#her godly form changes all the time btw

[abiteofhoney]

@threedaysgross this is a rough draft, my dear, but you had said that tzipora’s magical explosion was something you wanted to read :) (i’m thinking about making it more gory but idk yet). i re-emphasize: rough draft.

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Kieran stands at the door, trying to listen past the sound of his own rapid heartbeat. In the background, he hears the chatter of many men. They’re aware by now that Tzipora has escaped her cell, and it sounds like they’re waiting for them. Waiting to attack.

Kieran takes a step back, placing an arm in front of Tzipora.

She laughs. Loudly. The noise on the other side of the door quiets. “You’re scared!” she taunts. “You’re actually scared of those little rats. They cannot hurt you, Kieran. Let me show you.”

Tzipora pushes his arm out of her way and steps forward. She reaches out for the door and swings it wide open before Kieran has the chance to stop her. Screams and yells ring out from the men inside, and in an instant, an arrow pierces her abdomen.

Kieran lets out a pained yelp, unable to bear the thought of Tzipora getting hurt, but she turns over her shoulder to look at him, a wide smile on her face. “Oh, pet,” she purrs. “I do love when you worry.” Another arrow pierces her. And then another. She doesn’t even flinch, but she winks at him and says, “Don’t look away.”

He starts to ask why, but as he draws in a breath, she turns back forward. Arrows continue to fly.

Tzipora explodes into a blinding ball of light, sparks of electric blues and fiery reds flying in all directions. Kieran gets smacked with a burst of cool air, stumbling back a step, and even though it whips him in the face, he doesn’t even blink. He’s not even sure that he could if he wanted to, but he doesn’t want to miss the scene in front of him.

The light dims just enough that he can see the fuzzy outline of Tzipora, her small and frail form. She holds her arms out to her side, head thrown back as magic surges around her. Her waist length hair swirls in the air, her loose dress getting caught up in the wild wind. Another wave of light pulses from her, accompanied by her soft laugh.

Kieran watches in awe and slight horror as she explodes in a magical burst. A rainbow of colors flash from her, and what sounds like a load full of feathers being dumped from the heavens. He even feels a few of them caress his skin as they flutter around him.

What’s left standing where Tzipora just stood is a being almost twice Kieran’s height. Large, blue-black wings stretch out to either side of her. Two gleaming horns sprout from her forehead, pointing up and slightly back with a deadly twist. A second pair of arms fits right below the original pair, all four arms spread as wide as her wings with her palms facing upwards. She spins around, catching Kieran’s gaze, and she gives him a familiar toothy grin, showing off a fresh set of sharpened teeth. A forked tongue snakes out from between her lips as she giggles happily.

Kieran basks in the godly beauty radiating from her.

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[yvonnica]

While reading "cyanide narwhal" by TrashcanWithSprinkles, I got an idea for a fix-it fic around the Guili Assembly's time period.

In particular, I have been thinking about an OC who's like Osial. Or an OC that is Osial.

Maybe a recently dead human soul merged with his own when he was newly formed, which changed his personality?

Anyhow, the OC would be the Lord of the Sea of Clouds (the sea Liyue Harbor is right next to). They don't like humans in their territory, so they push all ships out of their waters.

Because of the human soul, they unknowingly have some compassion for humans though, so they don't kill any of them but actually sometimes saves them.

When Guili Assembly is still thriving, Guizhong and Morax seek Orien out to establish a port next to his territory with his permission.

The contract would be about protecting each other's territories. Guili's people would have save passage on the Sea of Clouds and in return Guili would make sure that Orien's ecosystem remains save.

Renn would then slowly befriend Morax, Guizhong, the other Adepti and the humans of Guili Assembly. He would essentially become another patron god.

(Renn's pronouns are He/They btw)

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I have decided that OC!Osial has 4 names. Here are their explanation:

Osial - his godly name. A very formal name only used by foreign strangers who haven't met him yet.

Orien - his lordly name and technically personal name. Full title is "Orien, the Lord of the Sea of Clouds". A formal name, mostly used by people who don't know him personally and in conjunction with his title.

Renn - his personal name and nickname of Orien. The people of Liyue Harbor call him "Lord Renn". Those who have met him more than just in passing call him Renn.

Míngtāo - his "real" personal name. Used only by friends. Given to him by Meiyu, a Liyuen girl and his first friend.

It is a combination of 明 (míng) meaning "bright, light, shining, clear" and 涛 (tāo) meaning "large waves".

[Since I don't know Chinese, Míngtāo's name might be wrong]

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Meiyu was the first person Orien got to know personally. She was the one to teach him human language and became his first friend.

Grinning from ear to ear, Meiyu ran down to the beach. The water snake could finally understand her! Sure, it was because he wanted to make her go away after ignoring and intimidating her didn't work, but she could finally tell him now!

What she needed to tell him was so important that she couldn't let his attempts to make her go away demotivate her!

Finally arriving at the beach, Meiyu took a deep breath to shout out; "Mr. Water Snake! Hey! Heeyy~! I need to talk to you! C'mon! Don't ignore me!"

Like always, he let her wait a few minutes until he finally deigned to acknowledge her.

Rising out of the water, he finally appeared before her.

Excitedly looking between his 5 heads, Meiyu jumped up and down;

"Hey! I need to tell you something veery~ important!"

"What is it?", the other sighted.

"But first! You need to tell me your name! It's very important I use your name for this!", Meiyu told him with attentive eyes and a voice full of expectation.

"... I don't have a name."

Surprised, Meiyu stopped jumping around. She looked between his sets of eyes, taken aback. "What do you mean, you don't have a name? I have heard people call you Orien!"

Agitated, he shifted his body.

"Exactly, that's what you humans call me. It isn't my name."

"Oh. I-... Do you- ... Would you like me to give you one?", she asked with a tentative voice.

He stilled for a moment, but answered, unbothered: "Do what you will."

"Okay! Let me think for a moment!"

After a few minutes, Meiyu jumped up, which prompted the other to straighten up as well.

"I know! How about Míngtāo? You know, as in bright and big wave!"

He seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding with his leftmost head.

"That's acceptable."

Meiyu smiled up at him. However, she lost some of her newfound excitement in the next second, apparently remembering something.

"Right. Now that I know your name..."

Meiyu took on a more serious air and looked straight into his right-most eyes before bowing down low. "Thank you, Míngtāo, for saving my life. And the lives of my parents. If you didn't drag us to the beach after our ship wrecked, we would have died."

[chloe-writes]

I saw ur a new writer and I already love ur writing style! Can I request an Eren x fem reader where the reader was raised by the scouts and Erwin and Levi are basically her platonic dads. The reader is a cadet and ends up falling in love and dating Eren but the reader keeps it secret from them until one day something happens where someone exposes their relationship. Thank you sm and keep doing amazing! Sorry this specific btw

Protective Dads

[ Eren x Fem!Reader ]

[ Fluff - Canonverse ]

Summary: Eren is left under the intimidating gazes of both his commanding officers, Erwin and Levi, as they discover he’s secretly been dating someone very dear to them.

Content Warning: none

Word Count: 2k

A/N: writing platonic Erwin & Levi was difficult because I’m an Eruri.

Love, of any form, isn’t something you search for; it’s something that finds you and lights your way up through darkness.

Somewhere in a deserted village in Wall Rose stood an old, old house. It was a century old. As old as the godly walls that protected humanity from the titans. Plants would grow out of the floor and walls; the hinges of the door were also creaking from rust. No one could get across the rooms without stepping on shattered glass. But inside the decrepit and dilapidated house was where you lived, a confused little girl, crying from loneliness.

 

The Royal Government cut their funding on the Survey Corps, which led the scouts to use the abandoned castle in Wall Rose as their temporary headquarters. On their way there, they heard weeping. They didn’t take it as a threat; the voice belonged to a child, a little girl specifically.

 

Commander Erwin Smith came to a halt, which was a cue for his men to stop behind him. Levi came right after the blond as he unmounted his horse and followed the pitiful pleas of the child. They arrived at the old house and entered—only to see a girl, no older than 5, shedding tears.

 

Erwin was quick to respond, he cradled the young child in his arms only for his heart to sink when the girl flinched at his touch. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. Where are your parents?”

“I-I don’t k-know!” You responded to the strange man out of fear that he would hurt you like your parents did.

“There there little sweetheart, you’re going to be alright. We won’t let anything hurt you.”

You had nothing to lose, so might as well take the risk and trust the men who offered you safety.

And they stayed true to their promise. In the past decade, Levi and Erwin treated you like a princess. They always gave you time of day. They made you feel loved.

“Levi, finish this part of the paperwork for me.” The commander was tired, he couldn’t finish all the documents that piled on his desk.

Paperwork that dealt with the deaths of his comrades always stressed Levi out, but he knew he had to help Erwin with it. “Tch, after I bid (Y/N) good night.”

“Tell her I said good night too.” With that, Levi exits the office of his commanding officer. This was his routine, kiss his daughter good night. Technically, he wasn’t your father, but he loved you as much as any parent would to their child. He may not show affection as much as Erwin does, but he is willing to walk on fire just for your assured happiness.

Five loud knocks, no response. Normally he would wait for you to open the door for him. He learned to be patient than randomly storming in ever since he accidentally walked in on you changing. But after minutes of waiting, the man decided to let himself in, out of worry that you might be in trouble.

No one was inside, the room was empty.

It was late, quarter to eleven. Where could she be? Did she sneak out? Did someone take her? Was she just in the bathroom? His body moved faster than his mind did. Levi immediately headed for Mikasa’s quarters, hoping his young lady was there.

He slammed on the cadet’s door with force almost enough to break it. “Oi gloomy brat, open this damn door quick.”

Mikasa sighed, she was having a good night’s sleep. Reluctantly getting out of bed and heading for the door, she responded, “Captai-“

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Didn’t you know? She went out with Eren.”

“Eren?” That was when it all registered. Lately you would dress up just for ‘no reason’. You would ask his opinion on love. You would look for excuses to skip training and watch the titan shifter’s experiments.

“At this shitty time of the night!? Where did the titan freak take her?”

Mikasa was annoyed by Levi’s little nickname for Eren. “I don’t know, neither does Armin if you’re considering to question him too.”

The short captain was beyond pissed; he didn’t even take the time to thank the young cadet as he headed back to Erwin.

“We’ve got a situation. (Y/N) and Eren sneaked out to go to some shitty date. Apparently, they’ve been dating in secret. Should I send Squad Miche for a lookout?”

The blond man had figured out his daughter’s secret love not too long ago, however, he didn’t want to jump into conclusions without concrete evidence. “Leave them be.”

“Is your head up your ass? She could be hurt-“

“She’s a smart girl. She should know what’s right and wrong by now.”

Levi could only stare at his friend. He didn’t want to admit it, but Erwin was right. His heart was heavy knowing that ypu were now a woman, he needed to let you go.

Meanwhile, on the highroads in the forest, there stood a tall but lonely treehouse, where Eren and you were. And to look across the forest of trees was a pleasing sight. Puffy clouds latched to the never-ending sky. Stars glowed like beacons for the lost souls of this world. The pale moon was like a disc that dipped in the skyline.

“Eren, this is beautiful.”

“But not as beautiful as you are.”

“Sweet, but even my dead grandma could come up with a better quip.” The both of you laughed.

“Why’d you take me here anyway?”

“I just wanted to spend time with you without the risk of someone seeing us flirting in the hallway.”

“The risk of us getting caught not sleeping in our personal quarters is higher though.”

“(Y/N), you know what I mean. Life in the scouts is overwhelming, sometimes I just want to get away for a while, look at the silent night and lose myself with you. Where we could throw wishes into the sky and wait for the stars to catch them.”

That was sweet. You adored the brunet. He made your heart happy. His sweet almond-shaped emerald eyes were the windows to his kind soul; you could find his love for you in it.

Everyone paints him with negative words such as hot-headed, suicidal, and insane. But to you, he was perfectly imperfect, and you didn’t care about what other people had to say.

Eren kept blabbering about the stars, trying to distract himself, because in reality, he just wanted to kiss you. However, he kept putting if off because he was scared of how you’d react.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out the boy’s motive. Contemplating on what to do, you took a leap of faith.

His heart beat faster and faster as your face came up to his own and you pressed your mouth over his. His lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, fingers brushing through his short brown hair as you breathed each other in.

He felt all the love flood through your kiss as he saw your pure glistening eyes; the way you looked at him made him feel like the most important man alive.

The kiss was short-lived, but was one of the best moments of your life.

“We should probably head home. I don’t want my dads to find out I’m missing.”

Walking back to the headquarters was enjoyed in peaceful silence. The beauty of the majestic trees that towered you comforted your hearts. Twigs were crunching under your feet. It was spirit-refreshing to smell the mulchy mix of the forest’s perfume.

“The commander and captain Levi scare me. What if they don’t like me as your boyfriend-“

Right before Eren could turn the knob, the main door of the Scouting Legion headquarters opened with an abrupt force.

“I already don’t like you brat.”

“Hi Captain Levi.” This was one of your habits. You would call the short captain ‘Dad’, but sometimes you would switch to ‘Captain Levi’ because you weren’t really sure how to address him. The same happens with Erwin as well. They didn’t mind it though. However, given the situation unwrapping before you, you thought it was a better idea to keep it formal.

“Where have you been?” Your other father makes his presence known and walks toward you. His deep blue eyes were piercing through your soul.

It took you a few seconds to form a pathetic reply, only to be cut off mid-sentence, ”Eren and I were just-“

“We’re not talking to you, young lady.” Erwin’s dominance filled the area, the palpable tension between you was so suffocatingly thick.

The titan-boy took it as his cue to speak. “I just brought (Y/N) out to watch the night sky, sir.”

Eren was left under the intense gaze of both his commanding officers. If looks could kill—it was such a nasty glare that was casted upon him. Then, the blond man shifted his stare to your little figure, he looked anything but impressed with his daughter.

“Interesting. And then what? You defiled her? Tch, teen boys like you think with the wrong head.” Eren was taken aback by Levi’s accusation.

“Captain, I would never.”

The tallest of the men decided to lead the conversation. “Starting tonight I wouldn’t want to see the both of you together.”

“But-“

“I didn’t ask for your opinion (Y/N). Go back to your room cadet Jaeger, and get some actual sleep. Hange will be taking you for another experiment tomorrow. As for you young lady, we’ll be escorting you to your room to ensure you don’t sneak off with some boy again.”

The following days sluggishly dragged on. Your high cheekbones were sunken. Your eyes had dark circles staring out with sadness, the usually bright orbs were terrifyingly dim. Rumors about the incident started to spread like wildfire, and Eren was actively avoiding you. There was a sense of being past everything, being past everyone.

It wasn’t fine to see with your own eyes that you were easily forgotten. You felt weightless and anonymous. You felt pain, like a knife ripping inside your gut. To add insult to injury, your dads telling you how disappointed they were in you made your heart heavily sink.

Moreover, what affected you the most was knowing you weren’t allowed to be upset. You brought this upon yourself, and you just have to own up to the repercussions of your actions, just like how Eren is owning up to his.

Sleeping peacefully in your bed, you were cradling a pillow to your chest. The sun was beaming through the blinds causing you to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task; you were a morning person after all. You groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit your face.

Today was your birthday, but it seemed like any other regular day. There was no excitement uncoiling inside you. You weren’t looking forward to another day of being the subject of gossips. Being avoided by Eren like you had the plague wasn’t a pleasing thought as well. Nonetheless, you let your troublesome thoughts take over, allowing it to numb the pinch of sadness of being left behind.

You walked down the halls, a few of your comrades greeting you. As you opened the door to Erwin’s office, you were taken aback by the view.

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N).” Eren was holding a large cake in his hands. It wasn’t the best you’ve seen, but it sure did look tasty. Judging from the aprons tied to their bodies, you deduced that the three of them baked it for you.

However, that did not clear the visible confusion plastered on your face. “Eren? What are you…?”

“He has our permission to court you,” Erwin said.

“Huh?”

“Brat, don’t act like you weren't gloomy these past days. I told you I wouldn't allow you to date until you're forty-five, but I guess it's better than to see you moping around all day.” Levi was fighting the tears that were threatening to roll down his cheeks. His daughter had grown up so fast, where did all the time go.

At that point you were welling up with tears. Call it dramatic, but you’ve been down in the dumps for the past days. You weren’t expecting such a surprise. It wasn’t about the cake; it was about them getting along to make you happy.

“Little sweetheart, if you cry that won’t be fun for anyone.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy to see all three of you get along.” Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream.

Eren put the cake down and went to your aid to wipe your tears away. “I’m sorry for being a jerk to you, please don’t cry. So are we gonna celebrate or just stand here? Also (Y/N), I think the captain added too much sugar to the cake, so don’t be surprised if it’s too sweet.”

Levi was quick to counter, “If you don’t want to clean the stables for a month then I suggest you shut your yap."

Stories always claim that the only true love we can ever find is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But you were a rule breaker, you found true love twice: in your adoptive parents, and in Eren.

A/N: To anon, writing this was a challenge because it was so specific, and because I've never read nor written an Eren fic before. I know it isn't my best work (I'm sorry) but I hope you enjoy ;)

[ Masterlist ]

[aknosde]

i’ve asked this before to other people but im curious about your answer; if the god’s blood is golden and human’s is red shouldn’t demigods have a combination of those colors?

*take this as seriously as u want lol*

Y’know, when you first sent this months ago I wrote out a really in-depth response where I went into biology and the like, and then I came back to work on it and it disappeared. That haunts me to this day because I just let this sit, but I finally have energy to go ham on this again so here we go. 

I think to look at this you really have to look at the gods. Many, many people have written posts about parentage and genetics, and if I find my favorite I’ll link it here, but the two schools of thought that most people work under are A) that gods have no DNA or B) that gods become people when they do the do. Both of which would have interesting impacts, but primarily I dismiss A because that would mean all children are essentially clones of their parents, which we know is not the case. (however if you did subscribe to that, it would mean that all campers that aren’t the same gender as their mortal parent would be trans which is really cool)

So, B) gods become people with DNA. So, the nitty gritty, do gods change their appearance when they “”become“” human? We know they can from actual mythology. I suspect that they have preferences, and those are what demigods/mortals can see, so Zeus dresses and looks like a snotty white businessman on purpose for some reason. Okay neat. God sees some mortal they want to get with, god makes themself a “”human“” body and screws around with genetics until it’s what they want. And these genetics get passed down to their offspring. Evidence being that Percy is told he looks like a photocopy of Poseidon (i don’t subscribe to Poseidon or Percy being white, btw, but evidence still applies) 

But they’re still godly, still divine. And this is where we reach another barrier, because what is inside of them? When Percy fights Ares, he bleeds gold. But Ares wasn’t on Earth or in mock human form with the purpose of making babies, he was there to beat the shit out of a twelve year old. There’s no answer. Unless I turn this boat around and talk about where the greek gods get their power because that would impact their health. Percy is more powerful in water and Clarisse receives the blessing of Ares while fighting a war, so let’s take that and say that Gods receive power from whatever they are the god of, and the health of those things. Another example being Poseidon all worn out while the oceans are so messed up in TLO. A god in their element has some more juice. 

And this is why, in a really roundabout way, I think that the red vs. gold blood would fluctuate. Overall, I would say that demigod blood is red 97% of the time, non mixed. Given that gods would have some mortal blood in their “”mortal“” bodies and the mortal blood of mortal parents. Gold blood would come into play during serious bleeding (like if we don’t treat this you’ll die bleeding) and if/when demigods are in their element and powerful. For instance, children of the big three might have more gold blood, or have gold blood more often (not that anyone can tell if they aren’t actively bleeding). Versus Annabeth, who does not have any powers or magical energy bestowed on her, probably only has gold blood when she’s bleeding out. The large amount of red blood and it’s frequency would explain why demigods who don’t know of their parentage yet would not be able to see anything wrong, and the Mist could cover the small amount of gold that a mortal might see if a demigod were ever to get inured and bleeding gold. 

[nukyster-blog]

Changing Course chapter 21) Forty minus one

Ivar awoke by the first sunlight of dawn. The white rays were watery and cold, like the temperature in the dungeon. Frost had slowly allowed itself to enter the castle’s walls and inched inside, ridding Ivar’s prison cell of the last bits of warmth.  

Ivar did not recall if he slept or lost consciousness due to the cold. He guessed the latter, as the bitter cold had chilled his fingers into useless numbness and crept further down into his body. It spread painfully from his toes into his feet robbing his skin of all color.  

“Maybe”, he thought, “this is not the worst day to die”; he honestly didn’t believe he’d survive the winter.

The cold of night had robbed him of strength, but not of spirit. He would not fight his death but he’d do everything in his power to keep his jaws locked and mouth shut. He’d undergo whatever punishment those Christians thought proper for his crime and die with dignity.

A gust of frigid wind wrapped around him like a shawl woven by ice itself. His teeth chattered as he tried to warm his body by rocking back and forth.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He began to lose his sense of time. Back and forth, back and forth. Hunger gnawed a hole in his stomach. Back and forth, back and forth.  

The dead rat slowly but steadily became a reasonable meal. Back and forth, back and forth.

“Ivar?”  

Ivar glanced up to the barred window. It was Piglet; in order for her to peek into Ivar’s prison cell she had to lay her head on the ground.  

“Piglet?” Ivar crawled underneath the window and stared up, squinting his eyes. The young woman above reached back for a moment and managed to shove her arm through the bars.  

A polished, red apple dropped into Ivar’s lap.

“Ivar…” her voice was brittle and soft; she reached further down into the cell as a desperate attempt for a last connection.  

It was impossible. Even if Ivar had been able to stand, the walls were too high.  

“I guess this is it then Piglet, we had a good run,” Ivar spoke toneless, watching her hand reach and wave, “we were a proper match you and I. It’s a shame you believe in a false God…” and that was where he stopped himself from becoming sentimental. Because both of them were aware they would never see each other again, there was no reason to voice the truth.  

“A shame,” he ended and shut out all of her weeping. For a while, her arm remained reaching and waving, but as Ivar remained silent, Piglet eventually gave up and left.  

He’d never know if she’d spoken any last words of goodbye for him, because he blocked everything out, all while eating her apple. Even the core, because he did not want her to get in trouble and he could use all the strength given.  

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Overnight the lessers of the castle had placed a beech wooden pole in the centre near the well. It wouldn't be the only silent witness of Ivar’s punishment. The rest of the bystanders were already buzzing and whispering about what was to come.  

The Giant hadn’t been pleased with Ivar’s forehead statement and had wiped off the Runen R with spit and his sleeve.  

The cobblestones bruised his knees as Ivar was shoved, poked, and kicked in order to get into the centre.  

The three rulers and the fair maiden had taken place nearest the pole, seated on wooden chairs. Their place had the best view for the spectacle, although Lambertus and his wife, Haedwien, did not look pleased with being present. The fair maiden had her hand pressed against her mouth, cheeks pale and on the verge of getting sick.  

And Ludolf, sat sunken on his seat, bored and maybe even a bit embarrassed. For it was due to his “wound” that the slave had to suffer and be an example for the rest. The bystanders were on foot, nudging and pulling to get to the front row.  

For some reason Ivar was pleased to see the Christians fight for the best spot, at least those soulless bastards had some sense of bloodlust. Maybe they were more Viking then they’d like to admit.  

Ivar was forced on his knees, facing the pole. His arms were stretched far above his head and tied to the beech wood. A knife was dragged jaggedly through his humble tunic, tearing the fabric open, baring his back, shoulders and neck completely.  

“Will they Bloodeagle me?” Ivar wondered stunned, as he pressed his cheek against the wood in an attempt to pick up everything that was happening behind him. But his arms were tied too high, leaving his face and most of his upper body pressed against the pole, minimizing his mobility.  

The Giant spoke some biblical nonsense; Ivar concluded from the Giant’s tone. Ivar’s assumption was completely confirmed when he heard the book slam shut.  

The first lash came completely unexpected and Ivar broke his solemn rule—to keep his mouth shut. A pain plagued hiss managed to escape through his teeth. The second lash managed to hit the exact same position as the first and cut through Ivar’s skin. A tortuously slow pattern emerged, one of two lashes and then a moment of ease. Ivar later learned that moment of pause wasn’t for him, no, it was for the Giant, so his arm would not tire.  

The lashes seemed to rip Ivar open to the marrow, like rigged daggers the leather dug deeper and deeper into his skin. Time did not matter anymore; all that remained was the rhythm of the lashes.  

A scream from deep within forced its way from Ivar’s mouth, it was not one of fright, but one formed entirely of anger that unleashed itself like a demon. It took two more lashes to silence him, fists clenching and teeth locking up all of his remaining sound. Now that his anger escaped him, there was only despair.  

Ivar lost count after fifteen, his ears were ringing and he could no longer see clearly. His mind seemed afloat; his body a vacant, aching shell. There was a low indistinct sound, almost animalistic. It took him a moment to realize those where his own hoarse moans.  

The cobblestones wore more and more spatters of Ivar’s blood. It did not take many more lashes for his battered skin to peel loose, falling down at his knees like bloody autumn leaves.  

A deep, raspy caw called down to him. Ivar’s eyes were able to focus enough on the top of the pole to see the black silhouette of a raven, contrasting against the milky white sky.  

“Father—“ Ivar watched the bird as his front teeth scraped over the beech wood.

The raven cawed again, its beady eyes mercilessly taking in the scene beneath it. With wings black as tar, it gracefully landed near Ivar’s knees. Ravens were known for their curiosity, but even they knew their limits. It wasn’t common for birds to come so near such a large crowd of humans. But the raven did not show any hesitation and pecked at the remains of Ivar’s skin. It peeked up again, taking a piece of Ivar before lifting off, heading off into the milky white sky.  

Ivar inhaled a sharp breath as the leather tore at his skin again, but this time he felt elevated.  

“You can beat every inch of my body,” he whispered hoarsely, “but you cannot kill me. Not today, because I am Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, and I have my father’s blessings.”  

His eyes rolled back as his body was close to giving in to the immense pain scorching his entire back. The crowd had grown silent; most faces contorted with plagued expressions. The fair maiden had fled the scene. Ludolf’s lips were twisted into a satisfied, lopsided and sadistic smile.  

Pain prevails over every emotion. It conquers lust, hunger, envy, hatred. Pain can divide brothers by blood; it can drive wise men mad.  

To triumph over pain, you need to be extraordinary—near Godly.  

In between the last few lashes, Ivar had an epiphany: he could not die before he’d fulfilled his destiny. And, although he did not know what lay in his future, he wholeheartedly believed the Gods had laid out an exceptional path for him. It became quite clear; he had beat death too many times to simply die by the hands of a Christian commoner.  

Maybe he deserved this punishment, for he’d questioned the Gods too many times and cursed them for turning him from a cripple prince into a slave. His mother had been a Vülva, able to see the past, present and future. But interpreting the will of the Gods was hard, maybe she’d seen his death wrong and had it merely been a rebirth.  

He’d been resurrected from death, by his father, time after time. So for today, Hellheim and Valhalla had to wait for his arrival, for he had his destiny to fulfill.  

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In the bible Moses’ Law referred to flagellation; the law itself meant forty lashes less one; thirty-nine lashes. The term was meant as a biblical one, in that 40 lashes were determined enough to kill a man, according to the Old Testament and thus 39 lashes was the most you give a man without declaring a penalty of death.  

Today the crippled slave of de Haar survived forty.  

.-.-.

A/N: I’m not going to lie, I’ve been so impatient to write this chapter. At the start, I only had a few guidelines: hurt, massive hurt and excruciating hurt. But then I figured I had to keep Ivar’s spirit intact in order for him to survive. So yes, once again Ragnar in the form of a Raven reappeared. As I’ve mentioned before, you can see this every way you like, spiritual, emotional. Is it just a young man in desperate need of comfort, or is there truly a link between Midgard and Valhalla? Pick whatever you please. And in case you wonder, I’ve made up Ivar’s entire path towards his destiny like the moment I started writing this story. In my head, it’s all written out, wrapped into a trilogy. Now just the time to drabble it all out. The 40 minus 1 is a true thing btw, I’ve done some (too much) research, it’s believed that Jesus received 39 whippings and since I’ve thrown Christianity into the mix I figured I might as well add some information as well.

So that was it for today, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, or sat there cringing in your chair, either way I’ve done my job well.

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1w9 vs 9w1

I am an ISTJ struggling between 1w9 and 9w1, so your recent post typing an ENFP 9w1 was interesting to me. I relate very much to the feeling of always having to prove to my parents that I am on top of things, independent, and not a source of problems. My place is always spotless when they visit and I make sure they know of all my accomplishments. However, while I don’t relate to fear of abandonment caused by conflict, I recognize that I very rarely have conflicts with other family members (just 3 full-on conflicts with my parents in the last 3 years come to mind, though many more with my sibling when staying together). Concerning the last paragraph describing a 9w1 under stress, can you describe the equivalent for a 1w9 under stress? I feel like self-criticism for me is a constant, that avoidance/procrastination comes in during times of stress, but I eventually meet whatever requirements/deadlines I needed to (with some late exceptions when overwhelmed that cause a lot of guilt).

You sound 1w9 to me, but I’ll tell you about my 1w9 ISTJ and let you decide.

I know a 9w1 and a 1w9 ITJ. Both hate conflict. Both are hard-working, resourceful, and independent. Neither one likes getting yelled at.

But one of them is very much a 1. She sees the world in terms of ‘you ought to fix this / improve this.” She offers advice to others that is rarely wrong in terms of ‘how they can improve’ because she assumes that others complaining to her is them asking for her help. 1s see the world in terms of how you can improve it. It’s not a joke or an exaggeration that there is a ‘right’ and a ‘wrong’ way to do everything from load the dishwasher to organize your desk drawer. Things like other people being rude in public, being late for an appointment, ignoring her work e-mails, or generally being irresponsible annoy the crap out of her, and she will stay behind at the office and work longer and harder than anyone else because she thinks it is her duty to do that. She can be a bit touchy IF you accuse her of doing something WRONG -- because to a 1, that is like driving up and peeing on their doorstep. WRONG? How can I be WRONG? I am NOT WRONG! I AM THE MOST MORAL PERSON AROUND HERE!!! She was devastated the one time she got a speeding ticket, because it ruined her perfect driving record of 30+ years (and it was not a fair one, btw =P).

Now, this woman hates conflict... but like all 1s, she will stand her ground if the principles involved are rigid enough. She endured what I’d call “hell” from her family members when she stood her ground and refused to back down to their attempts to bully, moralize, and otherwise pressure her into a stance she would not hold. Her Fi felt justified, her 1 locked into place, and she held firm and got her way, even though it was painful, and they treated her like crap. THEN this wonderful, amazing, godly Christian woman, who has struggled with forgiveness all her life (but as a 1, she always works hard to become “better” so she knew she could not hang onto it)... forgave them all. Because it was the right thing to do. She had to work extra hard at it, because her 1 felt angry and resentful over the injustice of how she was treated, but she did it.

Under this pressure, she was more sensitive than usual. She fell into her disintegration number, which is 4 -- and became a little more moody, and as if she was being ‘picked on’ and ‘misunderstood’ by her family. And she was. But she still held up under external pressures that would have caved in a 9w1.

The 9w1 ITJ is more apprehensive about confronting and standing up to her family, even though she will do it. She much more prefers things to be pleasant. To avoid conflict at all turns. To stay calm inside herself. She is also more likely to soften an approach, change a subject, or evade something than the 1w9 ISTJ, who has fierce opinions and likes to express them. 9w1s are also more tolerant of other people in general, less likely to ‘force’ their opinions, and more forgiving of things that would drive an ISTJ 1w9 nuts.

I once had lunch with ISTJ 1w9 and another friend in which I could see through the meal how much the 1w9 was becoming increasingly more intolerant of our dining companion. After an hour and a half lunch, the ISTJ had formed the firm conviction that this other person was: flaky, self-absorbed, argumentative, shallow, and above all, the cardinal sin in the 1′s mind, TOO DAMN LAZY.

- ENFP Mod

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(YAY LOOK LOOK I CAN SEND YOU ASKS LOOK I'M SO HAPPY) Ehem For the fandom ask: B, C, J, N, O, Z:)

Thank you for the ask!B: kasinara. I didn’t pay much attention to the kree at first, but @sinarasmith got me shipping themC: skyeward. I watched season 1 after finding out about Ward being hydra, so I didn’t even ship them during the time when they were being set up to be canonJ: Ok, I’ve got 2 for this one. The first is supergirl. I’d seen the first episode, since I’d wanted to check it out, but I never continued it until I saw a ton of stuff about supergirl on my dash. The second is Wynonna Earp. I’d never heard of the show until a bunch of Wayhaught (canon lesbian couple) gifs kept ending up on my dash, and now I’m hooked.N: answered here - https://shadowhunteragentofshield.tumblr.com/post/178737302457O: Ok, so I hit shuffle on my Spotify, and the song that came on was take me to church by hozier. Thanks to @pizza-is-my-buziness, that song always makes me think of skimmons.Z: Ok, you wanted me to ramble, so here it goes. Earlier today I was reading the magnus chase books (branch off of percy jackson), which I haven’t read since before I started watching marvel. For those who don’t know, magnus chase is the son of the Norse god, Frey, and all of Norse mythology is real, basically. So anyways, there are so freaking many marvel references. For example: Loki was eating pop tarts. That’s right, mcu Thor’s favorite food. (Oh, when I say marvel I mean mcu btw). Magnus also mentioned Captain America, and they joke around about bread and potatoes being named Phil and Steve. Phil Coulson and Steve Rogers? I have accepted it as a marvel reference. Also, Magnus said “I don’t feel so good” to Loki, and that made me think about infinity war, which is not a good thing. I also find it interesting how different some of the stuff is in Magnus Chase as opposed to marvel (also, I just noticed that marvel cinematic universe and magnus chase universe have the same initials - mcu). Instead of being all handsome and Chris Hemsworth, Thor is more of a traditional viking. Loud, bushy red beard, etc. Frey looks more like Chris Hemsworth, actually. Sif is very very different. Instead of the warrior she is in Marvel, she is a literal trophy wife (her hair is made of gold, and she uses it to make trophies). There are some good changes though. Loki is gender fluid, for example. Take a hint, marvel! Another interesting thing I found is that the magnus chase books are about stopping Ragnorak. Hm, marvel did something about Ragnorak recently. Magnus chase came out in 2015, with Thor: Ragnorak coming out in 2017. Interesting. I was actually looking forward to Thor ragnorak even though I hadn’t seen any marvel before because of the magnus chase books. The first marvel movie I watched was Thor, and then thor: the dark world, then ragnorak, and then I just kind of went on a marvel spree. I was excited to see how they would portray the valkyries, as one of the characters I really like in Magnus Chase is a valkyrie. I found it odd that Valkyrie in ragnorak didn’t have a name. How did they differentiate between them before they all died? Also, as messed up as the godly family trees are in Magnus Chase, at least they stick to the original myths. Marvel, not so much. Loki isn’t a frost giant. Loki is odin’s brother, not Thor’s. Hela is Loki’s daughter. Fenris wolf (hela’s pet wolf in ragnorak) is also Loki’s child. Yes, this is really weird, but look at any form of mythology, there’s gonna be weird stuff. Take the Greek gods for example, they marry and have children with their siblings, cousins, nieces, and nephews all the time. Ok, I think I’ve rambled for way too long, so I’m gonna stop now.Thanks again for the ask!

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YES!!

(also btw I don’t know everything about Foolish lore so half of this might be bullshitted who knows)

Alright so Foolish has canonically told us that he was the God of death but like, no longer is??

So what I was thinking is that Mumza was and always will be the Goddess of death. She was born at the beginning of time (just like Phil) to be the Goddess of death and that will not change. And yet Foolish claims he was the God of death.

How does that fit together?

Well what if Mumza had a son? Not by a mortal or anything, but what if she literally just created a son? She wanted to be a mother but her helpers who collect souls aren’t exactly very emotion-y. Her solution was to just form one of her own.

Now, I’m not sure if it should be that she made one herself before she met/married Phil, or that she was like ‘hey the void that I have no choice but to occupy 99% of the time is lonely so could you use your God of life powers to give me a child?’

Either way, it works.

So she has a child. A boy. Scultped beautifully by literal Gods. Foolish is her son so Mumza is beyond happy.

He grows up helping her with her job of collecting souls, happily walking amongst mortals to lead them to their final destination. He’s much more bubbly and kind than the demons she works with. Over time, his distinct appearnace has caused mortals to write history books and make statues of him labelling him a ‘Totem of Death’.

But teenager Foolish is different. He’s restless for adventure and he seeks an escape from the void that is his home. However, he loves his mother too muh to bring it up and potentially cause her pain.

Mumza senses this and assures him that he’s free to do as he pleases. She loves him no matter what.

Foolish says a goodbye and goes on his way, breaking off from being just a Totem of Death. He travels far and wide, enjoying his time experienceing the beauty and cultures of the Overworld.

But soon he meets a dying God. One who does not enjoy his immortal life and he begs Jeb (the God of Gods, basically) to free him of his Godly chains. Jeb agrees, but under the condition that he passes on his powers to another being as to keep the flow of the Overworld steady.

The God agrees eagerly.

Foolish shows up at the right time.

The God, who as it turns out is the God of the ocean, trains Foolish for a few centuries, slowly transferring his energy into the young Totem God.

Foolish happily wears the mantle of the Ocean God after that (though he’s sad to see his mentor go). He briefly visits home to tell Mumza all about her adventures and she smiles. She’s so proud.

After that, he wears two mantles. God of the Ocean and Totem of Death.

He’s confused though. He hasn’t been helping his mother for many centuries, nor have the humans seen him collecting souls for that amount of time either. Foolish asks his mom why that is. Her only response is that he hasn’t made a new name for himself. The title ‘Ocean God’ is still new and the humans aren’t familiar with it yet.

Foolish doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want to be a Totem of Death, but he doesn’t want to break off from his mother completely.

“I know someone who can help you with that.” Mumza says one day.

“Who?” Foolish responds.

“My husband.”

“You talk about him a lot. Can I finally meet him?”

“It’s probably time, yes. After all, he is the main reason why you exist.”

Philza agrees to help. He asks Foolish what he wants, and Foolish replies that he still wants to be connected to his mother and Godly heritage, but he doesn’t want to be a symbol of death.

Thus, the Totem of Undying is born.

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Years will go by, and Foolish will be invited to the Dream SMP. Still young in Godly years, he’s more or less ‘adopted’ by a pirate, Captain Puffy. She knows he’s a God and she knows he must come from somewhere, yet she still takes him into her home.

Foolish ends up with two moms after that.

hello wifey!!! would you like to hear about my Foolish and Mumza headcanon? :]

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