#fenryr

[eldritchbeast-mord]

Loka börn

I’m finally done with this bichhh. Now it’s time for me to stop drawing until next year /j Did this for Icelandic class, it’s all of Loki's monstrous/supernatural children (Also before anyone mentions it, i know the sword didn’t go through his snout/mouth like that, i chose to do it for the aesthetics lol)

[cursedbeasts]

Admech weapons belonging to Secutors Lynx and Skoll

[ladymariayuri]

Look at my giant wolves boy

something about me. if you put a giant wolf in your video game i will latch onto it like a leech

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #29: Extra Credit

(Welcome to part 4 of the Modern Fantasy AU I started during this FFxivWrite! While this will be the last part within the Write itself, I may continue this as I can on Sundays till I run outta steam with it. Other parts: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 :D Now for a little more of Cedrik & Aryn AU.)

After breakfast, Aryn had returned to his borrowed room so he could change back into his clothes from the day before. Grimacing at the memory of yesterday. Oh he was so burning these clothes later or something. He just couldn't walk around naked and he didn't want to leave in someone's clothes that he would have to figure out how to return later. Assuming he could.

He didn't know how much these people needed to keep things secret. Did that mean he was safe? He did feel safe around them and if they had wanted to keep him silent they could have done so already. They hadn't seemed very happy that the city was keeping attacks like last night silent. Plus Cedrik had been concerned enough with his well being. The man could have very well left him to fend for himself after dropping him off somewhere.

There was something about the hunter that Cedrik found alluring. But he had other things to worry about right now. Especially Jesse's death. As well as contacting Fenryr and Ely. If the incident was being kept quiet, they likely hadn't realized they were missing yet. They were adults after all and neither of them checked in with them every day. Maybe he would skip letting Ely know till he had a chance to talk to Fen about what happened. Fen was the leader of the entertainment troupe that Valen hired dancers from. Surely he might best know how to deal with Elijah even. After all Fen was like a grandmother to them. Maybe he could ask Cedrik for advice on what to do as well.

Aryn came back from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door frame. Right he wasn't at his own home and probably should have shut the door. At least he was dressed already. Not that he would have cared if one of them had seen anything. He wasn't exactly body shy and some of the dance routines on stage had him in some rather scandalous outfits sometimes.

"We don't have to leave just yet if you aren't ready to." Cedrik spoke softly as he looked over the dancer. What he wouldn't do to just walk over and just kiss Aryn. See where it might lead. Even if it only ended up being a fling. At least then he'd know. But again he put a lid on those thoughts. Aryn had enough to deal with on his plate right now.

"I would like to. I need to at very least talk to Elijah. Plus I would like to go home and change clothes. These..." Biting his lower lip as he frowned down at his outfit.

"I get it. It's a gorgeous look for you but the outfit is tainted for you now. Fine, we'll stop first for you to change. You'll feel better if you do that first." Cedrik suggested as he turned to walk away before temptation was stronger than being sensible. Last thing he wanted was to offend Aryn.

"Cedrik." Aryn called out to make the hunter stop walking away. "I just... Wanted to say thank you."

"Don't thank me. I wasn't able to save your friend too." Cedrik spoke over his shoulder. "I let myself get distracted when I knew they were in the area. That's on me. Watching the concert wasn't worth a life even if it was a good show."

Aryn put a hand to his chest as he warred with himself on whether or not to suggest it wasn't Cedrik's fault. The sensible part of him knew that it could have happened anyways even if Cedrik wasn't distracted. Another part of him wanted to know who Cedrik was really watching. Instead he let Cedrik walk away for now. The reasonable part of Aryn knew they couldn't change the past so it was foolish to dwell on the 'what ifs' of the night before. It was unlikely he could change Cedrik's opinion on whether he could have done better. Someone else still could have died no matter what because Cedrik was only one person.

Aryn took a few moments longer to make sure he had all he remembered having last night. He made sure to thank Nebula and Gwyneria before he went outside to find Cedrik. Of course the hunter was waiting by the motorcycle they had ridden here the night before.

"Listen... I have to tell you." Cedrik looked conflicted and a bit nervous. "I went back after you were safe. To find your friend. His body was gone but the scene hadn't been cleaned yet. So I doubt the people in charge took his body."

"What does that mean?" Aryn looked taken aback at the idea that someone had his friend's body.

"Chances are high... He became one of the things that attacked him last night. It's how they grow in numbers. It's why they're so hard to eradicate. They have a chance of corrupting the aether in a living being when they attack them. It doesn't take on everyone. Some just die or slowly die from the infection to their aether." Cedrik looked almost pained as he stared away from Aryn. He didn't want to see the horrified look on the dancer's face.

"You mean... Oh Gods..." Aryn put his hands over his mouth. The idea of Jesse being one of those creatures... Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. Trying to find his center to avoid a full blown panic. He couldn't panic. It wouldn't do anyone any good. Finding the healer in himself to remain calm against the panic. The idea of Jesse being one of those creatures was an even worse fate than death.

Aryn wasn't a fighter by nature. He preferred not to fight. Fighting made him uncomfortable. But maybe there were ways he could help anyways. Could he undo whatever corruption had occurred? He wouldn't know without trying. Maybe Fen would even have ideas since they always seemed to infinitely wise.

"What can I do?" Aryn asked quietly as he walked over to Cedrik and put a hand over one of Cedrik's hands.

Cedrik looked now at Aryn. He raised the hand Aryn wasn't touching to rest it against Aryn's cheek. "We'll figure it out."

[thepariahcontinuum]

Transformers ask: Thunderclash and/or Elita-1

Okay so for Thunderclash, the Mercedes Benz Actros SLT cab, then give him a trailer reminiscent of the original figure with the big jet turbines and stuff... Then give Thunderclash a supermode like Armada Prime where he combines with the trailer, in fact I'd actually probably lean into how deliberately op Thunderclash is and have him be the one to show Optimus how to do that.

As for Elita-1, W Motors Fenryr Supersport....none of the original female autobots would be the same mould/alt-mode but I'd probably give them stuff that has a similar vibe/aesthetic.

[batmakesims]

A male sim I made for funsies! His name is Fenryr and in my mind he was supposed to be a thief in a sort of dystopic world, but he can be whatever u want! GALLERY ID: batmakesims

[cassandrahaswell]

Role Announcement!

i'm Spoiled this Jan Loki is one of those characters as a Gender-Fluid person ive Always wanted to play and now i get to! alongside Brilliantly talented

TyWilkinsVO who plays Loki when they Present Male . The book is Written by the amazing

@TheRealDesastr aka Des.M.Astor

Amazon blurb

Ragnarok burns on the horizon of an urban Nordic city in Midgard, and it's all because of Odin. The Lord of Fangs has ordered his bloodsucking descendants to attack cities all over the world. Though the urban setting is similar to cities on Earth, the magic & monsters are not a secret, and Midgard has its own set of rules.

Anyway, the power-hungry god must be stopped by a werewolf named Eldingar, who is Fenryr's chosen. First, however, the werewolf needs to gain allies. He finds one in an unusual vampire queen named Mia, currently a nurse in Wyrmbite City. Of course, he has to check that she doesn't agree with or worship Odin--something he does a bit too aggressively.

The werewolf knows that not all vampires worship Odin; she'll be an essential part of saving the world. After working out some 'minor' issues, the two set off to the city and recruit help. Mia's best friend, a prince named Rune, joins the party. Following this, a kitsune called Kaida signs onto the quest. Finally, a sorcerer named Atzi and a faerie named Thyra finish off our gathering of heroes. Each have valuable powers that will contribute to Midgard's salvation.

They're definitely going to need it. Not only must they deal with the power-hungry deity, but they'll cross claws with his chosen: Huginn and Muninn, among the most powerful vampires in Midgard. As their city comes under siege by Odin's cult, our heroes must put their heads and magic together to take this evil down or risk the innocent lives of countless people.

Author's Note:

Join this Urban Fantasy gothic adventure and enjoy LGBTQ+ romantic subplots with diverse adult characters. Not to mention, there are new flavors of vampire lore and new interpretations of the Nordic gods in this modern setting. The characters and world are saturated with magic that fantasy lovers will adore.

Please be aware that this is not taking place in Earth cities, but cities similar to our own, and there is no 'hidden world' aspect to this work. Magic/monsters are out in the open, as stated above! The character designs are very punk-rock, as that is the aesthetic I enjoy going for and utilize myself. Those who enjoy shifters with a strict wolf form should give this one a pass, as the werewolves are wolf-men. Same situation for folks looking for the Norse myths or vampires to be told in the traditional fashion! I want to emphasize how this work twists things.

CAUTION: Graphic gore, very descriptive sex scenes (end of story), heavy violence, some profanity

[sigyn-tbi]

Team Fenryr 🐺 married 🥰 midgard ✨⛓️

[andy-deer]

I'll let you know that Chloé did in fact befriend Fenryr by just carrying his stuff

what can she say, friendship comes easily for her

[ladymariayuri]

Wows newer models (mostly animals they updated in wod) are kind of ass and feel like they lost their character.

In particular I miss the old coyote model and I dislike the one they introduced in wod. They were so chunky and stupid but they were charming in a way and the updates really changed their silhouettes instead of improving polygons

I do love Fenryr though. He keeps some of the old coyote model spirit in a way I can't put my finger on

Also don't get me started on the old druid models I fall to my knees every time I think about what we lost. They're so fucking low poly and stupid but they're just... charming

i really really do like the new dragon models in wow they're good dragons but to me wow dragons will always look like they did from vanilla up until df. something has been lost with the new body type just enough for me to be like... these are cool animals but my silly animals... where... like look

seriously. . . socute

[saiwola]

The Seven Blessings.

Life, Community, Choice, Knowledge, Dominion, Peace, and Death.

[cursedbeasts]

Manero brushes digital sketchbook: Skoll

[oneirictrolls]

ughhh its kinda messy i go tlazy ngl im just so tired

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #23: Suit

The first time he'd put it on... It had evoked feelings he'd not quite understood. Looking over the fine gold work done by Aryn. The fine stitching by Ely. The two of them had made it for him based on the dancer attires of old though subtle changes had been made. The two of them had done well in making it fit him even if they'd never taken actual measurements of him. Not unless Ely had done so while he'd been sleeping.

It had been meant as an apology gift to him. For Aryn's behavior towards them in their early days. Aryn had kept his word about not looking at Ronove with such desire anymore. Ronove however had taken his time in not being so on guard around Aryn for a time. Afraid that the viera would forget and go back on his word. He'd barely known Aryn then outside of being helpful with healing.

Ronove turned to look at himself in the reflection of the fish tank. Running fingers over the fine gold chains. It felt fitting to see himself in this gear. Especially now that he understood better the reason there were so many feelings about it.

Jesse...

For a moment he thought he saw his mortal form in his reflection. Looked around to make sure he'd not actually heard someone speak that name. Looking back at his reflection again. Reaching out to lightly touch the glass with his fingers.

"That's who we used to be..." Ronove spoke softly with a sad look.

But the dancer's suit wasn't just sad memories of a mortal life he couldn't have back. Nor of a boy he loved and basically died for. There were happy feelings too.

His first dancer's attire once he'd gotten out of training with the troupe. One that Fenryr had gotten for him. Dark tears dripped down his cheeks. Wiping them away before they could stain the material. Fen had been one of the best parental figures in his life after the troupe had taken him in when he was mortal. He remembered taking that first official dancing costume from Fen and being so excited for it. Hugging the one many called Nonna. He'd asked Nonna to be the one to get it for him. Nonna had been delighted. Calling Jesse by fitheach beag, little raven. He'd always loved that nickname.

But after so long... He'd found the troupe again. Found Nonna again. Fenryr was like him, not mortal. Ronove couldn't remember if that had been the case when he'd still been Jesse. Probably so. But he'd been scared upon first meeting Fenryr in this life, wary even. He'd had no memories of being Jesse at that time. But Fenryr? Fenryr hadn't forgotten him. Fenryr and Ely had helped break the bond keeping him bound to the Elder's service.

Parts of his memories returned from time to time. They would till he had them all back again. Fenryr had been kind enough to slow them to a leak so he wouldn't be overwhelmed.

Seeing himself in these clothes... It felt right but also odd. Because he wasn't yet sure who he was supposed to be in this life. He was Jesse and he was Ronove. He'd spent so long as Ronove that he was still trying to figure out who he was supposed to be now that he knew the truth of who he used to be.

But he knew one thing was still true even if he hadn't decided who he wanted to be yet...

Glancing towards the direction he'd thought he'd heard his old name from. Hand drifting to the ring in his pocket. Taking it out and putting it on his hand now.

He'd made a promise then. That promise still felt right. His heart still belonged to Elijah even if the man was nothing more than a ghost right now. Even if he was still deciding who he was.

“I accepted your promise and gave you my own. My heart belongs only to you. Now and forever. Wherever life leads us, Elijah. And that still holds true even now. I'll help Stefan see to the Elder's end so no more Vanguard ever suffer our fate.”

[sparklypantzz]

I love my horse so much hhhhh

[silverskye13]

The thing about the void is, it's empty. People forget just how distant the distance between stars is, even Joel, who seems convinced at all times that he knows all things. Seems. People contain nearly as many multitudes as the void. That's what Etho finds so thrilling about this whole soulmate thing, really. The fullness. The intensity.

Etho is only skin deep, not because he's shallow, but because he's empty. That's the thing about the void. The distance between stars is nearly unfathomable. It can be calculated, but it cannot be filled. Etho spends a lot of time feeling empty, like the distance between his heart and his lungs in measured in light years. Feelings come to him as distant impressions, constantly traveling, brushing by his edges so small they're less than ripples on water.

This probably makes no sense.

See, the thing about being made of void, born from void, called to void, is you resemble it a great deal, and resembling nothing is very hard to describe. He's alive, obviously, and something resembling a human shape, but the depth of him is different. Etho feels like the void feels - soft and muffled by distance. When emotions finally collide with something, the explosion is brilliant enough to create light, noise, cacophony, and it burns and it fades, and in a million years it might happen again.

He had expected to drown Joel in his emptiness, when their souls tethered. And maybe at first he did. But Joel was so much it was intoxicating.

The Relationship is burning. Etho on his own might not be too bothered by this. Sure, there's the chance that anger and dismay might collide somewhere in the distance between his desperate pieces and create some super nova emotion, but he doesn't expect it to. Joel, however - human and small and contained and a multitude in the space between skin instead of the space between stars - feels almost everything at once and Etho basks in it like it's the sun. Joel is anger and dismay and the inevitability of it all and he's running, and Etho has to focus on that light that is Joel just to follow. They run to their home, up in flames, and Joel is shouting and Etho is shouting, and he's feeling everything Joel is feeling and it's intense. It leaves Etho breathless. He feels tears in his eyes. And then Etho is filled with the greatest concern, a mournful feeling like a canary caged in his ribs, and Joel circles back from their home to hold his hand.

"We knew this would happen," Joel tells him, trying to be reassuring, and all Etho can do is nod. The concern is baffling. It stuns him just as surely as any punch could. It wants to cup him in its hands and keep him safe, it wants to remind him this is all just a game and really it's no big loss. It's only five words. We knew this would happen. Joel might as well have told him he would never feel pain again. Concern. Concern is the color of a white dwarf, bright and small and tenacious.

They dig through the remains, they recover, and Etho feels it. Soft like the vibration between planets, like a solar storm invisible and deadly scattered into the atmospheres of a thousand foundling gas giants. Joel is angry. It bubbles up from the depths of him, prickles beneath Etho's skin like the acid rain on Venus trying to crawl out of his pores.

"If the Relationship burns," Joel repeats, vicious and red, red, angry, red, "everything burns."

There's a flint and steel in Joel's hands, a grin on his face, and his anger is giddy in a way that flutters in Etho's chest like laughter. Joel feels so much, so much, all the time. Is this what it means to be human?

Etho has never felt more human in his life, and he wants to feel it all. He wants Joel to get angrier. He wants to taste rage and ambition, hopelessness and despair. He wants to chart their colors, the frequencies they make, the way their atoms collide. He wants the space between stars to be full and teeming, he wants every solar system to boil.

Etho follows Joel like the rings around Saturn. They're chanting together. If the Relationship burns, everything burns. Etho feels giddy. Joel sounds manic. Mania. That's a good word for it, this feeling like the very stars are rioting beneath his skin. If Etho is made from the stuff of the End, maybe this is what the Beginning felt like. They set fire to the server one home at a time. Flint and steel crack together like colliding asteroids, they light like solar fire.

"Not the box!" Ren howls at him, and Etho laughs as he passes him, chanting under his breath every word Joel says. "Etho! Control your wife!"

Etho laughs. It's funny. It's hilarious. It's unthinkable. Control Joel? Control Joel? He might as well try to capture the universe in the palm of his hand. Joel is a multitude, an endless ocean that washes over him in waves. Etho wants more of him. He wants to feel everything in that same ravenous way a quasar devours space and time. He wants to wrap these moments around him into a singularity so intense it settles in his chest like a second soul.

The Box burns.

Etho has never felt so out of control in his life. He follows Joel like chaos does, his closest companion, the haunt to his steps. He doesn't care if they win. All he cares is that Joel contain his multitudes, and those multitudes spill.

The laws of gravity dictate a great many things. An apple will always fall from a tree to the earth. So will a person slipping from a height, or a piece of dripstone thrust from its mooring. The planets will always turn around their stars, the moons around their planets, their satellites. A solar system will always fly, careening through the universe so quickly you cannot even fathom its movement.

An area of high pressure will always diffuse into an area of nothing, until at long last they reach perfect equilibrium.