is causing waves within the Wizarding community. Lycanthropes and Death Eaters alike remain unaccounted for, and people are still missing. Even worse, Hermione finds herself drawn to the completely changed Malfoy, an obsession she can't quite let go of. Art by: 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘁 If you'd like to give her a follow, you can check out her portfolio here: https://celestikatt.carrd.co or you can also find her on instagram or twitter by the same name! 

[sorendeimos]

Monster for Martyr

A fic about the Lupin twins and their turbulent history

Remus John Lupin was born on the tenth of March, 1960. He was born to have hopes and dreams, to a loving mother and father, well off and prepared to give Their son the world.

It is too bad, then, that the Lupins were attacked and had to suffer the tragedy of having not only to bury Remus’ twin brother, Romulus, whom Remus could barely remember now, but to also have a son who’s hopes and dreams are now just as dead.

Remus John Lupin was born to have his aspirations and dreams ripped away.

Remus John Lupin was born to be a Monster, raised to be a Martyr.

The attack was calculated, planned for weeks and weeks and when executed was done with such cold precision it was only believed that a monster or a maniac could carry it out. Fenrir Greyback was both, and so when he attacked the Lupin family, Hope and Lyll were tied up and forced to watch as Their twins, little Remus and Romulus who were attached at the hip and even slept in the same bed since they came out the womb, were made to stand beside each other and be appraised.

Romulus, the older of the two boys by nearly two minutes, was taller, standing in front of his twin with a look of pure hatred. He shielded his brother with his body as Remus cowered behind him, tiny fists tightly gripped in his brothers pyjama shirt and tears running down his plump, unmarred cheeks. Greyback grinned, bending down to be at face level with the boys and speaking rank breath with the stench of rot and decay to the brave twin.

“How’d you like to become like Me?”

“I wouldn’t. It’ll hurt.”

“Oh but not for long. And it won’t cost much.”

The boy, far too smart for his age and stature frowned. He leaned back from the monster disguised as a man, covering his nose, then spoke softly.

“I can’t. I’d miss mommy and Pa. I’d miss Rem. A’sides, you’re a monster.”

Greyback laughed. He stood straight and laughed harder. A maniacal, full bellied laugh that may have been pleasant in a far more civilized man that wasn’t bloodthirsty.

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t get a choice.” Then he changed. The boys screamed, Their parents screamed and cried, begging mercy and pulling at Their restraints.

The boys were made to fight. The one that survived gets to stay. Gets the gift of being bitten. They fought half heartedly, tears and snot streaming down Their little faces and when Greyback had had enough, he bit Them both, infecting Them.

One would survive, the other was a trophy.

————

Remus woke screaming, an agonized sound borne of real world pain and suffering, not a fear drenched fantasy come to life. He panted heavily, his hands popping threads in the sheets he gripped so tightly his knuckles had turned white. As the fear lessened it’s grip, so too did he, allowing him to run shaking hands through his loose curls and down over his sweat drenched face.

He slowly traced his eyes around the room, taking stock of the shadows and the dark memories hidden in them before he got up from the bed and made his way to the fire. He relit it with a muttered spell and flick of his wand from the table in front of it then made toward the bathroom, pausing to note the date on the calendar.

He continued on.

Hot water cascading over scarred flesh, searing into aching muscles and soothing the sharp phantom pains of the bite. After he finished he stood at the mirror, towel slung about his waist, and stared at the bite for what felt like forever. He hated that cursed mark. That horrid pound of flesh that marked him definitively as *other.* He dried off, fixed his hair as much as he cared to (which wasn’t much) and trekked back to his closet to dress. When he turned back to sit, it was to find a body in his chair before the fire.

“You forgot the basic rules of hide and seek, little brother: never stay in one place too long.”

————

Next part will be on ao3, check me out.

[ragyragd0ll]

whoa

What if Alice Never Fell to Cradle?

No one asked for this.

Basically, the Red and Black armies do go to war. However, Lancelot does try to find the crystal storage Amon kept hidden. Unfortunately, however, he was unsuccessful, and so, the war ended up starting.

It ended with the surrender of the Black Army. However, due to Lancelot’s betrayal, Amon puts Lancelot in a coma-like state, trapping him in a utopian-like fantasy. His memories were erased to ensure he stays.

The next day, the Red Army was panicking over the absence of their leader. Amon storms in, announcing that the King of Hearts is dead thanks to him. The Red Army tries to attack him, but many soldiers fell from the magical attacks of the sorcerer.

Currently, Amon rules Cradle, but a small group of people are preparing to overthrow him.

Basically, the characters (after Amon takes over Cradle)

Black Army

Ray- currently an experiment in the Magic Tower, as well as experiencing trauma from seeing his best friend die in Amon’s hands

Sirius- killed in war by the Red Army; his death majorly influenced the Black Army’s loss because they lost a good tactician

Luka- died through execution from Amon

Seth- hid as a Disciple; he is in communication with the rebel group led by Harr

Fenrir- also died through execution from Amon

Red Army

Lancelot- currently trapped in a fantasy created by Amon with no memories, except for one

Jonah- forced to serve Amon, since Cradle is held hostage with the crystal reserve. Amon knew his competency as the Queen of Hearts and knew how much he meant to Lancelot. Currently experiencing trauma from witnessing Luka die and regret from not telling Lancelot his romantic feelings towards him

Edgar- saved himself, Kyle, and Zero from Amon by sneaking away. With the rebel group formed by Harr and Loki, who are now in hiding in another nearby town. Sometimes goes to Cradle disguised as a Disciple to communicate with Seth

Kyle- also joined the rebel group. He’s their doc

Zero- also with the rebel group. Really wants to kick Amon’s butt

Neutral Characters

Blanc- he and Oliver are in hiding in the Land of Reason, as Amon is hunting him down for all his records

Oliver- with Blanc at the Land of Reason

Loki- made a rebel group with Harr and was the one who brought Edgar, Kyle, and Zero to Harr

Harr- formed the rebel group. Plans to find the reserve of crystals and destroy them so Cradle is not held hostage.

[liquidluckdrabblechallenge]

✨ Never Enough ✨

Author : Shadowmun

Prompt : Flash

Characters : Remus Lupin, Fenrir Greyback

Rating : M

Words : 218

Summary: Remus has to fit in to gain trust.

✨ READ ON AO3 ✨

[theoldoor]

a little late for summertime dont you think

just some post-talia bummery from these two i love them to the point that i have to remind myself that one isnt even canon like this is torture.

I dont have much to say for this post as ive said pretty much everything about post-talia them posts prior, I DO however, have a lot of talia rambling to do- which will be saved when i doodle enough stuff for it

They still have that little bickering and bantering thing going on, passive aggressiveness with one another and being the one who gets the other into silly troubles despite both being elites. Like how Jade said Topaz and Aventurine bickers like kids, these two however, bicker like those alt older brothers in coming of age movies and his bromantic bro bestfriend (ive said this before so manu times but i cant find a better way to describe them)

mayeb something like todd and wallace but theyre vashwood if you get what i mean - i’ve also been subconsciously projecting vashwood onto these two considering fenrir calls aventurine “vasha/vash/vashu” while aventurine calls fenrir “that wolf/wolfy/dumb dog” and ive yet to realize that until very recently when i was writing something for fenrir that goes like “he valued life as others and he also bets it on me.” and i get reminded of “he feared death twice as others” and it just hits “ive been projecting vashwood onto these two oh my god”

fenrir cares for aventurine more than he wants to, but he does regardless.

"You should never ask anyone for anything. Never- and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself. They will make the offer and give it of their own accord."

It’s something that Fenrir live by, is that genuine help would come without the need for obligations afterwards. During Talia, Fenrir actively create scenarios around him that make people that he’s dependent on rely on him, out of obligations or respect. So whatever help Fenrir gives, he calculated them all so that they’d be beneficial “technically” to him.

Yet for certain individuals, those he love dearly such as Hermia, Boothill and Aventurine- He was willing to suffer a loss for them, which, for a person all for survival like Fenrir, is a tough decision to take. He broke his own ideals and virtues so that he could protect and satisfy these people, his family and he hates whenever he does that because it showed him that someone is having control over him and he’s at their mercy, which means they could just leave him and he’s very vulnerable to them. To put trust in these people so much that he’d voluntarily help them is like to trust them with his life.

i also like the concept of Talia recycling everything, even people considering some people would see that they’ve been “used” beyond so they were given a chance again. that’s why i felt like aventurine was suitable for this considering his past and his potential inferiority complex there.

the foundation between aventurine and fenrir relies on a lot of trust, and gamble as they could not read one another. it connects back to aventurine’s eidolons being game theories and avidity’s being about desires and non-co-operative game theories (one wins at expense of another while game theory is both party wins through trust and cooperation). fenrir’s eidolons are still in writing, but i want it to be based on 7 deadly sins or something, he does have a lot of religious references for the new lore rework.

fenrir was created before i know of aventurine, but i did tweaked a lot of things about him when aventurine came out. though the fundamentals still stayed, they were just made for each other rurururouuouogugh….

[sometimesraven]

🧇 What was the very first book you wrote about?

Get to Know me Ask Game

Okay so I am WAY too autistic for the wording of this question XD Is it asking for the first book I wrote or the first book I posted about or?? I'm going to assume the first book I wrote. (though if you're wondering the first book I blogged about like on an advertising basis was Reckless Truth)

SO.

This is a tough one because do we count unfinished projects? Scrapped ones? Ones I started then only got a couple of pages into before losing interest?? Because that's a different answer for each of them haha.

My first serious novel that I actually like, had every intent on finishing was called Forbidden. It was going to be a fantasy soulmate romance set in the world I'm still building to this day and loosely based on my Doctor Who OCs 😂

Unfortunately I was like 14/15 years old at the time and the writing, while characterful, wasn't Good. Still, I put my entire lil writeussy into it and worked so hard! It was a whole number of factors that made me quit in the end -- partially a rough home life, partially going to college and being unable to do anything but sleep for 24 hours at a time, partially a particularly toxic 'friend' (whom the sender of this ask is familiar with) verbally beating any confidence I had left at that point into the ground. In short, my mental health went from bad to cataclysmal and my ADHD and dissociation took over and made it basically impossible for me to keep at it.

I'll pick it back up some day, I'm certain of it, but for now it's well and truly on the back burner.

[felassan]

David Gaider on Fenris, under a cut for length:

"Fenris. Now, DA2 is a story all on its own but I'm not going to go there other than to sum it up as "we had just over a year and a half to make this". It's why I only wrote one follower, Fenris, and although it'll make his fans mad: I probably shouldn't have. Let me explain. The way we'd approach making the followers is brainstorming a list of concepts covering first the array of gameplay classes (and sub-classes) and then making sure they each have some skin in the game when it came to the story's conflicts - ideally having characters on both sides of the major ones. Why? You can't make a player care about the world, but you can make them care about characters who care about the world. It's the easiest way to provide hooks into a conflict, outside of it knocking on the player's door. Heck, it's probably better than that. Players will burn the world for approval. After that, we'd decide things like romances/sexuality. Then the writers would pick who they'd write. I always let my writers pick first. I figured they do their best work when it's something they're inspired to write... and they got so few chances at ownership, I wanted to give it whenever I could It's why I (reluctantly) let Patrick wrest Cole from my grasp in DAI, a character I'd created in Asunder. It's also why I let Jennifer take Anders in DA2, who I'd started in Awakening. In this instance, it meant I was left with the angry elven warrior character who nobody else appeared to want."

"It should have been my first clue that something was up. The second was how the artists had zero clue what to do with him. The art concepts were all over the place - from mages to crows to... well, even weirder. No matter how hard I tried to explain the idea, the artists simply didn't seem to get it Does this mean he was a bad character? Not exactly. Just an idea that probably deserved some re-examining. You can tell when an idea has a certain spark, and part of that is being easy to communicate. Sadly, there wasn't time for any re-examining even if it'd occurred to me. And it didn't, not yet. If it had, if I had time, maybe I'd have re-booted him as a templar. Someone pro-templar rather than anti-mage, who could give a personal hook into Meredith and give the templars some badly-needed humanity. But this falls into the shoulda-woulda-coulda category. I had a follower to write. Quickly. I struggled, at first. It was hard to get away from "Fenris hates everything, all the time". It felt very one-note, and I didn't know where to take him. My third clue, I guess. I also wasn't sure if I was the right person to write a former slave. I did know that couldn't be the center of his story. I did know trauma, however. How it can eat you up. How the hate and resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. How it can infect your relationships. Fenris's trauma isn't my trauma, obviously, but here I dipped into a more personal part of myself than I'd ever done before."

"It gave me the center of his story I was missing, but wow was it uncomfortable. In a good way, maybe. I likely wouldn't have, if I hadn't been so desperate. In a way, I think DA2 had some of our best writing *because* of the timeline. It was raw, with little time to sand down the interesting parts. I wouldn't have done the "Fenris doesn't talk to you for three years" thing if I'd known we were going to cut all the reactivity initially planned for the time jumps. When that call was made, I campaigned to cut the jumps to a year, but there was no time for the revisions it'd need. So, um. Awkward. I used to get asked where the name came from, and I... don't remember? Obviously it's derived from Fenrir, but I don't recall why we picked that. Someone pointed at Fenris the Feared from Joe Abercrombie's books... and I did read them, so maybe the name lodged in my head? Wouldn't be the first time. Casting Fenris turned out to be easy. He was the first time I requested a specific VA and got him. (The other times were Merrill and then Solas, my two "I want these specific Welsh actors, please".) Why? OK, if you must know, I'd played a bit of Final Fantasy XII. I heard Balthier. "Yes, that." 😅 And Gideon Emery was a delight, as it turned out. Consummate professional, and that lovely gravel in his voice... good god. Bite the knuckles. There was a struggle to find the voice at the outset where I did my best not to say "just pls do Balthier" but he found Fenris on his own and it was amazing. Overall, Fenris turned out better than he had any right to, considering the rocky start. He had a lot of soul, a vulnerability forged by pain that struck a chord with a lot of players, and I'm glad. Do I regret anything? Probably having him live in a corpse-filled mansion that would never update. That's a hindsight thing, though, as again the cut to reactivity over the time jumps came late. Outside of that, maybe letting the player give him back to Danarius? Poor shock value and a waste of resources because almost nobody took the option. Good evil options are ones that are tempting to take. And the lyrium tattoos. Interesting concept, but they're probably why you'll never see Fenris in a future DA. He requires a custom body, and the tattoos make that expensive. It's why I put Fenris in my 4th DA novel - the cancelled one. Don't fret, though. He died in it, so this way he lives on. 😉"

[source thread]

User: "Wait wait how does he die in [the cancelled novel]??" David Gaider: "Gloriously, after taking up a cause he didn't believe in at first but then made his own, one that allowed him to rediscover what it meant to be elven." [source] David Gaider: "I’m not sorry about the novel cancellation. I’m the one who cancelled it. I am kinda sad we couldn’t make it work, though. Considering it was after I left the DA team, it would have been my final DA hurrah." [source] David Gaider: "From my perspective, it was kind of "well if you're never going to use him again, let me at least give him a proper send off" and the story required a glorious death... but I get that's not the story his biggest fans would want (which is Hawke + Fenris 4ever), so it's just as well." [source]

User: "You all did some incredible work with such a tight deadline" David Gaider: "I'm of the opinion that even if we'd had only another six months to bake, DA2 would be remembered as a classic and not either a flawed gem or underbaked sequel, depending on who you ask." [source]

David Gaider: "Just to clarify the "they're probably why you'll never see Fenris" thing, as it's spawned commentary: 1. It's the reasoning as was explained to me back then. 2. Obviously, if Bio *really* wanted to, they'd find a way around it. But it was a complication that meant he couldn't be included casually." [source]

[ellecdc]

A Man With a Plan (prologue)

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

A/N: Hello! I've been stuck in my head about the idea of a whimsical reader (think Luna Lovegood) after reading the many sweet writings of other writers on Tumblr (specifically @ moonstruckme)! I totally ship a character like this with Remus because I feel like Remus has a tendency to overthink and get stuck in his own head and a character like this would be a breath of fresh air for him and balance him really well. Please note: whimsical does not = stupid! Rather, quite smart but people find her odd and reduce this to lack of intelligence. This is my little prologue, a sort of soulmate-esque AU - what do we think? Do we like this idea? Would we read it???

CW: swearing (cuz it's Remus 'Werewolf McSwearWolf' Lupin's POV, duh)

If there was one thing people ought to know about Remus John Lupin, it was that Remus was a planner. At any given point, it would be safe to assume that Remus had a plan.

As would be typical of Remus Lupin’s luck, however, most of his plans got fucked to shit.

Example A:

As a child, Remus planned to grow up to be a wizard like his da, or a nurse like his mum. That plan was fucked to bits just before his 5th birthday when Fenrir Greyback damned him to a life of lycanthropy and a side serving of prejudice. 

Example B:

Remus Lupin planned to never be accepted to Hogwarts on account of his previously stated damnation. That plan also went sideways when an owl dropped a letter into his porridge on the morning of his 11th birthday, containing an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Remus’ da told Remus it was likely a mistake and they would rescind the offer once they learnt of his lycanthropy. Once again, plans were nullified when headmaster Dumbledore himself showed up on the doorstep of the Lupin Cottage after not receiving a response from them.

Example C:

Once he confirmed his acceptance to Hogwarts, Remus Lupin planned to be completely invisible throughout his time at school. This meant: no embarrassing himself, no bringing attention to himself, and absolutely, under no circumstances, would he make friends.

Of course, as should have been expected, this plan was fucked upside down and backwards seven ways to Sunday when the likes of James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black set their sights upon him.

Though Remus Lupin did have a plan, he was still just a boy. He’d been homeschooled his entire life due to being unable to explain his absences to muggle teachers as well as his scars/injuries from every full moon, and the village kids were quite fearful of the scarred boy. All this to say; he’d never had friends before.

So, sue him for relishing in the interest these boys seemed to have in him.

No matter: Remus could handle this. “How?” You may be wondering. By a plan, of course! 

Remus Lupin would allow these two (and Peter who went about befriending the boy in a much gentler way, so let’s make it three) friends, and planned to ensure that they never learned of his lycanthropy. He’d only just made friends; he wasn’t about to lose them. 

Of course, Sirius being the nosey fucker he is, James being the doting mother hen he is, and Peter being far too perceptive for anyone’s good – that plan was fucked to shit as well.

Remus, then, planned then to never let anyone else ever learn his secret again.

That plan was once again fucked by none other than Sirius Black and his unfortunate ‘prank’ on Severus Snape that could have cost Remus and Severus both of their lives, or at the very least, their lives as they knew it.

Remus Lupin then planned to never forgive Sirius Black for that horrible, thoughtless prank. 

Remus was admittedly not all that sad to say that this particular plan was shot too, though he ensured Sirius suffered at least a little during the process of his forgiveness. 

So, as he sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in September of his 7th year listening to his friend’s wax poetic about their different love interests or conquests that they had made over the summer (i.e., James’ love for Lily, Sirius’ many hook-ups, and Peter’s enthusiastic support of them both), Remus made yet another plan.

Remus John Lupin planned to never, ever, fall in love. 

Moony, it would seem, had other plans. 

Continue to the first chapter here.

[perotovar]

go here for the main post explaining everything. here you'll find the masterlist of fics that were written for the challenge. thank you to everyone who participated, and please, go read these and show some support to the writers! they worked very hard ♥

this will be updated as the fics are posted.

Silva (Ymir) by @yopossum -> "El Gran Varón"

Javier Peña (Freyr) by @almostfoxglove -> "An End to Drought"

Pero Tovar (Thor) by @morallyinept -> "The Lightning Shepherd"

Dave York (Viðarr) by @kedsandtubesocks -> "the dark dresses lightly"

Ezra (Týr) by @wolvieispunk -> "Two roads diverge in a forest..."

Oberyn Martell (Freyja) by @guiltyasdave -> "peace"

Dieter Bravo (Bragi) by @schnarfer -> "Frith"

Joel Miller (Hel) by @beefrobeefcal -> "Purpose"

Marcus Moreno (Frigg) by @joelalorian -> "a hero's blessing"

Maxwell Lord (Oðin) by @missredherring -> "An Escape Rope Tied Around My Neck"

Marcus Pike (Iðunn) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles -> "This Side of Forever"

Max Phillips (Loki) by @qveerthe0ry -> "What Means to You, What Means to Me"

Santiago Garcia (Fenrir) by @for-a-longlongtime -> "Little Beast"

Din Djarin (Heimðallr) by @djarinmuse -> "Bridging Dreams"

Jack Daniels (Ægir) by @lotusbxtch -> "Ocean's Gold"

Javi Gutierrez (Balðr) by @morallyinept -> "Golden"

Frankie Morales (Skaði) by @agentmarcuspike

[sm-writes-chaos]

I just wrote 1030 words in a row. I think I'm having fun writing these two.