#i guess this can be set around ragnarok???

[bones4thecats]

Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack and Nikola with a s/o that's like 10X stronger than they are, like reader doesn't look like it at all but they can just pick them up and throw them over their shoulder with not even a little bit of their power wasted, reader is also known all around like a powerful and authority figure, they're a head god/goddess (kinda like Zeus and Odin)

Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack the Ripper, and Nikola Tesla Name: Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: These readers are all from different FAKE Pantheons, so you won’t be able to find any information out. But, they are all slightly inspired by the Bible, the Sinto, and the Greek Pantheon. By the way, here are the four different regions the FAKE Pantheons are from/set; Hierarchie - Germany ║ Hiérarchie - France ║ Jiēcéng - China ║ Ierarhie - Romania. By the way, these all mean ‘Hierarchy’ just so you guys know

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🪰 You had met Beelzebub back in 2000 B.C.E. at one of your first Gods’ Council Meetings as the leader of your Pantheon, Hierarchie

🪰 He was a very quiet person, and that interested you, due to being a fairly quiet person yourself. And the only reason that Beelzebub actually looked up from his hands was when someone tried to offend him, resulting in you sending a lightning bolt to strike them directly in the head

🪰 When you guys first met, Beelzebub had tried to keep his distance from you, as he didn’t want your Pantheon on his ass if you were to be harmed by this God-forsaken curse he was born with

🪰 Surprisingly, despite his obvious care for you, this curse had never harmed you, it was as if Satan had seen you as worthy of the affections of Beelzebub’s, which made him nearly cry tears of joy

🪰 Now, when it was decided that Ragnarok would have to produce 13 Gods for fighting, it was decided that there would be a Head of Pantheon fighting against a well-respected member of Humanity fighting

(Ignore the Beelzebub and Nikola Tesla fight)

🪰 It was you who was chosen to fight against Humanity’s representatives, the Greatest Warrior in History and by-far the most Successful Military Commander in History, Alexander the Great

🪰 The man had readied his Völundr sarissa as you stood there as he claimed the care that Humanity had and how they could better themselves if given the chance, your husband softly chuckled at your comeback to the pledge

" Let me guess, Brunhilde has been filling your heads with that nonsense? How fitting. She’s always been such a blood-thirsty and crude woman, I wouldn't put it behind her to lie to her assets. Though, despite the ignorant comment, you are not the dumbest man I’ve met, though, you better pray that he doesn’t die, mortal. "

🪰 The Gods erupted in laughter at your insult, and hearing Brunhilde’s swears only made it even better

🪰 Due to being well-known for your barbaric actions in battle and that you loved working your opponents up so they lost due to anger made your Pantheon cheer as Heimdall called out the starting word for Round 8 of Ragnarok

🪰 Now the only thing your husband could do is watch and hope that you come out of this unscathed, if a human could take down the likes of Poseidon, Heracles, and Hades, who knows if they can get you

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🔱 As a new head to your Pantheon, Hiérarchie, that originated in the northern land of Gaul, now known as France, by the migratory people

🔱 Poseidon was not amused when Hades had sent him a letter explaining that he was required to come to a meeting between the most powerful members of the multitude of Pantheons across the world

🔱 He had only been there a few minutes when you appeared in complete smoke, covering your feet as you strode in as your right-hand, the God of Life, Vie (life), appeared next to you, spreading light whereas you spread darkness

🔱 During that meeting, Poseidon had snuck quick glaces at you, and the only one to even come lose to noticing was Hades and Vie, who only glanced at you both and shrugged their shoulders

🔱 As you and Poseidon began to speak more and more over the next few thousand years, your relationship grew into a full-on marriage, settling a union between two of the most powerful Pantheons in mythology

🔱 Now, when Ragnarok was proposed by Brunhilde, you were chosen by Zeus to represent the Gods in the third round against an unknown human contestant

(Ignore the Poseidon vs Sasakii Kojiro fight)

🔱 You were set to go against the well-known Greek physician, Hippocrates, also known as the 'Father of Modern Medicine', who had written many different things he had discovered about illnesses, which helped Humanity grow in healing one another

🔱 Staring at the middle-aged man, despite the fact he (supposedly) lived to a very old age, that being 90 years, you scoffed lightly. This action made the physician cock and eyebrow and ask you what the matter was

" You. You are the matter. I'm the head of a Pantheon, a Supreme Deity, and I have to battle against some old man? How repulsive. " " You sound quite arrogant, ma'am/sir. " " Arrogant? Y'know, I was going to be nice and allow you the win so I can get back to doing my real job and handling my people, but now? Forget it. Grab your weapon and ready yourself, human. Because I'm not as nice as some say I am. "

🔱 Gripping his trident tighter as the second passed in the battle, Poseidon was interrupted in his thoughts by his nephew, Ares', screams of support to you as Heracles smiled and cheered for you more quietly

🔱 You were stronger than him... and if he knew he could defeat a human in battle, you definitely would. Right?

" Please be safe, my love... "

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🩸 Jack knows for certain that you're powerful, far more powerful than him. Even if he had a clone of himself, you would still win against both, no doubt. You are a Supreme Deity for a reason, after all

🩸 As your Pantheon was made many centuries before England was, you would normally curse people out underneath your breath in severely ancient Chinese, and whenever Jack asked you about your travels back home, you would rather he call it 'Zhongguo', as that is what it was called when you were made

🩸 When Ragnarok was hailed and you walked out of the Council with your smaller-Pantheon following you and the Valkyrie sisters, you were worried... what if Brunhilde chose your husband?

🩸 Unfortunately, Brunhilde had asked if your husband would be willing to participate in the battle to the death. And, being a protective spouse, you shut it down and said you would take his place

🩸 Hearing that news made Jack nearly spit out his tea, he knew you didn't want him to die again and all, but why would you sacrifice yourself like this?

" My love, I am truly sorry for not notifying you about this issue. But, I must admit, I do not wish to see you get thrown around by some punk-God who just wants Humanity destroyed. Unlike them, I know for certain that Humanity is worth fighting for, and I- I don't want you possibly dying for that cause. I'd rather die than live without you for the rest of my life. " " As your husband, I admit the same. An afterlife without you would be like living on Earth without oxygen, I would not be able to handle it. " " How about this; we fight together? After all, neither of us can live without the other, right? " " You always find the most crafty ways of getting out of this accidents, am I correct, Y/N? " " Yes you are, dearest. "

(Ignore that his original opponent was Heracles, he deserves to live U-U)

🩸 Humanity was not happy to hear that they were being represented by a killer duo, that being the supposed Jack the Ripper, a man who killed multiple women throughout the year 1888, and a Deity of Blood-lust and War, one that had tortured many in their conquest to rid the world of threats against your people

🩸 The Gods chosen to fight you both was the twins of Egyptian Mythology, Geb, the God of the Earth, and Nut, Goddess of the Sky. You just so happened to be close to Nut, which resulted in you and her going apart from one another as the battle commenced

🩸 When you and Geb looked into one another's eyes as Jack and Nut looked into their opponent's, Brunhilde looked over you all and clenched her fists

🩸 You both better come out of this alive; she doesn't need to lose someone she holds very dear to her again

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🧪 As the Supreme God of the Ierarhie Pantheon, which hailed from the European Country of Romania, you knew of many people coming from nearby lands, including the famous Nikola Tesla, who migrated from his home village in Smijan, Croatia, to North America

🧪 When you both first met, you were speaking to one of your close human friends, Marie Curie, and he noticed how your eyes lit up with amazement as she explained the suit's mechanisms

🧪 He hasn't seen anyone other than his fellow scientists look so gleefully at a piece of machinery before

🧪 As you stood and listened, Nikola had looked at you every once and a while before he was called by Marie, making him turn around and officially meet you

🧪 And he had to admit, you were one of the most gorgeous beings he has ever laid eyes upon. You were even more beautiful than the first invention he ever made

🧪 Ever since that day, you had always come in on your free-days away from Supreme-Deity duties and you would assist the many scientists on what they could do to improve the giant suit for Ragnarok

🧪 Speaking of Ragnarok, when you found out that the man you had grown close to was fighting Beelzebub, one of the most ruthless and mysterious Gods in the entire mixture of Pantheons, you had put your foot down and begun to speak with him about it, resulting in Brunhilde and Zeus making the exception for you to help out during the round, like a fight happening during a fight

🧪 When it was announced that you and Nikola were needed on the battlefield, you had hugged him tightly as he and his Valkyrie, Göndul, prepared and performed their Völundr

🧪 As you gripped your weapon, he looked down on you, gifting you the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen in your entire life of millions of years, and hearing the love-sick words pour out of his mouth made you nearly cry and kiss him for the possible first and last time

" Ljubavi (my love, I think?), I must confess this to you before we make an ultimate sacrifice. I love you, I have ever since I had laid my eyes upon your darling form. And I must do this if we do not make it out alive. "

🧪 When you felt him kiss you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him sigh contently as you kissed him right back. His and your shared fears leaving your minds for a while as the moment continued, the only thing snapping you away is the sound of Heimdall beginning your introductions

" I love you, Y/N. " " And I love you, Nikola Tesla. "

[togetherhearted]

Hey, I saw your requests were open and thought I'd pop by. Can I get Buddha and Brunhild (romantic) and Adam (platonic) with a moon goddess/demigoddess reader who's like Ranni the Witch from elden ring?

Sure! Sadly I just heard of Ranni. Wanted to try Elder Ring but Souls games are not my forte 😅 So I took the permission to go on amore generic Moon Witch path. Hope it's still ok!

BUDDHA,BRUNHILDE AND ADAM WITH A MOON GODDESS

WAXING MOON

Buddha found you performing a ritual if yours under the Waxing moon. You in the center of the paintings you made on the ground of the balcony. You had to improvise as you preferred to not be caught by the other gods. -My my, what we have here?Performing a ritual in secret?- Buddha's voice interrupted you. Your head turned towards him -Yeah...I heard about the upcoming Ragnarok and...I wanted to do...something- Your lover sat outside the magic circle - Quite kind of you, bunny. Do you mind if I stay?- You look at the moon -Not at all. Maybe being this close to me will increase your powers- You joked;closing your eyes;your mind set on the goal to help humanity and him.

FULL MOON

When Brunhilde asked you if you could, perhaps use your magic to help during the Ragnarok you did not hesitate to prepare whatever you needed. Brunhilde sat near you, outside the circle. The crystals you put around, under the full moon were sparkling;charging with magic she didn't have knowledge of. -Once changed these crystals should be able to protect your fighters.- -The "should" worries me- She said coldly. -I'm trying my best here- You murmured. Brunhilde expression softened -I know...I'm sorry...I'm...tense I guess- You smiled, looking at the sky;you closed your eyes and made a wish;hopefully it could help your loved one.

DARK MOON

-My child, is everything alright?- You opened your eyes at the gentle sound of Adam's feet on the grass. There was almost no light, the moon dark tonight. A perfect occasion to read the oracles before sleep. You shook your head;admitting to him that the upcoming Ragnarok was making you nervous and you wanted to know humanity's fate. Or at least his. Adam put a hand on your shoulder with the kind look of a loving father. -Don't do this to yourself. Let our actions speak for us. You don't need an oracle. Besides;whatever happens;whenever I win or lose, I want you to smile- You opened your mouth trying to interrupt him. Adam shook his head and ruffled your hair -I will not be able to rest tonight if I see your your sad expression,if you happen to know this is our last night and I die fighting- -Alright...- Adam nodded his head and sat beside you; contemplating life. Maybe he was right;you didn't need to know, for once.

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan’s Dream, Part 3

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

"Why am I training with you guys again?" you asked.

"So you can kick ass." Natasha responded.

"Language! And no-" Steve corrected, "so you can defend yourself."

"Exactly. Kick ass."

"Let's just start, ok?"

No way! You got to train with the Avengers! It was gonna be so-

"-horrible. This is horrible. You guys are sadists."

You groaned, barely able to move your limbs. Everything hurt. You were convinced you were dying. 

"In case I don't make it, I just want to say that you guys are both really hot and-"

Natasha laughed. “Thanks, babe, but you're not dying. C'mon, get up."

"I don't think I can."

"Yes, you can. Up you go." Steve hooked his arms underneath your armpits, dragging you to your feet. 

You stood shakily, "I thought you guys liked me. This is abuse."

"Uh huh, well, the abuse is over." Natasha's comment made you sigh in relief. "You should go take a shower though, you're sweaty and you stink."

"And whose fault is that?" you sent a pointed look at the two Avengers. 

"Yours, for not exercising more often." Natasha deadpanned.

You gasped, affronted. Then you winced because holy shit you were way too sore already. "Blaming the victim. That's not very Avenger-y of you."

"'Avenger-y'?" Steve questioned.

"C'mon, let's go get some clothes for you," Natasha said, "you really need that shower."

You huffed, "I heard you the first time."

Natasha led you to her bedroom and grabbed you some sweats, some undergarments, and a t-shirt that said "Stop undressing me with your eyes. Use your teeth."

"Really?" you questioned.

"What?" Natasha asked innocently. She dangled the shirt from her hand, waving it slightly. A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, when she looked at you. "Bet you won't wear it."

You bristled, really? You grabbed the shirt. "Watch me."

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"Well, at least the shirt is comfy." you said, having thrown on the clothes she had laid out for you. 

You were still wincing as you moved. You could admit that the soreness was persistent. Also a pain in the ass(pun not intended but very much welcomed). 

As soon as you were dressed, you left the room, carrying your bundled up clothes in your arms. You wandered, eventually managing to stumble upon the kitchen where you saw-

You dropped your clothes. It was Thor!! Now I've met both brothers! AWESOME!

But, wait a damn minute. I thought he went back to Asgard after AoU. Well I guess they technically don’t specify where he goes immediately after. They only show when he goes to Asgard during Ragnarok, but that’s set two years after Age of Ultron. Hmmm.

"Ah, Lady (y/n)! Are all things well with you?" Thor bellowed, grinning at you fondly.

I'm Lady (y/n)! 

"I'm good, Thor." You tried to maintain some semblance of chill. "How about you?"

"I am well!" Thor smiled, he wrapped his hands around you tightly, excited at seeing you. "I am quite joyful! I was not anticipating seeing you on this venture."

His tight embrace made all the sore spots send a flare of pain. You didn't care though. Thor was hugging you! And he was awesome at hugs! 

You remembered that he wasn't supposed to be here. "Why are you here?"

"I came here to inquire about some subjects, Vision was quite helpful in answering."

Ah, you thought, so he had to ask Vision some stuff about the Stones.

"How long are you staying?" you asked, the hug ending. 

"I'm departing later this evening," Thor answered, making you frown. "Do not despair! We shall feast on pop-tarts together before I depart!" 

You smiled, glad that someone else's excitement finally matched the level of excitement you were feeling. "Sounds great!" 

The two of you spent the next hour gorging on pop-tarts. Your stomach hurt from laughter(and the torture from earlier) and the two of you were having the time of your lives. At one point, Wanda had wandered into the room. She joined the two of you on the couch, trying a pop-tart because she had never tasted one before. 

The three of you started playing a game, Wanda would fly a pop-tart around the room and you and Thor would try to catch it. Tony interrupted halfway through the third round. 

"Why did I just get smacked in the face with a flying pastry?" 

Thor did not allow Tony's interruption to stop the game. Instead, he dove to catch the pop-tart before it could hit the ground. He caught it right before it touched the floor, but unfortunately, the pop-tart broke in his tight grip.

"Dammit. I guess you won this round, Thor." you grumbled.

Thor didn't respond, instead, he stared in despair at the broken pastry laying in pieces on his hand. "And yet, it does not feel as if I've won anything." Thor's voice full of melancholy.

You patted him on the back. "Don't be sad. We have more."

Thor nodded, then swallowed the broken pop-tart . "My apologies, but I cannot indulge myself in anymore. I must take my leave."

You frowned. "That's too bad." 

You didn't know when the next time you'd see him was. What? Until the events of Infinity War happened and he was angry and depressed about everything happening. Were you really that powerless to stop those circumstances from happening?

Thor hugged you tightly, his embrace warm and comforting. You sank into the hug, wrapping your arms around him just as tightly. You didn't want anyone to see the sadness or worry on your face. You tried to make your mind go blank, not wanting to start crying right there in front of all of them. After all, to their knowledge, for once nothing was wrong. 

"It is alright, Lady (y/n)." Thor tried to reassure you, noticing the way you were reluctant to let go. "Everything is alright."

But for how long?

You just squeezed him tighter before letting go. You forced a smile on your face, trying to appear happy. "I know," you managed, "can you promise to come back soon?" 

You weren't sure if just asking was enough to make a difference, or even if he would be able to follow your request, but you would take any scrap of hope you could because you were not gonna allow everything to end up the same.

Thor smiled at you softly, the first time you've seen him expressing something other than excitement or joy. It was simple fondness and adoration, "I swear to you, I will return. And maybe then we shall commence another round of this ingenious game you created."

You nodded, relieved at his agreement. "Then I hope you have a good time. Make sure you stay safe."

"Of course," Thor affirmed, before wrapping you up in another hug.

Tony snorted. "He's not going off to war."

~~

After Thor's departure, you hung around the Tower for about another half-hour before you looked at your phone and realized that it was just about time for you to leave. Peter said he would wait for you at 6:30 in the lobby, and it was only three minutes until then. You didn't want Peter to get all worry-crazy again, so you said your good-byes to Wanda, Natasha, and Tony. You couldn't find Steve, but you hoped that you'd see him again soon.

"How was it?" Peter asked, brows furrowed in worry when he saw the limp in your gait.

"Pretty good," you responded, "unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to make the pear shooter."

"That's too bad," Peter distractedly responded, "are you okay? You look like you're in pain."

You couldn't help the way your heart squeezed at the genuine concern in his voice. "I'm alright. Steve and Natasha decided to start training me today, so I had to go through that pain. But by the time they're done with me, I'll probably have like a six-pack or something. Which is cool cuz like, muscular women are hot."

Peter tilted his head. "Are you sure you're fine? Avengers training must be really hard."

"I'm pretty sure I'll live," you managed, "for how long, that's the question.

"Also," Peter added, "when did you get that shirt?" 

He averted his eyes when you looked down at the words on your t-shirt. You remembered what it said and smiled giddily when you thought of how Natasha Romanoff gave you a shirt! You! One of her shirts! You owned an Avenger's t-shirt!!

"I got it from Natasha," you proudly stated. "Do ya like it?"

Peter coughed. "It's very...nice."

"I know right!" You nodded. "It was so amazing of her to give it to me, don't you think? She is so amazing."

"Has your crush on Black Widow returned?" Peter questioned, noticing your palpable adoration of the woman.

"Who said it ever left?" you asked. "Besides, how could I not? She's so strong and smart and pretty and so, so, awesome."

You were a hopeless simp, but who could blame you? You had met the Avengers! The frickin Avengers!! And Natasha fucking Romanoff had lent you one of her shirts. She was a close friend of yours apparently, and you loved it.

You were completely right about Natasha, but you remembered that another one of your loves was right in front of you. "Peter, you're strong, smart, and pretty too, not to mention a complete dork which is awesome because I am too!"

Peter grinned, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Thanks, (n/n)."

You winked at him, cheeks warm from excitement. "No problem, honey bun."

The two of you began the journey back to his apartment, talking about random topics the entire time. You felt like your heart was going to burst from happiness, here you were with one of your heroes and the two of you were talking like old friends. You had never had many(any) friends so having Peter Parker be your friend was insane. Especially because of how good of a friend he seemed to be. Granted, you didn't have much to go off of, but he was kind, attentive, funny, and smart, and he seemed to genuinely care about what you had to say.

You couldn't imagine a better companion, so who cared that you didn't have much friend-experience?

"You know you're really awesome, right?"

Peter looked at you and smiled. "You are too, (n/n)."

~~

"Does she seem a bit...different to you?" Steve questioned.

Natasha hummed. "She definitely seems more excited when she comes here, but that's about it. Why?"

Steve's brows furrowed, "I don't know, it's just-"

"You two are just being paranoid," Tony strode into the room, "I, being the amazing person that I am, have decided to make her an Iron Man suit, with her help. That is why she's so excited. Also, that boy who's always with her probably has something to do with it."

Natasha snickered, while Steve frowned. "Isn't he like 15? (y/n) wouldn't break the law like that." Steve's forehead creased as he thought.

"3 years isn't much of a gap," Natasha said, "besides, if you go back a couple months that would be perfectly legal."

Steve's frown deepened and Natasha laughed. "What's wrong? Jealous that the little boy is getting more attention than you?"

Steve protested, "no, I-"

Tony laughed, "Capsicle is just mad that she got over him being a 100 year-old-man on drugs. Sorry," Tony patted Steve on the back, leaving the room. But not without calling out and laughing, "guess you've just gotta settle for being beat by that kid."

~~

You flicked on the light, and stepped into the apartment.

You closed the door behind you, then walked into the kitchen. You couldn't hear anyone else in the apartment, but you knew that "your" mom was going to be here by the time you got home from the internship. She had told you so before you left for the Tower.

You turned the light on in the kitchen/dining room, looked around. You spotted a note on the table, and you moved to grab it. You read it, humming as you did so. 

I called and ordered your favorite dinner, went to go pick it up. Should be back by 7:15, your dad will be here around the same time. See you soon and don't burn down the house while we're gone. And if you do, make sure it looks like an accident so the insurance will pay for it.

You were in awe at how different "your" mom was from your mom back home. 

All of the lights going out at once interrupted your thoughts, plunging the apartment into darkness.

A noise came from the dark living room. "Ah shit," you cursed. I gotta go. There ain't no way I'm ending up like those people in horror movies. All those stupid motherfu-

“Hello, darling."

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

As soon as you heard the voice calling out in the dark, you were ready to get the hell outta there. Unfortunately, you weren't used to this new apartment so you ran into a wall. As you laid on the floor and cursed, the lights turned back on. Hitting your head on the wall had dazed you, but you could've sworn you knew that voice.

When you saw the person approaching you, you both tensed up and relaxed. You're reaction was confusing but-

How were you supposed to react when Loki broke into your apartment?

"Apologies," he chuckled, "I did not expect my arrival to cause you to attack the wall."

You sat up from off the floor, leaning against the wall you had just run into. "Really? You didn't think that breaking into someone's apartment and turning the power off would surprise someone?"

"Actually, the power went out all on it's own," Loki corrected. "Besides, I have been sitting here for quite a while, you simply never bothered to look up and see if anyone was in your living room"

"Are you-" you stopped. This was Loki, you didn't have the time to argue with him. You would normally be happy to spend time with him, but if "your" mom came in and saw him, you worried she might murder him. "Why are you here? You can't be here."

Loki tilted his head, looking at you in curiosity and delight. "You are rather relaxed considering our last encounter."

"You mean when you kidnapped me?" 

"Yes, that." Loki's gaze searched you. "Why is it that you are so calm after such an experience? You don't strike me as stupid. Well, at least not as much as most humans. But you're at ease in this situation. Why is that?"

You swallowed at how his eyes seemed to bore through you, "I'm just in shock right now. I'm sure I'll be plenty freaked out later."

Your feeble excuse only caused Loki to raise an eyebrow, his expression showing just how unconvinced he was. "As lovely as it was to see you again, I'm afraid I have to leave now. I will see you soon."

"See me soon?" you echoed.

He smirked, "you can count on it, darling."

[mxomo]

kinktober: voyeurism ♡ ︎featuring hermes (& poseidon)

Hermes spots Poseidon and his wife having a little fun. c/w: record of ragnarok, female reader, voyeurism, light choking. poseidon gets it on. a/n: this is actually more poseidon/reader, but the prompt is voyeurism so.. turned out okay i guess?

Hermes couldn’t believe his luck.

For millennia, he had spent his time dancing around the shadows, shoving his nose into where it didn’t belong. He had seen nearly everything; Zeus’ relentless affairs, Aphrodite’s proudest sexual conquests, even Hades cooing at weird looking For millennia, he had spent his time dancing around the shadows, shoving his nose into where it didn’t belong. He had seen nearly everything; Zeus’ relentless affairs, Aphrodite’s proudest sexual conquests, even Hades cooing at weird looking demon creatures when nobody was looking like they were house pets and not drooling, sadistic monsters. creatures when nobody was looking like they were house pets and not drooling, sadistic monsters.

When Hermes had set out that morning, he was counting on making his usual rounds around the area and allowing that to lead his direction for the day. It has been quiet as of late, he realised, with very little activity to spy on.

He did, on occasion, wander in the direction of Atlantis at Zeus’ request. Since the ascension of the Queen, the seas had been oddly calm, meaning that he ventured along this rare more rarely than he used to (not that he would admit to slacking on any of his duties, ever).

He was buried carefully in the shadows as your voice echoed down the long hallway.

“Lighten up, my love,” you sang, pressing up against Poseidon as he tried, fruitlessly, to ignore you. “It’s our anniversary! You can pretend to be happy, at least.” Your teasing tone lightened your slightly jabby words as your stoic husband finally looked at you wordlessly. Your face bloomed into a big, lovely smile at his special attention, unintentionally pulling a small grin from him at your enthusiasm.

“I don’t see the point in that,” Poseidon griped as you pulled his hands onto your waist, wrapping your arms around his torso in return. “You know I am happy.”

“Do I?” you teased. Hermes, from his spot in the dark could see you pressing into your husband’s crotch area, gyrating into him in a cheeky attempt to coax him to life. “Oh, maybe you are a little happy.”

Poseidon, unimpressed as always, glared slightly at your teasing, his usual reaction to anything and everything. Though he often had a biting remark to hand, he had but moments ago noticed the lurking shadowing presence observing their interaction, and he was curious as to what you wanted to do. So he stayed quiet.

Standing up on your tiptoes, you pulled on his neck to bring him down closer to you as you whispered in his ear. “I’m happy today, darling,” you breathed, pressing yourself against him entirely, the thin cotton of your dress hardly concealing the feel of your hard nipples against his bare chest. Hermes stayed fixated as he watched you kiss your husband, his reciprocating with just as much enthusiasm as you - the most vibrancy Hermes had ever really seen coming from his Uncle.

His greedy eyes didn’t miss your next action of sliding your hand down the front of Poseidon’s trousers, gently grasping his cock in your palm as you coaxed a moan or two from your husband. “Can I show you? How happy I am?”

He hummed slightly, indicating his consent with following along with what you wanted, for now. With a delighted grin, your eyes darkened as you pulled your hand from his crotch, placing them against the sides of your tits instead. Pressing them together, you made eye contact with your husband, shuddering under the weight of his gaze, your cunny instantly dampening. Your fingers found their way to the front of your dress, flicking a gentle pressure against your hardened nipples as you swayed your hips side to side beneath Poseidon’s tightened grip, a small and effective attempt at enticing him.

Hermes’ eyes widened as your hands slid under the folds of your dress, pulling those beautiful, fleshy mounds from its confines and giving him the privilege of a full view. He delighted in your expression; content, opened mouth, blushing; pressing your tits against his chest, you giggled at his simple as you wiggled your hips a little faster, sending him a wink as the straps of your dress fell loosely off your shoulders.

Sucking in a breath, Hermes moved his hand to his own surprisingly tense member, glancing down at the long vein that was beating along the top and the weeping, reddened tip before focusing back onto you. His breaths deepened as he pulled his shaft out of his trousers, stroking himself leisurely as his eyes remained transfixed.

Hermes couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the view.

Against the wall, your dress was bunched around your stomach as Poseidon pushed you up against it, a smirk on his face as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and he moved his teeth aggressively onto your pebbled peaks. You thrust your head back, hitting your head on the wall almost a little too hard as a long, honeyed whine fell from your mouth, your husband knowing precisely where to touch you to render you utterly incoherent and desperate for him.

“F-fuck,” Hermes moaned, almost completely inaudibly as he gripped himself tighter, spitting down onto his shaft to get a better grip. Sliding his hands more comfortably, it took him much more effort than expected to keep himself quiet, unable to tear his eyes from you as his pleasure increased with every pump of his palm. His thoughts swam with the fantasy of fucking you dumb with his cock instead of his own hand, what it would be like to bury his face between those glorious thighs, what your tits would taste like as he marked them as his. His gaze sharpened as the sight before him escalated; Hermes could only imagine how wet you were, based on how hard Poseidon was slamming into you and how quickly he was able to without splitting you apart.

Hermes was absolutely delighted that he stumbled on the King of the Seas with his cock out and raging, pounding into you as you babbled incoherently. His hand, wrapped firmly around your throat, essentially holding you up that way, kept you in place as his hard thrusts caused your tits to bounce much too dangerously, forcing you to hold onto them the best you could as your back was pressed into the wall and your legs spread wide and open for him, his other hand supporting you by hooking under the back of your knee.

Perhaps he would make the trip to Atlantis more often.

prompt list • kinktober masterlist • masterlist

[agentshades]

Ok ok, but something's up with Bob Baldur

**spoilers for Alan Wake 1 and 2***

So, Bob Baldur - the mysterious 3rd member of the Old Gods of Asgard. I actually thought he was a new character for Alan Wake 2 when I first played it, a sudden new person in what had always been an iconic rock duo. Suddenly there and mentioned in a newspaper article as having died sometime in the past.

But! Then now I'm replaying Alan Wake 1 and Alan Wake's American Nightmare. In the scene where Alan encounters the Anderson brothers at Cauldron Lake Lodge, if you hang around long enough, Tor will tell Alan that he should have been at the parties they threw at the farm. He then specifically mentions "Fat Bob Baldur" throwing an Amp out the window and hitting a "hippie chick." He then mentions that Bob died, and Odin quickly cuts in to yell "leukemia!" With a speed that makes me wonder if he was trying to interrupt something else Tor might have been about to say.

Then, in Alan Wake's American Nightmare, there's a radio in the motel courtyard that plays an interview with the Old Gods and again, Fat Bob Baldur is mentioned and again it comes up that he died, and again Odin hastily shouts "leukemia" before redirecting the conversation.

That's all got me properly suspicious as to what actually happened to Bob Baldur. But then we see him for the first time in Alan Wake 2, oin photos of the band from back in the day, in the projection during Dark Ocean Summoning, and in the musical sequence with young Tor and Odin. But he's not fat. He's possibly the skinniest member of the band. Now, this could be explained either by Remedy changing their opinions on depicting fat people in a joking manner with changing cultural attitudes on fatphobia or just a desire to have Baldur also played by a member of Poets like Young Tor and Odin are (and none of the Poets being particularly weighty guys). But it could also have some unknown significance.

What I find more interesting is that Bob appears with Tor and Odin in the musical. Neither Tor nor Odin are dead, they have simply entered the Dark Place via the Lake. Time being meaningless there, they can look young if they want to I guess. *But* Bob is supposedly dead. Dead people don't go to the Dark Place, it isn't hell or something. So how is Bob there unless the reports of his death are fabricated and he somehow ended up in Cauldron Lake or some as yet unknown other entrance to The Dark Place?

What's more, what little we know of the Old Gods' backstory parallels a lot of things about Scandinavian mythology: Odin loses an eye to Door, Tor calls lightning to banish Door presumably into the Dark Place, and Baldur dies.

But Baldur's death in mythology means something very important.

Baldur's death is the beginning of Ragnarok, the end of the world.

Just what really happened to Bob Baldur, and what might it have set in motion?

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Predatory

Summary: Written for Day 22 of AU-gust 2024. Set during Httyd 1. Orphan AU, I guess. Hiccup loses Stoick during a raid and he's in shock. The wrong kind of man sees an opportunity.

Warnings: Implied Major Character Death

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 405

Prompts: Orphan

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Gobber, Spitelout

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Completely taken by surprise myself. I saw the AU-gust blog place today's card and that gave me the sudden idea to write this fic. Might look back at previous prompts, maybe I'll write a couple more, who knows.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

He should probably feel sad or angry, he should curse the dragons as he watches the fire rise and consume the ship, but Hiccup feels nothing.

That is his father on the funeral pyre and he feels nothing.

“It’s okay to cry, lad. You know that, right?” Gobber asks softly, taking a knee next to him as his arm settles around Hiccup’s shoulders. All of Berk is here at the docks or up on the cliffs for the funeral, a silence dominates them. It was during a raid that Stoick died. He did so protecting his son, he died a father.

Hiccup doesn’t give him any sort of a reaction, simply stares ahead and watches the fire. Why should he cry? He feels nothing.

Gobber watches him a moment longer, not missing the hollow pain in his eyes, the way he just seems so dull and muted. Like life could go ahead and pass him by now and he wouldn’t miss it.

So he sighs sympathetically as he rises, his knees aching. No child should have to bury their parents this young, but Hiccup has no one now. His mother died when he was a babe, his father when he was 15 and he has no other blood relatives. No grandparents. That leaves him as the sole Haddock, still the heir, probably chief by tonight. It’s early morning now, Berk wasted no time building Stoick a funeral pyre, he deserves to be taken away to Valhalla to feast until Ragnarok.

With one last rub on his upper back, Gobber decides to give Hiccup a moment. He didn’t help with the pyre, he didn’t help with anything, but they don’t blame him like they would with his other mistakes. Every attempt to talk with him is met with silence, like he’s not even here. Everyone can tell that he’s in shock.

But when Gobber leaves him be, someone else takes his place and rests a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Boy-o,” the hand’s owner uses a nickname usually reserved for his own son. “You’ll be alright, we’ll make sure of that.”

Something inside of him causes Hiccup to move, to give some kind of a reaction at long last. He looks up and finds Spitelout standing by his side.

But he thinks nothing, he still feels nothing. And so he looks back at the fire consuming his father and Spitelout pulls the future chief closer.

[koko-mochi]

R'koko snapped awake to the sounds of birds singing outside her window and the warmth of the sun splashing across her room in the Baldesion Annex. She'd slept in again, snared in the horrible recurring nightmares that haunted her sleep. The haunting loss of her friends, the loss of innocents, the loss of her own life in the end, these things conjured images of blood and death and worse things night after night.

Wuk Lamat was already up, a gentle depression in the feather bed remaining where she had lay. She was usually up early. That was fine. But the empty bed served to emphasize R'koko's loneliness, the profound grief of being the "Warrior of Light," something that even the warmth of the Turali emissary's arms around her could not alleviate.

R'koko shivered as she got up, her cold sweat sending a chill through her body. She saw something on the floor, near the door to her room, an envelope someone had slid there, with The Warrior of Light written on it in a blocky script. She tugged on a pair of underwear and a baggy linen shirt and plopped down on the edge of the bed to read the letter.

Dear R'koko, I have a slow day today. Maybe we can spend some time exploring Labyrinthos? I would enjoy your company, and we can talk about your next "adventure." - Erenville -

So an hour and a half later R'koko was wearing her armor, smelling of soap and clove, riding the lift down into the sprawling complex of Labyrinthos. She spotted her Viera friend almost immediately, standing across the plaza where gleaners constantly loaded and unloaded specimens from across Hydaelyn.

Erenville was leaning against a stone railing, looking out across the vast space before him. When R'koko came to stand beside him, he looked down at her and stifled a laugh. "Full armor?" he said, "I assure you nothing in Labyrinthos stands a chance against you, Miss Warrior of Light."

The miqo'te looked down at her gauntletted hands. "It's just a habit, I guess. Trouble does have a way of finding me."

Erenville rolled his eyes. "You have no idea," he said. Then, "Come on, walk with me."

"What is this all about?" She fell into step beside him as he left the plaza at a leisurely pace and set out across the Outer Circuit.

"I told you in my note. I want to talk about our upcoming travels." The Viera's tone was calm, cool. There was no sign of the sarcasm he could at times be inclined towards. It seemed, at least to R'koko, that he was sincere.

"I'm excited for it," R'koko grinned, cracking her knuckles, "Wuk Lamat has been telling me all about Tuliyollal, it seems amazing." It was rare to see her face light up like it did in that moment, ever since the voyage of the Ragnarok and whatever she encountered at the edge of the universe her demeanor had been haunted and distant. Erenville had noticed it, despite barely even knowing R'koko. And he noticed her smile now too.

"I love my homeland," he said, "And I hope you will too." He paused, looking up at the dome high overhead that so accurately mimicked the actual sky. His voice got a little quieter. "But be careful, okay. Don't rush into this one. There's a lot that Wuk Lamat isn't telling you."

R'koko seethed at the implication that her girlfriend was keeping secrets from her, but made a concentrated effort to keep her shoulders relaxed and her face at ease. "I promise she tells me more than you think."

"Just..." he sighed, "she's royalty. She's been taught what to say and do in order to win people's trust and get what she wants."

"You make it sound like she's using me as a pawn in some scheme," R'koko ground out, "But I assure you the things that happen between us behind closed doors are very real."

"Behind closed--oh no. No no no no no. Are you saying she's your lover?"

"So what if I am?" she grumbled, "Shouldn't you be happy for her? She's your childhood friend after all."

"She isn't that little girl anymore, R'koko. I cherish my memories of her, and consider her my friend, truly. But she's making a bid for the throne of Tuliyollal. She wants you there as her champion. Regardless of how much I like her, I can still see that she is using you as a tool to win power in Tural."

"She wouldn't use our relationship to manipulate me. You may have known her as a child but I know her right now, really know her. I'm choosing to be her champion, because I want to support her."

Erenville's shoulders slumped, though his body language always seemed opaque and hard for R'koko to understand. "Of course there's no dissuading the Warrior of Light. Maybe we should talk about something else."

"Fine by me," R'koko said, relaxing slightly. But she didn't bring anything up. Instead, the two walked in silence along the Outer Circuit, past magnificent flora and fauna from all across Hydaelyn. At one point Erenville quietly pointed out a strange wooly camelid that he said was native to Tural.

They slowed as they crossed a bridge over a roaring cataract. "I am happy for you, R'koko. I know things have been...hard for you...since your return from Ultima Thule. Y'shtola told me she was worried about you."

A wistful smile crept across R'koko's lips. "Y'shtola is always worrying about me." A sigh. "I do love her for it." She looked up at Erenville, trying to read the expression on his face. "I'm guessing you worry about me too, as well as worrying about your childhood friend."

"I don't want to see either of you get hurt," he said, his voice taking on an unusual tenderness.

"I understand that," she said, starting to walk again. "But Wuk Lamat and I are both adults. We can take responsibility for our own actions. And we can face the consequences."

"I just hope you can forgive her, when she turns out to be different than you hoped."

"Trust me," she smirked, "I most certainly can."

[not-souleaterpost]

ENTP CRONA DUMP

Not going back on my word, just forgot to post a dump of "ENTP Crona" stuff I planed to just post all at once in a year, but after trying to stop doing stuff like that, I just thought I post what I had and be done with it.

, the thing even I don't really find funny, but I think I have to do it to get it out and book end it. A lot of it isn't really funny, some of it may sound a bit edgy or abrasive, but it's just in good fun, still putting it under the "keep reading thing" because of the amount and shittyness of the "content" Enjoy or yeah...sorry

ENTP Crona experiencing a soul rejection, screaming in agony because of not being able to deal with figuring out if "video games are art" or "video games aren't art" is the more contrarian oppinion at the moment

ENTP Crona reading shizophrenia symptoms on google "Wow, he is literally me"

ENTP Crona fleeing into the desert, going down a hole to cry

Ragnarok "Wait, the cow already killed Medusa a year ago, why we doing this bitch shit again?"

ENTP Crona "I posted a deliberately controversial and edgy meme into the group chat again, when they all see it, I wont be able to deal with how angry everyone will be..."

Soul: "You cant just nonstop spam shit on the internet, people will think you don't have a life"

ENTP Crona: "But I kinda don't..."

Soul: "Still writting on every single subject for 10 hours straight must be tiring and exhaustive, take a break"

ENTP Crona: "But I wrote everything in the last 5 minutes

Soul: "Heh, dont like partys either? Guess reading the room can be stressful even for somebody as cool as me sometimes-"

ENTP Crona "No, I can read it just fine, just then choose to say the thing that sets the roof on fire and regret it five seconds later.

ENTP Crona trying to figure out if Maka subscribes to the theory that Holden is a child abuser himself in "The Catcher in the Rye", only if yes, to arguee that not even the creep teacher was one and it is a misreading, and its actually about idk, read it in school so cant even come up with an explantion.

ENTP Crona trying to cheer up a crying Maka, after she got made fun of for liking bad music by Soul

"No, I like Speeding bullet 2 heaven too! Well except the Beavis and Butthead skits, even I am not that contrarian"

ENTP Crona curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, not able to face the world, cause liking Ringo Star is to mainstream now but changing to hating him is just too painful...

ENTP Crona after everyone gets confronted with their lives just being fiction

"Well actually I prefere the anime ending"

But after mostly everyone agrees

"But, actually the manga works in a certain way afterall-"

ENTP Crona during the anime only scene where Maka and Crona talk about Maka's mom - its the same scene lol, remember those 4th wall breaking snide comments Crona barely managed to not blabber out loud lol

ENTP Crona "Marvel movies were allways bad"

Marie "Oh you aren't dumb and incompetent!"

ENTP Crona "Why did it took me 8 hours to put together the IKEA table?"

Marie "Oh dont be to hard on yourself, screwing in the table legs upside down could happen to anybody!"

Maka confronting Medusa: I'm here to save ENTP Crona and Mary!

Medusa: Nah, they both are still stuck in the maze going in circles

ENTP Crona after a tourist asks for directions in Death City: "I'll be honest, even though I am living here for years now, I myself cant deal finding my home without google maps"

ENTP Crona "I'm the Joker, baby! (Jared Leto version)"

ENTP Crona "-oh so a glorbo, or smol bean, cinamon bun is a charachter like Paulie from the Sopranos!"

ENTP Crona after trying to read "Finnegans Wake" "Damn, thats how high I still have to climb..."

ENTP Crona watching X:RA "Wow, I actually get 90 percent of the wordplay! This show is great!"

MGMT Patty : "Time to pretend..."

*ENTP Crona visualising all the different ways to take out and kill the people around*

Ragnarok "And I thought I was the psychopath! We aren't even eating souls anymore, whats guipi wrong with you?

ENTP "Grocery shopping is boring and I thought about the 3 different storys I'll never write down enough for one hour..."

ENTP Crona "-and that's why the metodology that is used to diagnose diseases by only relying on a checklist of data points that may have many different origin points is flawed

Stein "I am the doctor with 10 years experience, take your antibiotics prescription and get out!"

Stein, litting a cigarete after ENTP Crona goes out after apologising "Damn, the kid may be right, shit..."

ENTP Crona be like "Actually, I think Epstein is still alive"

ENTP Crona "Yeah Myerrs brigs and Horrorscopes are the same... Because they both actually are describing something and aren't completly wrong, if you know you know...

ENTP Crona actually getting a tatoo even though it is a stupid thing to do in general, because thats the only way to remember Maka's birthday. Cause aint nobody remembering more than 4 digits...

ENTP Crona using all experience and time to reflect, to start a dramatic uplifting speech that leads into Maka defeating the Kishin with a punch- Ah wait thats just what happened in the anime again lol

ENTP Crona: "I wore a dress for most of my life, yet that is not as embarassing as riding on an electric scooter"

ENTP Crona "Oh ofcourse I'm to scatterbrained and lazy to actually finish a webcomic, that's why I included an in universe callout by a charachter, so I will stay motivated out of spite and want of being better than those, proving the mean pixels wrong!"

ENTP Crona: -the setting being the aftermath of a nuclear testing site is a brilliant synedoche of our society pre and post world war 2, how the atomic age is nearly unrecognisable, being both so much more advanced that previous incarnations do not even look human in retrospect, while exagerating ourselfs into cartoon versions of ourselfs do to paranoia and stereotypes, shared faster and faster, that we soak up like Sponges, being the perfect worker and consumer in one - in a way thats Rock Bottom, the breakdown of communication, only restored by recognising the humanity of the other, even if they look at us with even more potent disgust than we already do.

Maka: Wait, I thought these iceberg videos were just supposed to list of fun facts and triva about Spongebob

ENTP Crona: What gave you that idea, Maka?

TERF Maka: I STILL hate J K Rowling

EC: "Borat is racist-"

M: "No the joke is that he exposes the prejudices of the common american person-"

EC "against Kazakhstanis"

M: "No no- wait... you are right..."

EC: "If MF Ghost was with the culture, it would have used Phonk instead of Eurobeat"

EC: "Where the fuck is Marioh Judah?"

*EC annoys excalibur into quitting*

EC :"Im like prince, everybody thinks In gay but actually im homophobic-"

EC: "Non-cellular phones actually had their purpose - like if somebody called them, you would either know nobody is home, or the person who answered could either inform you where the one you are calling is if you didnt reach the person or just find them - also the fact it was in the same spot ment nobody lost it and could allways find it when needed and it never ran out of battery, also-"

M: "If you don't like the phonecase I gifted you just say so...

R: "Dude, dont we still use mirrors for comunication"

EC "Think Im constrained by the limitations of canons?"

TRAD Tsubaki "Well they didn't make a sign of the cross in the church, so they kinda deserved being slayn by Ragnarok..."

M "Hey you are looking down, everything ok?

EC "Thanks for caring, but the thing is, to explain it all, all the connections and reasons and evidence would make me just look more weird and whiny, and this all, including the fact that I cant even say why I cant say without being whiny and long winged is part of it...

EC "I used trouble not descending into negative loops of self pity and disgust with myself and the world... But then I just developed a hyperfixation on not-having-hyperfixations"

???? Death: IDK

EC *reading the bible* "It even predicted people obssesing over lolcows with the whole golden calf story, damn...

EC: Rip Kissinger

EC: Slouching? No, I'm just posture-divergent

EC: I do love myself - one has to love even their biggest enemy...

EC in the future:

M: Are you really ready for children?

EC: I accidentally watched a trailer for despicable me 4, and after hearing all the pandering 80s song and repetitive family hinjix humor I just thought "Oh, how cozy would this be to watch with my Kids and Wife!"

So yeah, I CAN deal with it

[in-defense-of-loki]

Why does everyone keep shifting responsibility from Thor to Odin? Thor AND Odin have destroyed Loki’s identity together. Thor created the WAR that Loki had to fight. Who puts a WAR on the shoulders of his little brother and says"Here, FIGHT THIS WAR AND STAY SANE"At least Odin taught his children not to seek warDo people really not understand what the word 'war' means? How could it easily kill Loki and everyone Loki knows? How would it force Loki to kill a huge number of sentient beings?

I agree that Thor and Odin both played a part in the way Loki was essentially used and abused. But Thor is also a victim of Odin. Thor's problem is that he was raised with thoughts of honor and glory coming from war; after all, that's how his father got it, and his father before him. So Thor ends up idolizing war as a means for proving himself because of Odin's teachings. Odin just really is a shit father in the MCU, only realizing he has failed Thor almost too late (the coronation) in the first movie and then subsequently banishing him to Earth for it. As if that's supposed to actually and reasonably make him change? Whatever, I guess it worked.

Loki shouldering the burden of cleaning up after Thor was actually set up on him by both Frigga and Odin, when Frigga brings it up in a deleted scene from the first movie. So again we see how Thor being the golden child has really put him in a sour position of not understanding responsibility and consequence because his own parents believed that was Loki's job. And truthfully Thor is quite oblivious to certain things, like how his actions can hurt those around him or how Loki is expected to do things mentioned before. Thor has no idea, and he's only partly to blame.

Imo, Thor becomes antagonistic, mean, and spiteful to Loki on purpose starting in Ragnarok. Mostly due to Waititi and the writers not understanding what was set up in the previous movies, or respecting character development prior to what he, Taika, wanted to write and direct. Also Chris is to blame here, too, he was actually quoted saying Thor was getting too boring, too difficult to maintain. Plus, we fans would point out that it's clear he was envious of the popularity Loki gained, instead of Thor.

Also, for Avengers, Marvel already came out and said Loki was being manipulated, that his actions weren't his own. Problem is, that was when the movie was peaking, currently they're trying to take it back and act like that wasn't the case, despite the movie itself having specific scenes to showcase that Loki wasn't acting of his own accord. These "fans" wanna choose to disregard it and agree with Disney's new take. Hard to argue against willfull ignorance...

[agnerd-bot]

Fate Fanservant: Red Riding Hood, Wayward Hunter of the Forest(Pretender)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: Red Riding Hood’s iconic cloak, the outside a deep crimson and the inside a gleaming golden, rests on her shoulders, coupled with a white shirt and a black skirt. A pair of glasses is perched on the bridge of her nose, and a huntsman’s rifle hangs over her shoulder. 

Second Stage: The rifle is replaced by a pair of twin woodcutter axes, and a pair of wolf ears now poke out from her head. Her hood is pulled further over her head in an attempt to hide these features, shadowing parts of her eyes. Red Riding Hood’s left arm is transformed to that of a werewolf’s claws, and her teeth are narrowed and sharpened.

Final Stage: Red has now taken the form of a massive white werewolf, towering over everything in sight, her mouth split into four parts and revealing a blinding white light within. In her hands is a titanic blade shining with the light of the sun, and on her head is a crown of four antler-like horns. Her red cloak continues to billow in the wind behind her.

Theme:

Traits:

Class: Pretender, Beast

Alternate Class: Assassin, Archer

True Name(s): Little Red Riding Hood, The Big Bad Wolf, The Werewolf of Auvergne, Fenrir, The Beast of Gevaudan, Beast IV: R

Source: French Fairy Tales Norse Mythology, French Legend

Region: France

Alignment: Chaotic Evil Attribute: Beast

Known as: Blanchette, Le Petit Chaperon Rouge, Rotkäppchen The Beast of Ragnarok, The Beast of Rampage, The Monster That Heralds the End Times, The Beast of Childhood Fables, Mankind’s Fear of Wolves

Voice Actress: Inoue Marina

Deck: QABBB

Parameters:

Strength: A+ Endurance: EX Agility: B Mana: C Luck: D NP: EX

Passive Skills:

??? A:

A power granted to the one who lay claim over the dark forests themselves, yet one still unknown by Chaldea.

(FGO Effect:)

-Increases own critical damage by 12%. -Increases own damage by 250.

Independent Manifestation E(X):

A skill common to her class, Red Riding Hood's nature is to stray off of the set path she is meant to take, instead opting for the journey to take a more 'scenic route'. No matter who gives her the warning or how the tale is told, Red Riding Hood will always wander off the beaten path one way or another. As a result, it is incredibly hard for Red Riding Hood to be properly corralled into doing something without her either getting lost, getting distracted, or simply having horrible luck.

"Whoops! Where did the time go? Guess I should've listened to those instructions better, huh?"

In reality, Red Riding Hood's own flighty nature and unreliability is a facade, meant to lure those around her into a false sense of security. Whenever Red Riding Hood ends up 'getting lost', she is furthering her own goals as a Beast. As her ultimate goals are the collapse of all histories of man, she is immune to any type of temporal anomaly, and so long as a world has a fear of the unknown wilderness, she can manifest there. 

(FGO Effect:)

-Increases own critical damage by 10%. -Increases own Instant-Kill resistance by 10%. -Decreases own mental debuff resistance by 10%[Demerit].

Basket Full of Goods B:

In almost every version of Little Red Riding Hood, the little girl carries a basket with her full of cake and sweets, meant to help her grandmother get better. It was for this reason that she entered into the Big Bad Wolf's forest in the first place, having been sent out by her mother to give grandma this gift basket. Even the Big Bad Wolf wished to consume of the goods once he learned of its contents, and ate the cake and wine after consuming Red Riding Hood and her grandmother.

As a result of the story being tied to that of Red Riding Hood's delivery, this basket serves as a pseudo-Reality Marble, granting Red Riding Hood the ability to pull out vast amounts of food and drink for herself or for others. This food has the remarkable property to rejuvenate and heal those who eat it, curing ailments or enhancing performance in some way. Red Riding Hood claims to have made all the food herself, but the actual proof of such has not been documented yet.

(FGO Effect:)

-If in First Ascension, recover a random ally's HP by 600 each turn. -If in Second Ascension, recover all allies' HP by 200 each turn. -If in Third Ascension, recover own health by 500 each turn.

Active Skills:

Gentle Hand Stained Red A:

Red.

Red is the color that has defined her. It has become her name, her sole means of identity. Few people know of her True Name, and even fewer even care to speak of it in favor of her title of 'Red Riding Hood'. From the wine and cake she brought to her grandmother's house, to the wolf's tongue that spoke of gentle lies into her ear, to the strange meat that sat in her grandmother's cupboard, to the wolf's insides after she swallowed her whole. Red was the first thing she saw after the woodsman pulled her out from the monster's corpse, and red is the trail her hood left behind on this world.

Red is the color of slaughter and death. Red is who she is.

(FGO Effect:)

-Increase Attack of all 'Fairy Tale' Servants for three turns. -Increase NP Gauge of all 'Fairy Tale' Servants for three turns. -Increases own Buster performance on 'Forest Battlefield' for three turns. -Increases own Critical Strength on 'Forest Battlefield' for three turns.

Hunter that Roams the Mountains C:

A talent acquired through years of hunting and exploring the mountains and forests of France. After exploring and understanding everything she could in the region, Red Riding Hood eventually became a peerless hunter that could survive any hardship and fell any creature that crossed her path. It mattered not what she found in her searches, she would always come out the victor. Any bear who thought they could eat her would crumble with one swing of her axe. Any rabbit who caught her eye would be shot dead by her rifle.

This skill includes knowledge of setting traps, tracking enemies, incredibly good hearing, maintenance for her weaponry, and all the other skills that are expected for any enterprising huntress. When on a forest battlefield, Red Riding Hood can only be outmatched by even greater skilled hunters such as Atalante, Orion, or William Tell. Naturally, in her native France, this skill's power increases several times over.

"And yet despite my immense talents, here I am, still needing glasses to see five feet ahead of my face... The Throne of Heroes really is a titanic mess of a place, isn't it..."

(FGO Effect:)

-Increases damage against all ‘Beast’, ‘Child’, and ‘Elderly’ Servants for three turns. -Apply Skill Seal and NP Seal on all ‘Divine’ Units, including allies, for one turn. -Apply Skill Seal and NP Seal on all ‘Prophesied Hero’ Units, including allies, for one turn(has a chance to stack with ‘Divine’ effect) -500% Chance to grant self Forest Battlefield buff for three turns.

Seeker of Glory and Fame:

The skill held by a Servant who dedicated their life to making themselves known in history. However, despite Red Riding Hood's pride in her talents, she does not have much in the way of desire for fame and fortune, leaving it unknown why she has this skill in particular.

Before being betrayed by the Aesir, the beast known as Fenrir desired to attain a place as a great figure of the Norse pantheon, to the point where he arrogantly accepted a challenge from the gods, letting himself be bound in iron chains to prove his strength. When the gods successfully bound him with Gleipnir, they jeered and mocked him for his aspirations, giving him the nickname 'Hróðvitnir', or 'famous-wolf.' Since then, Fenrir has borne a grudge against all gods for their actions against him, and when the time comes, he will break free of his bonds and wreak his terrible vengeance on all that lives.

For if Fenrir cannot make his fame as a hero of legend and might, then he will go down in infamy as a villain feared by all.

(FGO Effect:)

-Gain a large amount of Critical Stars. -Increase own Critical Star absorption for three turns. -Apply Guts to self(two times, five turns).

Noble Phantasms

Noble Phantasm: Le Petit Chaperon Rouge - The Blessed Hood of Gold and Flame

Rank: B Maximum Targets: 1 Range: — Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

The titular Red Riding Hood that Blanchette wore on that fateful day, and the most recognizable part of her legend. In some versions of the tale, this cloak was spun by her grandmother from a ray of sunshine and enchanted to bless the young Red Riding Hood with safe passage. Due to the nature of the hood, it serves as a powerful deterrent against those with evil intentions and a defense against magical curses. The cape can also be used offensively, swung around to leave a trail of flame in its wake that burns those who seek to do her harm.

In addition to its use in combat, the cape also can be used as a form of disguise. By pulling the hood over her face, Red can alter her appearance to look like another person, blending in even among close friends. However, these disguises are not perfect, and those with strong enough perceptions or the ability to see through illusions will be able to realize they're being deceived very quickly. In addition, those who are close to the person Blanchette is disguising herself will be able to detect small holes in her disguise over time, even if those flaws are not readily obvious.

(FGO Effect:)

-Deal heavy damage to all enemies. -Decrease ATK for 3 turns to all enemies. -Decrease Defense for 3 turns to all enemies. -Chance to Stun all enemies.

Noble Phantasm: Le Grand Méchant Loup - The Monster that Waits Outside Your Door

Rank: EX Maximum Targets: — Range: — Classification: Anti-World(Self)

The Big Bad Wolf itself, the most infamous monster of fairy tales. After the traumatic experience at nearly being slain by the monster and eating her own grandmother, Blanchette became obsessed with it, over time growing into a beast herself, the Loup-Garou, a monster driven by madness and hunger, uncaring of who or what she slew. Such is the true nature of Little Red Riding Hood, a foolish young girl that became a monster after facing the awful truth.

As a Beast of Humanity, Red Riding Hood has become of a living embodiment of mankind's fear of wolves, taking on aspects of multiple wolves in folklore, such as the Wolf from Aesop's Fables, the Romanian Pricolici, the Inuit Amarok, and the Greek Lycaon. Among the two most fearsome aspects of this transformation, however, are the Beast of Gevaudan and Fenrir. The former was a wolf famous for killing and eating over one hundred people, becoming an infamous terror across the French countryside. The latter is one of the beings fated to destroy all things in the time of Ragnarok, slaying Odin and swallowing the sun itself. Combined with the Big Bad Wolf, Red Riding Hood essentially becomes a nigh-unstoppable force of gluttony.

When using this Noble Phantasm, Red transforms into an impossibly massive werewolf that towers over all, destroying everything in its path by merely breathing. Despite the monster's size, the greatest power it holds comes from within. Much like the stories, the Big Bad Wolf's hunger is insatiable, able of consuming anything and everything it pleases. This manifests as an entirely separate dimension within the Beast, where everything it swallows enters with next to no hope for a possible escape. Because of its size, it can eat nearly anything, from Novum Chaldea, to entire Singularities, to even the entirety of Proper Human History given enough time.

Noble Phantasm: Vargr Ragnarök - The Song that Sings of The End of All Creation

Rank: EX Maximum Targets: “All the better to kill you with.” Range: “All the better to reach you with.” Classification: Anti-Narrative

A secondary Noble Phantasm to Le Grand Méchant Loup, Vargr Ragnarök is a devastating ability that is the sister Noble Phantasm to Loptr Laegjarn. It is said that when Fenrir breaks free of his bindings, the end of the world shall begin, and the Age of Gods will be no more. So fearsome is the chaos and noise from Fenrir and Jormungandr's rampage that the heavens themselves split open. This prophecy manifests as a ferocious howl that can rend entire worlds asunder, driving those who hear it in a maddened fear as the very concept of Ragnarök is forced upon the victim's minds.

So great is this Noble Phantasm's power, it can conceptually force the idea of 'an ending' onto its target. As Fenrir's eating of both the sun and moon is the last event that will herald the end of the Age of Gods, when the Big Bad Wolf uses this Noble Phantasm, the very idea of 'the end' will be set into place, and the fall of this Noble Phantasm's target would be fated to happen, becoming a destiny that is next to impossible to overcome. Only a Noble Phantasm explicitly meant to defy the fates themselves could destroy the destiny that this Noble Phantasm sets into place.

Voice Lines (Red Riding Hood):

Summoned: So this is Chaldea? A land where heroes from all lands and all stories gather. To think a simple peasant like myself is considered important enough to be here... It's kind of humbling, I have to admit. Ah, where are my manners? Bonjour, folks call me Little Red Riding Hood. Well, I guess I'm not really 'Little' anymore, huh? Either way, I'll lend my axe and rifle to whatever purpose you need. Wherever the monsters are walking, I won't be far behind.

Summoned(Post-True Name Narration): ...heh. Kehahahahahahaha! Well, well, well, we meet again so soon, huh, Master of Chaldea? I must say, the facility looks none the worse for wear after I got through with it. Tell me, how're your little friends? Awwwww... Don't look at me like that, ma biquette... You look much prettier with a smile on.

Level Up 1: *crunch crunch* Mmmm... nice and sweet, but it's missing something, non?

Level Up 2(Post-True Name Narration): Feed me. C'mon. I'm starving!

1st Ascension: So this is Servant Ascension... I look good, don't you think? My body is stronger, my senses are sharper, all to make me a better Servant that can help you take down your enemies. Eh, you say there's something wrong with my ears? Hehe... All the better to hear my enemies, non?

2nd Ascension: What's wrong, ma biquette? You seem... nervous. There's no need to be afraid of what walks in the woods. I was, when I was a kid. Then I learned to pick up an axe. Monsters, demons, creatures that go bump in the night, they all have one thing in common. Not one of them is scarier than I am.

3rd Ascension: Hmmm... That feels nice. It's good to be able to stretch my legs and feel the sun at my back again. And I have you to thank for this, ma biquette... The Big Bad Wolf is at your service. I'll feast on whoever you order me to feast upon, break your enemies' bones upon my teeth, and swallow the world itself all in your name. And when all is said and done... I suppose you'll serve as a nice dessert.

4th Ascension: I don't know whether it's because you're that much of a fool or because you fear me... Either way, you've doomed yourself now, ma biquette. Locked in a room with the Big Bad Wolf. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... Kehehehehe... How should I end your life? Should I tear out your throat? Shoot you in the brain? Maybe slice you to ribbons? Or maybe I should just swallow you whole! ... Hah! Just kidding~! There's no fun in doing something so obvious so easily. No, I have a much better idea... I'll let you look over your shoulder and wait for the day I eat you alive. Watching, waiting for me to make my move.... And when you break down in fear, the Big Bad Wolf will pounce on the foolish young Master, and Little Red Riding Hood will live happily ever after... The end.

Fight Start 1: Ohhhh…! Who’s that I see walking in these woods?

Fight Start 2: Damn, have I gotten lost again?

Fight Start 1(Third Ascension): Yes, yes, eliminate the enemy, I know…

Fight Start 2(Third Ascension): Well, what little morsels do we have here?

Skill 1: Hmm, hmm, hmm~

Skill 2: Let’s see what I’ve got here…

Skill 1(Third Ascension): Time to eat~!

Skill 2(Third Ascension): AROOOOOOOOOO!

Command Card Select 1: My, what big eyes you have!

Command Card Select 2: Oh, what big ears you have!

Command Card Select 3: Well, what big teeth I have…

Command Card Select 1(Third Ascension): Meat shall be eaten…

Command Card Select 2(Third Ascension): Bones shall be crunched…

Command Card Select 3(Third Ascension): Blood will be sucked up dry…

Noble Phantasm Select: The hunt has reached its conclusion…

Noble Phantasm Select(Third Ascension): Just in time for the feast…

Attack 1: Lock.

Attack 2: Stock.

Attack 3: Barrel.

Attack 4: Did you think you could outmaneuver me?

Attack 5: You walked right into my trap!

Extra Attack 1: You’re mine!

Extra Attack 2: Time to cut you open!

Attack 1(Third Ascension): Odin sought to bind me!

Attack 2(Third Ascension): Tyr chose to betray me!

Attack 3(Third Ascension): Sòl believed she could run from me!

Attack 4(Third Ascension): Nowhere to run.

Attack 5(Third Ascension): Nowhere to hide!

Attack 6(Third Ascension): THIS IS THE END FOR YOU!

Extra Attack 1(Third Ascension): AND YET, HERE I STAND!

Extra Attack 2(Third Ascension): AROOOOOOOOOO!

Noble Phantasm 1:

A gift, woven from the very rays of the sun themselves.

Given to a woman whose kindness knew no bounds.

Guarding me, protecting me from the evils that roam these woods.

Are you a villain or a hero? Let the Red Hood decide.

Le Petit Chaperon Rouge...

Noble Phantasm 2:

Stray off the path, to your own detriment.

For these woods have beasts roaming them.

And yet none are to be as feared as I am.

Fear me, monsters, for I am Little Red Riding Hood.

Noble Phantasm 3:

When you walk through the forests, be sure to greet me with a smile.

I shall return in kind.

An exchange of words, a bow to your partner, and so the story is set in motion.

None of us can escape our fates now...

And yet, I will still continue to try.

Noble Phantasm 1(Third Ascension):

Kehahahaha…

Tell me, little one, why have you entered my forest?

Have you gotten lost? Or perhaps you meant to find me all this time.

Either way, you’ve come just in time…

For the feast.

Le Grand Méchant Loup…

Noble Phantasm 2(Third Ascension):

Come, step closer, my dear…

Let me see you…

Let me hear you…

Let me embrace you…

Let me…

TASTE YOU!

Le Grand Méchant Loup!

Damage from Noble Phantasm: I’m sorry, was that meant to hurt?

Regular Damage: Tch!

Defeated 1: Hey, wait! This isn’t how the story goes…!

Defeated 2: Ghhh… I’ll put a bullet between your eyes yet…!

Defeated 1(Third Ascension): Grr… Don’t think this is over!

Defeated 2(Third Ascension): No… No, I’ll tear you to shreds!

Victory 1: That was a fun little detour, wouldn’t you say?

Victory 2: I wonder if I can carve anything off here…

Victory 1(Third Ascension): Kehahahahaha! It’s not enough for me! Come on, onto the next meal!

Victory 2(Third Ascension): Was that supposed to feed me? That barely qualifies as a crumb.

My Room Dialogue(Red Riding Hood):

Bond Level 1: Hey, do you have anything to eat around here? I'm starving... I haven't eaten in the last... Ten? Fifteen minutes? ...hey, why are you giving me that weird look? I'm a growing girl, ya know.

Bond Level 2: You know, it's quite nice around here, I gotta say. Reminds me of when I once spent a time as the wife of a nobleman. Hm? You don't know that story? Hehe, the long and short of it is, I spent some time in Auvergene region, and I settled down for a bit. It didn't last long, but it was a fun little affair. I'll tell you all about it later.

Bond Level 3: It's nice having the chance to sit and talk with you. You've got so much to bear, with the Incineration of Humanity and the Death of Proper Human History, but you still find time to relax and forget about the hard times. I feel a lot of people could learn from that kinda mindset. Who cares about how much is lost, and how much will be lost? You're alive, you've got friends with you, and you got food to eat. Hehe! Sometimes, nothing's better than just shooting the breeze, eh?

Bond Level 4: Thank you for taking me this far... I mean, I never expected that you'd put so much faith in me. I'm really just a kid from the sticks who picked up a rifle and chose to hunt. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna disappoint you. I know I've already made an oath, but let me say it again: I will take up arms, and whatever enemies the world sends here, I will hunt them down. This I swear to you, ma biquette...

Bond Level 5: This hood of mine... It's my entire identity, the totality of my own existence. Most Servants would probably hate the idea of their names being lost to time, but I don't think I mind it. My grandmother made this hood, wove it out of sunlight, and gave it to protect me. It's like she's always with me, even after she's gone. I wonder if she'd be proud of me now…

Dialogue 1: I hate being cooped up like this… Don’t we have any missions to do or something? Being stuck inside is the woooooooorst!

Dialogue 2: Hm? You want to know about my glasses? Well, my eyes were always pretty bad ever since I was a kid. Thankfully, it seems that manifesting in this era lets me correct that annoying little problem of mine. Plus, they make me look clever, don’t you agree?

Dialogue 3: Nggh… This damn hand of mine always starts to itch at the worst time! Damnit, why won’t you behave! *scratch scratch*

Dialogue 4 (If you have Cinderella): The Queen of Fairy Tales herself! I must admit, I’ve never been the company of royalty! Tell me your majesty, should I bow, or curtsy? Eh? I don’t need to do that? C’mon, why shouldn’t I if you’re supposed to be so important?

Dialogue 5 (If you have Pinocchio): The wooden boy himself… I almost forgot what it was like, being able to walk around without a care in the world. Heh, then again, I guess that’s why you fight, isn’t it? So little boys like him can be so carefree?

Dialogue 6 (If you have Dame Gothel): The witch of the tower herself. To think that such a feared and legendary villain would end up walking the halls of heroes and champions… Hah! Guess that goes to show that this world really is unpredictable!

Dialogue 7 (If you have William Tell or Atalante): To think Chaldea had such amazing hunters walking its halls! I almost feel kinda bashful having to match up to hunters like these!

Dialogue 8 (If you have Goldilocks): Eh? Oh, it's Goldie! Nice to see a friendly face here for once... Ya hungry? C'mon, let's get something to eat, I'm starving. Drinks on me, hey?

Dialogue 9 (If you have Nursery Rhyme): The childhood storybook herself, eh? I’m more particular to Mother Goose, myself, but I suppose she has her place here, too.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Scheherazade): The queen who told of 1001 Nights… I have to say, I admire her will to see her story through, even when faced with the spectre of death. I wonder what kind of stories she’d have to say about me…

Dialogue 11 (If you have Marie Antoinette): To think the Queen of France is a fan of my story to the point that she dresses like me… Hah! As a peasant from the forests, it’s kind of mind-boggling, to say the least!

Dialogue 12 (If you have Barghest): Ehhh… Master, I don’t want to bother you, but is it possible to keep me in a room separate from this one? She keeps giving me weird looks… I don’t think she and I are the kind to get along, to be blunt.

Likes: What do I like? Well, it’s hard to go wrong with a good meal. Something sweet is best, like a fine wine or a shortcake… But I’m good with anything, really.

Dislikes: Talking about the past is too gloomy for my tastes. All these Servants talking about their regrets and pain… It’s a lot nicer to try and look to the future, non?

About the Holy Grail: The Holy Grail, huh…? Infinite potential in such a tiny little goblet. …the things I could do with it. I guess if I had to pick one… It’d be to have dinner with the huntsman I met all those years ago. I don’t think I ever had the chance to thank him…

During an Event: Seems that a new hunting ground has opened up for us. Shall we head out, ma biquette?

Birthday: Happy birthday! Might as well break out the sweets, non? I hope you don’t mind, but I already ate some of them. …most of them. …all of them. Ah, well the main point is to celebrate another year of your life, isn’t it?

Profile(Red Riding Hood):

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As far back as 10th Century France, among the most terrifying beasts said to roam the lands were bzou, better known as werewolves. Terror and fear of these monsters ran rampant across the continent of Europe, with wolves being seen as near-demonic entities that deserved to be destroyed. Out of this fear, the story of Little Red Riding Hood was born.

There have been many different versions of this story told by countless authors around the world. The first written version, and the most famous, was by Charles Perrault in the 17th Century as a part of his famous compendium of stories 'Tales of Mother Goose', which also introduced the trademark red hood she is famous for today.

Despite her being most iconic as a little girl, she instead manifests as a fully-grown adult, arming herself with two razor-sharp axes and a powerful hunting rifle to fell any creature that stands in her path. If asked why she has become a hunter, her response would simply be a wide grin and the statement.

"Because that man gave me the desire to hunt."

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 215cm • 117kg/Bigger Than You Source: French Fairy Tales Region: France Alignment: Chaotic • Evil Gender: Female

"From this story one learns that children, especially young lasses, pretty, courteous and well-bred, do very wrong to listen to strangers, And it is not an unheard thing if the Wolf is thereby provided with his dinner. I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!"

-Charles Perrault, 'Little Red Riding Hood'

Bond Level 2:

A fair and good-hearted girl, Little Red Riding Hood is one of the most famous heroines of fairy tales to ever live, only matched in her fame by figures such as Cinderella and Snow White. Due to her innocent nature and love of exploration, many people find themselves resonating with her in some way.

However, it is that same innocence that doomed her to be captured and eaten by the wolf, and it was only through random chance that she manages to escape thanks to the woodsman.

As an adult, Red Riding Hood has learned from her past mistakes. While still bearing a wide grin and a love for the outdoors, she is far more clever than she lets on, having killed many wolves who assumed that she'd be as easy of a victim as she was before.

Simply put, she is prey who has become an apex predator in her own right.

Bond Level 3:

Despite taking on the role of a hunter, Red Riding Hood does not like to talk about the matter of death. Her reasons for why tend to differ every time. "It's not fun to talk about those things, so why bother?" "It's not the time to focus on those dead and gone." "They're dead. What does it matter what they have to say?"

For Red Riding Hood, dwelling on the death and despair of the world is an errand left to fools. Why would anyone bother mourning over the dead and lost, when it's far more fun to rejoice over the fact that you're still alive? Why would you dare worry about the past or future when the present lay before your eyes? What use is it to focus on the dismal and sad when it's far more fun to just eat, drink, and hunt?

Yes, what is the point of living in a world of pain and misery?

Bond Level 4:

A red cloak, woven from the very sunbeams themselves, flows behind her as she walks through the forest. The leaves crunch beneath her feet as she swings around her basket merrily, blissfully unaware of the monsters at every turn. A fistful of flowers is clenched tight in her hands, a kind suggestion from a wolf in the forest. After all, why wouldn't her grandmother enjoy some nice flowers from the meadow? She can see it now, her and granny eating cake and drinking wine as they admire the flowers the wolf had found for her.

Raising her hand, she raps on the door, once, twice, only for the door to swing open slowly. For some reason, she feels a chill going down her spine, but she does not know why. Her grandmother's house is the same as it always is, and yet all the same, there is something terribly wrong. She peers in, and sees nothing but darkness, and hears nothing but a beckoning voice call out from the shadows.

"Shut the door well, my little lamb. Rest your basket on the table and eat. I know you must have walked a long way, after all. After that, come rest with me in bed and take off your coat. It's been so long since we've slept together, hasn't it?"

Despite the fear that gripped her heart, Red Riding Hood obeyed, walking into the darkness as the wolf's jaws tightened.

Bond Level 5:

"To think, it'd end up going this way... I thought I was so clever... But then he came in and caught me. Ah... Ahhh, what rotten luck I have... I guess this whole affair couldn't last for me, huh? Such a shame. It was a lot of fun, getting to roam around like this."

"..."

"...it's nice, though. Getting to see the sunlight one last time. It's so nice... So warm... I can feel it all around me now."

"Ah, Granny... I'm sorry that you had to be cursed with such a stupid granddaughter like me. If I'd only listened to you, maybe we'd get the chance to be happy together. Thank you, Granny... For everything."

Extra (Clear Interlude “World of Hopes and Dreams - Happily Ever After”):

The one who saved Little Red Riding Hood was no god or hero. He was no king or saint. No, her savior came in the form of a simple human huntsman, who came across her grandmother's house by mere luck. All the same, the huntsman saved her from being eaten by the monstrous werewolf, and for that, he was more great a champion than all of the Nine Worthies combined.

After that horrible day, Little Red Riding Hood was driven to be a hunter herself, taking up arms and becoming a wanderer of the forest in her own right. She never got the name of the man who saved her, and she never saw his face ever again, but the impact he had on her life was incalculable.

If she could have one possible wish to make on the Holy Grail... It would be to know the man who had saved her then, and then let him kill her.

My Room Dialogue(Post-True Name Narration):

Bond Level 1(Third Ascension):Oh? What, you wish to have a little small talk? Kehahahahahahaha! Isn't that a bit presumptuous of you? Aren't you afraid I might just get bored and make a meal of you? … *snrk* Yeah, right. Might as well get to know each other. I'm bored of sitting around anyways.

Bond Level 2(Third Ascension): Do you still insist on trying to understand me? Trying to peel back the layers and find out what kind of damaged person I am? Hah! If you consider that a fun way to pass the time, I won't stop you. But are you sure you'll like what you'll find in the end?

Bond Level 3(Third Ascension): Why do you continue to try and have conversations with me? Is it because you wish to know more about the Beasts of Humanity? Or is it because you don't trust me to be on my own? I wonder what kind of game you're playing at, ma biquette? What is your purpose in trying to talk with me...

Bond Level 4(Third Ascension): Did you ever consider that perhaps the bond we share is nothing more than a false reality? That the connections we share don't even exist to begin with? Perhaps you merely see me as another tool to be used. Perhaps I see you as another potential meal in the end. Does that make the time we've spent any less meaningful? Perhaps. Or maybe it makes it all that more important to carry. Regardless, the day will come when one of us leaves the other forever. Until then, why not enjoy what little time we have left.

Bond Level 5(Third Ascension): You know... You're such a tiny thing, now that I look at you. With one swipe of my paws, I could crush your body into a fine paste. With a single breath, I could reduce you to nothing but ashes in the wind. And yet here you are, staring up at me without fear, treating me as an equal... What the hell kind of monster are you, Master of Chaldea? Are you just a nascent Beast like me? Or are you a monster even worse than that... I guess only time will tell, huh? Kehahahaha... I can't wait to see what kind of hunter you become, ma biquette.

Dialogue 1: *crunch* *snap* …what do you want? Let me eat in peace.

Dialogue 2: Hey, do you mind doing something about the little fluffball? It seems my predecessor doesn’t like having me sit in his spot… If you don’t move him, I may just decide to have a snack.

Dialogue 3: Nnn? What is it? If you’re fine wasting your jaw about talking about pointless things, I may just eat it myself.

Dialogue 4 (If you have Cinderella): Ah yes, little miss Queen of Fairy Tales. Hiding behind a face of stoic calm and regality... But we both know that's just a facade. You're like me, aren't you? You're angry at this world... You want to lash out and scream against all the wrong that's been done to you. So, tell me... Why won't you? How can you sit there, so calm, so elegant, despite everything that's happened?! Huh?! Tell me!

Dialogue 5 (If you have Pinocchio): The little pilgrim made of pine... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can ever see the world through your little painted eyes. But it's nice to know, I guess. That some have the chance to have their eyes hidden from the horrors of the world.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Dame Gothel): Dame Gothel, the witch who haunted the fairy tales... A monster who lurked in tales told thousands of times... Aching for a chance to escape the narrative... Perhaps that's why she wanted to believe in me so badly. Or perhaps she just hates mankind that much. Either way, she was a nice pawn for me while it lasted... Though I don't think she'd like to hear that if I'm honest.

Dialogue 7 (If you have William Tell): ...no, he's not the same. But he's so close... No, forget it. It's nothing. ...hey, old man! Fancy a shooting contest? My rifle against your crossbow?

Dialogue 8 (If you have Sòl): Damnit... To think that you were hiding underneath my damn nose this whole time. Don't I feel stupid for not eating you alive when I had the chance. Still, I gotta admit, you're not as spineless as half the other gods in the Norse Pantheon. I suppose that I can't be mad at you for that.

Dialogue 9 (If you have Hans Christian Andersen or Nursery Rhyme): Oh, joy, the little brat is here to stare at me in contempt. I don't like having to be in the same room as you any more than you enjoy me, let me make it clear... I was denied my happy ending by people just like you. I intend to reclaim it however I so choose.

Dialogue 10 (If you have any ‘Sun-Related’ or ‘Moon-Related’ Servant): Oh, would you look at that? Lunch.

Dialogue 11 (If you have any ‘Beast-Class’ Servant): Oh? The Beasts of Humanity are here too? Wow, to think that my elders would all be here! Maybe we should have some coffee or wine and talk? I mean, I'd love to learn how you all can act so smug when you failed so badly...

Dialogue 12 (If you have Scathach-Skadi):  The last surviving Aesir who lived through the Twilight of the Gods... They say she became the Lostbelt King, ruling over the remains of the lands as its queen. ...kehahahahaha! What a sad joke! A sad excuse for a mother goddess, outliving all her children! Though, then again, they were less 'children' to you and more like dolls, weren't they? And you were their master, desperately trying to play out a godhood that died long ago... I don't know whether that's funny or just sad...

Dialogue 13 (If you have Qin Shi Huang): You know, Emperor of China, I quite liked the way you handled your Lostbelt. Knowledge is something that can be a far too dangerous tool in the wrong hands. You keeping it out of the hands of your people was the right way to guarantee they wouldn't be hurt. The only criticism I'd have...? You should have kept it out of your own hands.

Dialogue 14 (If you have Atalante Alter): 'Guardian of Children', huh...? To think there'd be a Champion of Humanity with such a goal... Either way, it's too late for someone like me. I'm just a monster that folks like her will eventually slaughter in pursuit of those same goals...

Likes: What do I like… Well, to put it simply, I like winning. The feeling of catching my prey off guard… The look on their faces as I stand over them, ready to end their existence… The knowledge that I’ve completely fooled them all… Kehahahaha… Well, simply put, I don’t think there’s any better feeling.

Dislikes: Those who try and prolong the inevitable are just a pain in the ass, to be honest. When the story reaches its end, you’re supposed to bow out gracefully… Instead you have losers trying to cling onto their last few breaths as if it makes a difference.

About the Holy Grail: Everyone has a wish they want to make, and if they don’t, they’re lying to your face. I’m no different. As for what it is… well, that’s a bit personal, non?

During an Event: Oh good… Fresh meat! Kehahahaha! Well what are we waiting for! Time to hunt!

Birthday: Happy Birthday! Where’s the cake, huh? *smack* Ow! Fine, fine, I’ll wait…

Voice Lines(Beast IV:R):

Fight Start: Alright, I'll play with you for a bit. I owe you that much for helping me. I'm going to enjoy how sweet this dessert tastes.

Fight Start (Decisive Battle): No more games, no more tricks. Your life ends here. Your life ends now. You stand before the herald of Ragnarök, the wolf that sings of the end. Beg, scream, and cry all you like. It changes nothing about the end.

Skill 1: The crimson hood woven from sunlight.

Skill 2: The teeth that shredded through hundreds.

Skill 3: The jaws that breached Heaven and Earth.

Attack 1: All that lives shall burn!

Attack 2: I'll crush your bones between my fangs!

Attack 3: Kehahaha... Die already!

Attack 4: Come on... Break beneath my maw!

Extra Attack: This is the end of your story!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Kehahahaha... Ahahahahaha!

Do you really think you can run from me?!

Wherever you go, whatever hole you try and slink into, I will always find you!

The only ending left for you now is to enter a world where even death itself dies!

COME NOW, AND JOIN YOUR FRIENDS IN OBLIVION!

GLEIPNIR BRAUT - VARGR RAGNARÖK!

Noble Phantasm 2:

The wolf shall rise to swallow the sun, and ascend to devour the moon.

Tremble and quake before me as the song of Ragnarok is sung.

The end of all things has arrived, and all that is, was, and will exist will be rent asunder.

As all things crumble around you and fall to pieces, know that this is my mercy.

Gleipnir Braut - Vargr Ragnarök.

The time has come to say goodbye.

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Go on, thrash and scream. It makes no difference in the end.

Damage from Noble Phantasm (Decisive Battle): Why...? Why do you still resist?!

Regular Damage: How sad... Is that your best?

Regular Damage (Decisive Battle): This joke isn't funny anymore...

Defeated (Decisive Battle): No... No, the story's not supposed to go this way! This is supposed to be the end! How did you change it?!

Profile(Beast IV:R):

Default:

Beast IV:R.

A conceptual manifestation of humanity's fear of wolves and the greater unknown that lies beyond their dwellings. A monster that has absorbed the identity of several other monsters in order to become a beast that exists solely to end human life. While the other qualifiers for Beast IV, Cath Palug and Tamamo Vitch Koyanskaya, are both animals that ascended to Beasthood, Beast IV: R is instead a mere human girl that became an animal out of anguish and grief. After losing her grandmother and consuming the flesh of the original Big Bad Wolf, Little Red Riding Hood has become a monster that hunts down and eats other monsters, humans, and anything else that lay within its sights, uncaring about the death and despair left in its wake.

As a Beast, the Big Bad Wolf embodies the sin of 'Ignorance', a monster that genuinely believes that only true happiness in this world can be found by refusing to acknowledge painful or uncomfortable truths, and choosing instead to hide within lies and innocence until the end of time itself, never exploring out of one's comfort zone and never choosing to embrace change. To this end, she seeks to achieve the ultimate stage of ignorance for all humanity by destroying all that exists until nothing but silence remains.

“Do you think that pressing forward into the darkness will make you happier? That trudging further along will lead humanity to a happy ending? No. The only ending is anguish and pain. The only path is torment and suffering. The only escape is through me. The only escape is for everything to end.”

Bond Level 1:

Unlike the King of Giants in the Scandinavian Lostbelt, who forcibly took on Fenrir's power by consuming the wolf's flesh, the connection between Little Red Riding Hood and Fenrir is an equal partnership, both seeking to end the world itself and consume everything in an insatiable hunger out of vengeance and anger for how they were wronged in the past. As such, Red Riding Hood has further access to Fenrir's powers than Surtr has, not only carrying the wolf's ability to grow impossibly large, but also harness the beast's powers over the sun and moon that it consumed upon Ragnarok, carrying power over blazing heat and burning cold. After the gods had betrayed his trust and imprisoned him within the chains, mocking him for his desire to be famous and loved, Fenrir is an entity consumed with nothing but the thoughts of vengeance and destroying everything the Aesir had made.

Alongside Fenrir's power, Red Riding Hood has also formed a union with La Bête du Gévaudan, an infamous wolf that tore through the French countryside with horrific results, killing over five hundred people and gruesomely maiming one hundred more. It is said that this monster was killed multiple times before the attacks finally stopped, and the memory of this terrible creature still persists long after its own demise. More than a mere animal, the Beast of Gévaudan is a monster that exists only to kill everything that lives and end human life.

Red Riding Hood is the third and primary identity held by this Beast, serving as the ‘face’ that speaks to the outside world and hides her true monstrous intentions underneath. As a young girl, she was lied to and forced to commit an unspeakable sin by the wolf. As an adult, she has become a wolf in her own right, and deceives all around her with lies upon lies, relishing in the chance to lord her own intellect and cruelty above others. After seeing the terrible things the truth can do firsthand, all she wants is to destroy any possible ‘truths’ that exist in this world and replace them with hollow, satisfying lies. A monster that exists by not existing, a state of being perfect for a fairy tale heroine.

Each of these creatures exist as separate identities, and yet they all are perfectly in sync. They all have identical goals to one another, and as a result, all of them choose to operate within one Servant container. Consequently, rather than being referred to as their individual names, they choose to operate under a single title: The Big Bad Wolf, the monster that haunts all childhood stories.

Bond Level 2:

A monstrosity who only exists to eat everything, leaving nothing behind but bones and blood, stalks the forest at night, leering at his latest meal. He walks up to his victim, coy and smiling, deceiving her with false words and empty promises. When the time is right, he lunges, swallowing his prey whole and relishing in her pain and sorrow. Eventually, a huntsman comes and fells the beast, and the child is freed, forever shaken.

A monstrosity who only exists to eat everything, leaving nothing behind but despair and emptiness, stalks the forest at night, leering at her latest meal. She walks up to her victim, coy and smiling, deceiving them with false words and empty promises. When the time is right, she lunges, swallowing her prey whole, and relishing in their pain and sorrow. Eventually, a huntsman comes and fells the Beast…

And the child dies, angry, afraid, and alone.

Bond Level 3:

The Beast's plot was crude, almost childishly so. After consuming the Wandering Sea, and by extension Chaldea, she tracked down the Last Master of Humanity into the Singularities she herself had set up, presenting herself as an ally that would end the scourge that was the Witch of the Tower, Dame Gothel. At the same time, she had filled the witch's heart with a false hope, promising that she would end her pain and loss from her daughter leaving her, if she helped her find the source of all humanity's stories.

The Beast watched with a smile on her face as she saw the two factions she had set up against each other battle it out to determine the fate of a humanity that was already determined, all the while choosing to disappear in the background as she worked towards her true goals of taking out human knowledge from its basest roots, consuming countless worlds as she traveled alongside Humanity's Last Master, all the while hiding the truth from their eyes.

When the time came for her to make her move, she stabbed the witch in the back with a manic grin, before revealing her true form for the Master to see. She bared her fangs in a wicked smile, filled the air with heat and wind, and revealed her monstrous true form, a massive werewolf whose jaws scraped Heaven and Earth as she swallowed all in her path. She looked down at the fools she had duped so easily, and laughed a wicked laugh, ready to feast on the little scraps of humanity that remained.

Bond Level 4:

Nega-Champion A:

A powerful and unholy ability not unlike that of Goetia's Nega-Summon or Tiamat's Nega-Genesis, this Noble Phantasm 'denies' the arrival of any great warrior or champion of humanity, repelling the forces of the divine and the just from interfering and making it impossible for those types of heroes to ever be summoned against her. The beast of the end times, Fenrir, was a monster feared and loathed by the gods, and a monster that slew the strongest god in the Norse Pantheon. The Beast of Gevaudan was a terrifying and unkillable monstrosity akin to a Demonic Beast that was ultimately defeated by a mere mortal man. The Big Bad Wolf was a horrible trickster who was ultimately defeated by a humble woodsman.

Paradoxically, this means that this Beast of Humanity is near-impossible for a Grand Candidate to truly defeat, as most, if not all of them fall under the category of great heroes or champions of some description, meaning they too would be repelled by Red Riding Hood's ability. Even if a champion could be called forth against her, nothing that they would do would have any effect, as if the Big Bad Wolf merely existed in another plane of reality., completely immune to their attempts on her life. The only type of Servant that would be able to challenge the Monster of Childhood would be a mere human, one who made their mark without the interference of gods or supernatural forces.

Simply put, this skill is one meant to deny any chance at achieving a 'happily ever after'.

Authority of the Beast A:

If Tiamat is the Mother of All Life who sings of a new beginning for all creation, Fenrir is the Monster of the End Times who heralds the fall of all that lives. While the gods jeered and mocked the wolf that heralds Ragnarok when they had safely bound it in unbreakable chains, the day when the shattered ties of Gleipnir echo throughout creation is when all things, living and dead, cower in fear. Even mighty kings are filled with panic and dread. Even gods fall to their feet and beg for mercy. All that has existed and all that will exist know instinctively that when the monster is freed from its bindings, the end of the world has arrived.

As her ultimate goal is the complete and utter annihilation of all of mankind from its very roots, the Big Bad Wolf despises its fellow Beasts Goetia, Tiamat, and the Alien God in particular, loathing their attempts to recreate humanity in their own image or to prolong the existence of doomed worlds. When the story ends, it is meant to end, nothing more, nothing less.

If they ever existed in the same time and place, her response would likely be childish taunting and rude gestures.

Bond Level 5:

As a story, Little Red Riding Hood embodies the very idea of childhood innocence and naïveté. A foolish young girl who strays off the path after being deceived by a wicked and cruel monster, and consequently has the world pulled out from under her feet as she is forced to see just how horrifying and painful life can be. Her life comes crashing down as the wolf's jeering words echo through her mind:

“You truly are a stupid little girl, aren’t you? You trusted me enough to lead me to your grandma’s house, you trusted me to take the long way home, you trusted me to strip down and remove your coat… You even trusted me enough that I could feed you your own grandmother’s flesh and blood.”

Even after the huntsman frees her from the wolf's stomach, the taste of her grandmother never truly leaves her lips, and the wolf's words never leave her mind. As her life goes on, that taste drives her further and further into a maddened hunger, desperate to experience it once again, to find the comfort of her grandmother that was lost that day and end the pain and despair that wracked her heart.

She doesn’t know when she first ate human flesh of her own free will, but she remembers the taste. Sweet. Warm. Gentle. For the first time since that night, she feels truly safe and happy. So she continues to hunt and kill, slowly becoming the very monster that destroyed her innocence all those years ago, a werewolf that roamed the French countryside and slaughtered countless innocents, and the child truly died.

At least, that's what the monster claims.

In reality, the little girl still lives, buried deep beneath the guise of a monster. She screams, roars, and shouts at the world, hating it for how it took away her grandma. Despising it for making her face the cruelty of reality. She will never forgive the world, and all she wants is to see it destroyed.

Her name is Beast IV: R, one of the Seven Evils of Humanity, and the Beast embodying the concept of 'escaping painful truths'.

Extra:

The story is always the same, no matter the time or place. The deep forests where her grandmother lived. The green mountains of Auvergene. The end of all reality where she faces off against Humanity's Last Master.

There is a wolf, there is a hunter, and there is a little girl that dies.

And yet, this time feels different. She does not feel fear or rage as her body falls. Not the terror of being swallowed whole. Not the fury of finally being punished for her crimes. No. Instead, as she looks up at the man who ended her life, she feels a comfort she hasn't felt in a long time. The figure of William Tell slowly vanishes, and in his place stands a different man. A man whose face and name has been lost to time. The man who reached out in her darkest hour and pulled her into the light.

She remembers a warm embrace as a little girl cries her eyes out in both shame and terror, a gentle hand comforting her without a word as the wolf's corpse lay at their feet, unable to hurt anyone else.

She remembers the man taking her hood, the last thing she has to remember her grandmother, and draping it over her gently. She pulls it tight around her, and the two walk off in the forest, hand in hand.

She remembers... a happy ending.

And in that moment... the wolf became a little girl once more, and a flicker of a smile flashed across her face. Despite everything, the Beast dies without feeling any pain, this one memory sending her off to sleep as countless stories throughout human history leave her body and escape out into the world.

Perhaps she never had her happily ever after... But she was happy all the same.

[illwynd]

Not to be overly intrusive but I very much want to hear your rant about jms lady loki arc? Your thoughts about thor stuff are fascinating generally, and it either makes me go " I hadn't even considered this aspect of things ", or " oh that's what bothered me about this but I just couldn't find the words!" I mean it goes without saying that you don't have to if you don't want to, but I haven't heard people say anything about that arc other than it was sexist, so now I'm very curious about your opinions on it.

Oh nonny you’re not overly intrusive at all! Thank you for asking this and giving me the excuse to blather about it XD and thank you for the kind words. I clearly think about this stuff way too much, and all I can hope for is that someone else finds it of some sort of interest or value.

Re the JMS lady Loki arc…

So OK I guess I should summarize the thing for the benefit of anyone who hasn’t read it. The main gist goes like this: Thor is having to call Asgardian souls back into the world after breaking the cycle of Ragnarok, and when Loki is brought back, he is “inexplicably” in a female body. Loki has in fact arranged this as part of a con, using his new appearance to better sell everyone on the idea that he’s changed and no longer villainous, but the truth is that it’s Sif’s body he’s stolen, and Sif’s spirit is trapped in the body of a dying mortal, so it’s basically attempted murder (though Loki’s plan is thwarted and Sif is saved at the last minute). In the meantime, the “lady” Loki is a sexy, buxom caricature of played-up femininity, using her wiles to manipulate the men around her, and through it all it doesn’t really seem to be motivated by any genuine gender fluidity on Loki’s part. It’s just a trick. 

So I can see where the criticism comes from: that it’s sexist, that it’s bad genderfluid representation since it’s in the form of a murderous villain, that it resembles transphobic tropes of trans women being “really” men trying to steal whatever from women. But those criticisms never seemed to me to land quite right. They seemed to be superficial and missing something important. And there are several angles you can take in looking at it more deeply where all those criticisms just fall apart.

I’m not even really going to go into the problems with decrying it as bad representation because he’s a villain. I really hope we’re past that. It’s not good when your media queers can only be villains, but having every queer character be morally upright and squeaky clean isn’t a good answer either, because real people aren’t like that. What I ask for is that the whole range be available, and that for any given character, they are first and foremost an interesting character with believable motivations for what they do. So “but he’s so evil he was trying to kill Sif! Bad representation! Bad!” is a complaint we’re just going to set aside and make dubious faces at, because for reasons I’ll get to later, I think there is an emotional truth to the portrayal, and in fiction that matters far more than any black-and-white moral claims.

So next up, we have the complaint that he doesn’t seem to be motivated by any genuine genderfluid feelings, since it’s all just a con. And my issue with that is that… it’s a very superficial take. He is motivated by gender stuff. Just not in a way that the complainers recognize. 

The absolutely crucial detail is that his target is Sif. I say again. It really matters that he targeted Sif for this con. And yes, sure, part of his reasoning is jealousy over her close relationship with Thor (thorki is canon, y’all). But another part is this: Sif is the only other (that we know of) gender nonconforming person in Asgard, and definitely the only other one that we see as being close to his social circle. But where she is celebrated as a woman who is active and successful in traditionally culturally masculine pursuits, Loki’s gender nonconformity—his failure to live up to Asgardian masculine ideals—gets him demeaned, derided, dismissed. The gender fuckery going on here is that he is furious at the difference in how their GNC-ness is treated. His resentment and anger at that injustice, and he's being a right bastard in expressing it. We stan. 

(I also do think there is something genderqueer in how the trickster considers using a feminine appearance to be just one potential tool in his arsenal, the kinda just shrugging and doing whatever works for his purposes rather than getting worked up about having to do such a thing? I mean. So shocking for a trickster figure, right? But hold that thought.)

So that was where I was with it for several years. But I kept coming back to how relatable Loki is to me as a trans masc person, and trying to figure out why it was that way, and what that had to do with this particular arc, and then it finally hit me.

This scene. 

“Thus is Loki truly beautiful.”

In this scene, Loki has just been able to finally return to his male body (with Hela’s help), and he expresses his relief and joy in it, all while the art makes him look… kinda grotesque. And my gods that is such a trans masc mood. Knowing that while you pretend to be a woman you’ll be seen as nonthreatening and acceptable, and maybe you can put up with that for practical or social reasons for a while, but it isn’t how you want to live your life, it isn’t how you want to be seen, it isn’t the appearance that makes you happy. Constantly hearing how by changing your form you’ll be changing from sexy and desirable to ugly and monstrous… but thus you are truly beautiful to your own eyes. 

(I think it is worth pointing out here, for anyone who might not know, that it is not uncommon for trans masc folks to have a phase of trying to go hard femme before they really accept themselves as trans. I personally didn’t, but I can imagine that the exaggerated femme lady Loki might be familiar to some of those guys. I, on the other hand, had a phase of treating my afab body as a tool that wasn’t really connected to me, so there are some other bits of the lady Loki arc that I find familiar. And here I should note that I’m not saying JMS had all this in mind, I have no idea whether he did or not, but death of the author, baby. The interpretation is very much there.)

And there is another little bit that I want to mention. There is one point where Fandral says to lady Loki, “even when you thought you were a man, you weren’t the man you thought you were.”

And. Firstly, screw you Fandral. Seriously. Secondly, the interpretation of this arc as being related to trans femininity gets a lot more press but that is an insult that is far more relevant to trans masc folks. The insults against Loki’s masculinity are reminiscent of how trans guys are not seen as real men, especially if they are GNC in any way, as Loki is. Loki may be amab, but his struggles are so incredibly similar to trans masc struggles (and really, I can’t be the only trans guy who fuckin loves that: a character who feels so familiar and relatable, flawed and angry and messed up in ways that I know all too well, but also has the goddamn body I wish I had. It’s the perfect combination.)

So yeah. That’s the short version, at least, of the rant about what everyone gets wrong about the lady Loki arc. The sexism, and complicated gender politics, is a thing it is commenting on, and I don't see how so many folks miss that.

[titanomarchy]

ARK: Ragnarok

I started up an ARK: Survival Evolved server with the Ragnarok map. I’m going to try what I guess would be journaling my experience. Content below.

I started on the South-West island of the ARK. It was fairly hot and tropical there. I saw just a few carnivores, and all of them small. A pair of Smilodon, a flock of Terror Birds, some Daeodon, a Dire Wolf, a Thorny Dragon, and a lone Utah raptor.



The island itself is rather small, so rather than building a hut, I put my energy toward building what could be called a houseboat. I can explore the island itself on foot, but at some point I'm going to have to move on.



The first creature I tamed was a Jerboa. The little thing seems to love clinging to my shoulder. It also has the ability to accurately detect the weather. I've already seen a windstorm, it would be nice to know before those happen. I had left it at the boat while I was out gathering supplies. When I came back, the raptor had just finished gnawing on a Morellatops, and thought I would make a good desert. I was able to fend it off with a club. It was skittish around me, but seemed to be eyeing my Jerboa. I'm not able to always stay with the boat, so I had to use more lethal options to keep my critter safe.



I saw the Thorny Dragon, and took no risks. I slew it and captured its essence. In its form, I am able to fire spines at enemies, filled with a toxin that can induce unconsciousness. I went out to tame the next carnivore I could find, a Daeodon. Those piggies can take a lot of quills, apparently. And the rest of its group were less than pleased. I did manage to tame one though.



It's time to set off. There's a peninsula of the mainland that I can see across the water. Hopefully there will be more resources there. First I stopped by a neighboring island. There were a ton of predatory cats, some Deinotherium, and even a Rock Elemental. I know those piles of stone by sight, and I am not going to gamble with that mess. As I moved on with the boat, a Thylacoleo tried going after my Argentavis. An arrow put an end to that. On to the peninsula



That was a bad idea. I was able to tame a small flock of Argentavis. When I got back to the boat, we were sequentially attacked by a pair of Allosaurus (!) and a small tube of about 6 people. Then, when I was exploring some ruins on the coastline, we were attacked by a swarm of Megalania. The monitor lizards had some form of rabies, which drained the stamina from my creatures until they passed out. I had to stick around for quite some time waiting for them to wake up. We are NOT staying here.



Farther north was a pair of islands. The first was much smaller, but had ruins from some old fort and dock. Both were rich with resources, except a little low on trees. Stranger yet, there are no carnivores here - well, except for the ones I brought with me. I hope there's no Deinotherium here though. While herbivores, those elephants are aggressive and big. I've begun to set up camp in the ruins. It will take some time, but I should be able to more or less restore the building. My next priority other than chopping wood should be to tame an Ankylosaur. While my refined metal pick is good at harvesting metal, an Anky will probably do it better, and they definitely carry it better.

[crazy56u]

I woke up an hour and a half ago, and my stomach feels like its filled with honey. Let's go.

[Like last time, I'm writing the entire liveblog in Notepad before pasting it in; it worked better than I thought.]

Okay, so, then why did they skip the saga sell last week, if they're going to play it this time?

Mr. Sandman, the most tonally appropriate song to welcome us into One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: Ragnarok.

Once again, I would like to ask how the fuck Ben wound up in the worse insane asylum.

"He has short term memory loss. Dump his ass in the Looney Bin."

So, he's pretending to be pretending to have mental problems, so he can save the wife's sister. This won't backfire.

"My promise to you is this: Welcome to Hell."

And right away, we are off to a swmming start.

Why does Nurse Rached here look like a tax accountant?

I see we're in the part of the building where electricity is banned.

Okay, this straight up was a jail originally.

"Yeah, in case you thought OG Quantum Leap whitewashed the 1950s, here's the reality check."

"You know, Ben's had a rough couple leaps. Dump him into the insane asylum so he can go beddie bye."

Is this on a fucking island?!

"So, yeah, remember how we wanted me to go to sleep. Didn't work."

Ben wound up in Prison Break.

"Hey. Why were you talking to ghosts?"

Coffee: History's Worst Invention

"1954 was a dark time for mental health." >Shock Theater would like to know your location…

Translation: Jenn's actor needed a break after carrying last week.

Glad to know they remembered Janis exists.

Okay, how much longer until Tax Accountant gets punched, I already hate him.

"Coffee's dishwater-" Yeah, so, what else is new? (ba dum tish)

Okay, so Ben legitimately is in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Plot Twist: They cut out Lou's tongue.

Why does Judith look like an extra from Riverdale?

Ben, maybe speak quieter?

"YOU SAID NO PROBLEMS! TALKING TO A WOMAN IS A PROBLEM!"

And we already have a riot.

"Okay, that guy got needled, now we can talk."

"Ian, why was there a picture of a brain?"

Plot Twist: Ben's there to get the asylum shut down two decades early.

ESCAPE ROUTE: In case you forgot we needed an escape route.

Glad to know Beth woke up from her coma.

…did Janis get recast, or am I just getting tripped up by the new hairdo?

"If he's in 1954, this is our last chance!" "There's two more episodes this season, what are you on?!"

"Look, I know you're here to bust me out, but newsflash, we got more people to save."

I technically called it.

What if the solution is just burning this place to the ground.

Ben, talk quieter?

Okay, I'm calling it: This was originally meant to be a prison leap, but they pivoted, and they forgot to change the setting fully.

Oh. Goody. Martinez leapt into Nurse Rached…

"Hey, what is Martinez doing there?" My guess? Torturing Ben.

HOLY SHIT. THEY FUCKING REMEMBERED THE EVIL LEAPER PROJECT EXISTED.

What if it turns out Martinez isn't evil? That the reason why he "wants to win" against Ben because he's just leaping around for fun, and Ben keeps screwing with him without knowing it?

"Ben, it's almost five o'clock." Meanwhile, in my world, it's 10:22pm.

MORAL OF THE STORY: If you try to express yourself with painting, you get sent to the bathroom.

Ben is now speedrunning the episode, so expect things to backfire horribly.

ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND they found the torture dungeon.

Ben's turning to an old timey safe cracker, this episode has fucking everything…

Why does an island-based insane asylum have a parking lot?

"I'm here to help you. Scout's honor."

And, in case you were hoping the doctor wasn't the antagonist…

And Ben got needled.

And now we enter the "Star Light, Star Bright" portion of the program.

And Ben's gonna get fucking electroshocked, good fucking job.

Also, he broke faster than Sam, just an aside.

It would be fucking funny, though, if this leap was taking place at the same time as Shock Theater.

Ben, congratulations, you fucked the leap.

Either the doctor doesn't believe him, or he has the best poker face in the land.

He's going fucking cut Ben's head open. Ben instantly outshown Sam in the "Shit Luck" department.

"Why is she here, I thought we had her locked in the broom closet."

"Martinez leaps to help people, like Ben!" "So is he, or is he not the fucking Bad guy?!"

"Ben has to sabotage the leap!" Meanwhile in the distance, Sam Beckett is fucking screaming in frustration.

Also, did you not see the previous scene? Ben already did that.

Janis, the show got renewed, Ben ain't sacrificing shit.

Addison, you already know he can see you. HE SPOKE TO YOU.

Janis is about to go back into the broom closet, Magic is super fucking pissed.

"Look, I'm here for Judith. Go away."

…don't kill the nurse?

…he's going to use that to stab the doctor, calling it.

"Look, I don't know if you're actually on our side or not, but brass tacks time: You can't stab nurses to save the day, and Ben fucked himself over and is about to get lobotomized. You willing to play ball?"

At least Ben finally got to sleep.

"Look, O'Connor, you think I'm not above beating the shit out of a man in a straightjacket?"

"Addison said I couldn't stab a nurse. Knocking out orderlies wasn't against the rules."

Glad to see the straightjacket was a problem for all of one scene.

Martinez: Sucks at poker.

"Wait… I got a syringe… And there's a stool… … … (smashes a window)"

Ice Pick Lobotomies: The Safest Way to Murder

"STOP! I have an actual hostage! Put the ice pick down!"

Tossing the "hostage" to take down someone. A+ Gambit

"Look, believe it or not, he's helping, I'm just as surprised."

Okay, why are they now in a tunnel from Aliens?

"Oh shit. A ladder."

Okay, sewer's open. Time for a last minute conflict!

Seriously, there's 14 minutes left, something's gonna happen.

"Not bad for a pacifist." And three… two… one…

And Ben has cracked his skull. He got fucking stabbed in the jugular and fell onto concrete from a couple feet on high, Ben has cracked his fucking skull.

[Wait, since when the fuck does Tumblr have a character limit?]

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 9

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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"Pleaseeeeee, c'mon, Mr. Stank. Lemme goooooooooooooo," you pleaded.

It was a couple of days after you had returned to your internship, and Tony had just informed you that you didn't have to come in the next day because he was going to leave tomorrow for the signing of the Accords.

You knew about the bombing that ended up killing king T'Chaka, and how it really set off a whole shitstorm, which wasn't something you could just warn about, because that would prompt far too many questions. You still weren't sure how exactly you would keep the Avengers together, but you needed to be there. Besides, you had an Iron Man suit, you had training(which was still painful, given it's only been like 2 weeks, but you knew technique and you wished you had more time but fucking Zemo couldn't wait a little while longer to get violent), and you had the ultimate power of being a giant Marvel nerd. Given all of that, you needed to go with Tony to the signing, you needed to change the timeline.

Which led to the current situation, you imploring him to bring you along.

Tony's eye twitched. "Stop the asking, you're not going."

And Tony refusing your requests. 

"But-" you scrambled for a good reason, "-I'm your intern. I need some real world experience. So I should go with you." Your hands were clasped together tightly, grasp firm. 

He snorted. "Kid, you fly around in an Iron Man suit, I don't think you need anymore 'real world experience'."

"And I am and always will be grateful for that-" you declared honestly, "-I just think that I should go with you."

Tony looked at you. It was not lost on him how much you wanted to go(especially since you had pleaded with him for almost an hour), and unfortunately for him, he had a soft spot for you. He cursed under his breath. Sighing, he said, "I guess you can come."

Your eyes lit up, hands releasing each other and forming fists which you pumped excitedly. Your grin was filled with excitement and relief, expression almost glowing. 

"You are so amazing, Mr. Stank!" Your arms wrapped around him in a quick hug before you darted off, calling out over your shoulder. "I'll go pack right now! See you tomorrow!"

Tony shook his head, watching you leave with a fond smile on his face and a chuckle escaping his lips. "You are something else, kid."

~~

You looked around, taking in the abundance of clothing surrounding you. There were long sleeves, t-shirts, workout clothes, and far too much more. You had one suitcase, and you were trying to figure out what was essential and what you could leave behind. 

It had taken a good two hours of begging and reasoning to get your parents to agree, but eventually, you managed to gain their grudging permission. You had to guilt them slightly to get them to agree, which made you feel bad, but desperate times. 

You wondered how Loki was doing, wondering if you would ever see him again. And you quietly hoped that Thor was ok. But you knew the likeliness. Especially because you knew that Ragnarok happens around the same time as Civil War. Your heart hurt for the hardship they would both go through.

Your phone rang from somewhere beneath the pajama pile, shaking you out of your thoughts and making you scramble through it until you found the device.

"Hey, Pete," you said, holding the phone to your ear while you folded the pajamas.

"Hi, (n/n), whatchu doing?" 

You hummed. "Folding my clothes."

"Oh, chores?"

"Nope." A smile began to grow on your face, "I'm going to Vienna!"

"Really? That's so cool!" Peter exclaimed. "Do you need any help packing?"

You really didn't.

But...

Peter Parker was offering to help you pack.

"If you're not busy-" you responded, "-then I'd love some help, honeybun."

"I'll be right over."

And just like he said, he was there quickly. The two of you worked to pack up all the clothes, finishing relatively fast. Peter was pretty terrible at folding clothes, but he tried so hard and you didn't have the heart to tell him. Especially with how proud he looked after doing it. It's not like you cared that much anyway, so you just shoved it all into the suitcase and high-fived Peter for the completion of the task. 

Once all that was finished, the two of you sat on the floor, talking to each other. You explained to him why you were going to Vienna, and he was smiling the whole time because you were ok. 

You cherished it, and only after he left did it occur to you.

If things went wrong, and you weren't able to stop the fight...you might not see Peter ever again. 

That thought forced you out of your apartment and running in the direction he had gone in. Luckily, he had only just exited the apartment complex. When you caught him, you had a quick glimpse of the expression of surprise on his face before you threw your arms around him. You held him tightly, savoring the feeling of comfort. His arms wound around you instinctually, and you only squeezed him tighter, whispering a quiet "goodbye" while you held him. 

You held him with the knowledge that you might never see him again, thoughts in a whirlwind. 

What if you couldn't keep the Avengers together? What if you failed everybody and changed nothing? What if you died when Thanos came? What if-

"Why are you saying goodbye, (n/n)?" Peter asked, voice soft.

Shit. Enhanced senses. 

You facepalmed mentally, berating yourself for not remembering. 

"I'm just not sure when we're leaving tomorrow," you said. You couldn't specify anything because if you lied, he would be able to tell from your heartbeat. Super-hearing and all that.

"So you wanted to say goodbye right now," Peter finished. "Well, whatever time you leave, could you let me know? If you're too busy I get it."

You separated from the hug(reluctantly), and nodded. "Of course, honeybun."

Peter looked at you. The way your eyes shone beneath the lights of the city, the way you held yourself. Your smile soft, almost sad. But, no. That was the wrong word. It was gentle, and it was happy, but it was also sorrowful.

It was....bittersweet.

That was the word. It was bittersweet and melancholic like you knew something but you couldn't tell him and you were just savoring the time you had left.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of such ridiculous thoughts. 

But the thoughts lingered, and he wrapped his arms back around you because you were there. There was nothing wrong, you were fine, and he was fine, everything was fine. 

But, was it really...?

And he tried to ignore that voice because, yes, everything was fine. Everything had to be fine.

Even still, he held you tightly, afraid of what might happen if he let go.

~~

"First time in a private jet?" Natasha asked with a quirk of her eyebrows. The two of you were seated beside each other on a comfy sofa in Tony's jet, the man himself busy in the cockpit with something. 

You nodded, knees bouncing with nerves. "It's really cool."

Her eyes softened as she took you in, the tense posture, crease between your eyebrows from furrowing them. "No need to be so tense," she tried to sooth you.

"Yeah, it's not like the Avengers might break up or something," your sarcasm apparent. You winced at your own tone. "Sorry."

Her smile was small, and you were positive it wasn't sincere. Not because she was bad at hiding her feelings, of course not, she was the Black Widow, she was quite literally an expert at hiding her feelings. But you knew how much she cared about all of them, they were her family.

"Do we know is she had family?" Tony's voice hushed. 

Steve nodded, head down while he responded. "Yeah, us."

You squeezed your eyes shut, nopenopenope, we're not thinking about that. That isn't going to happen. I'm going to change it. I have to.

A hand squeezed your shoulder gently, a comforting gesture that made you open your eyes to meet green ones. 

"You don't need to apologize, your reaction is perfectly reasonable." She looked away, "I mean- this situation has been rough on everybody. It really...sucks. I hate this," she admitted, her voice uncharacteristically void of confidence. It was something you admired about her, her confidence and how she held her head high, unapologetic for her strength(as she should be) and unwilling to back down to anything. 

But for all her strength, there were weaknesses(just as there was with everybody). And her family being torn apart was a big weakness, especially for someone who had made it her business to hide behind as many masks as possible in order to protect her. Someone who had only survived by not caring for anyone or anything. 

You hesitated, unsure how to comfort her. "You're really strong. I just- I mean, you're just trying to keep the team together. It takes a lot of strength to try to hold stuff together when everything is trying to pull it apart."

That statement went for her efforts to keep the Avengers together, as well as maintaining a strong front when such a concerning situation was happening. 

"You are, too." Natasha said, a small smile on her face that you hoped was sincere. You didn't want her to feel like she had to hold up a façade for you, you wanted her to let it out. To tell you just how stressed she was. So that you could give her the comfort that her character had given you for years.

Natasha wrapped you in a hug, turning to face you on the couch. It was a quick embrace, one that you returned entirely, a complete hoe for hugs by any of your favorite heroes. 

You were gonna get spoiled by all the hugs they've been giving you.

Tony exited the cockpit to find the two of you playing Uno, smiling as he saw how happy you were.

He cleared his throat, garnering your attention. "I can't believe the two of you started playing Uno without me."

And that's how the next couple of hours went, the three of you playing card games and eating the snacks Tony had stocked the jet with. You got the feeling that they were doing it to distract you, given they had seen how much you opposed the Accords. What you didn't know, was that those hours of careless fun was just what the other two needed, both having inhibitions about the coming situation that kept them tense.

When the jet landed, you exited with Natasha, Tony going back into the cockpit.

You looked around, Natasha noticing your searching gaze. "We're not in Vienna, we're in London."

"Oh," you said, "why?" 

Almost immediately after you asked, you realized why. In the movie, Natasha goes to Peggy's funeral, comforting Steve after the devastating loss. 

"Steve lost someone recently," Natasha answered, "you might want to stay here, he won't be in the greatest mindset."

"Nope." You shook your head resolutely. "Aren't friends supposed to help each other?"

Natasha took you in, your determined stance. The guilt behind your eyes, for what? She didn't know, but she wasn't going to stop you from being a good friend.

"Alright, we should go then."

~~

The two of you stood in the back of the cathedral, respectfully silent as the service ended. You looked around, taking in the gorgeous building, reflecting on how much the beauty could deceive observers about the mourning going on within. 

The two of you didn't approach Steve until the last of the mourners left, leaving Steve standing alone in the empty cathedral. He was looking down, but he lifted his head as the two of you drew nearer to him.

"When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out that she was alive. I was just lucky to have her."

Your heart twinged, a pang of grief striking you with his words. 

"She had you back, too." Natasha said.

You nodded. "You gave her closure, Steve."

He looked between the two of you, eyes soft and gaze broken.

"Who else signed?" Steve prompted.

You bowed your head, as if his losing Peggy wasn't horrible enough, he was about to lose half his family too.

Natasha answered the question, "Tony. Rhodey. Vision." 

"Clint?"

Natasha's smile was faint. "Says he's retired."

"Wanda?"

"TBD. I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There's plenty of room on the jet." Natasha offered, giving him one last chance.

You just stared at your feet, unsure of what to do. You didn't exactly have an abundance of people you were close to in your previous world, so you really had no clue about people interactions and you normally just winged it, but with a situation this tense, you were lost and you didn't want to hurt Steve. 

Steve sighed at Nat's offer, bowing his head.

"Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path." Natasha said, the way she said it gave you the idea that she was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Steve. "Staying together is more important than how we stay together."

"What are we giving up to do it?" Natasha sighed at his words, Steve shook his head. "I'm sorry, Nat. I can't sign it."

"I know." Natasha said, you saying the same two words in your head. 

"Then why are the two of you here?" Steve asked.

"We didn't want you to be alone."

~~

Natasha had gone to the bathroom, leaving you with Steve. Steve wouldn't look at you, guilt and grief keeping him from facing you, the woman who had been there for him since she met him.

You looked at the mourning man, gaze sweeping over his form. "I-" you stopped as Steve's piercing eyes raised to meet yours. You were painfully out of your depth, hesitant and unsure about what to say and how to act.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm- I, I just think that today the whole world should mourn, because one of the greatest, strongest, people on this planet is gone, and she left a tremendous mark on so many people."

 Some of those people weren't even in her universe and she managed to inspire them. You were, by no means, the only woman from your world to find solace and strength in the wonderful woman.

"She was...amazing." You meant every word you were saying. "The kind of person people aspire to be."

Your voice lowered, speaking at barely a murmur. "The kind of person I aspire to be."

[lokiinmediasideblog]

The lokius shippers t making me hate mobius more and more. Its like how Taika gpt me to hate korg

Understandable, I'd probably block the tag for him or the ship at that point. Sometimes fandom experiences make you unappreciative of characters. For me, I guess I've experienced that with some Thanos stans I've encountered that constantly trash on Loki.

I don't like Korg either. But I liked Ragnarok and enjoyed the movie when I first watched it after a fight with my brother LOL. I keep thinking of how fitting that was (and we learned we have an older sister around the time the Original Sin (Aldrif/Angela) run was written; I have that in common with them).

I liked that it makes Odin being a shitty parent undeniable. I loved Valkyrie and Hela. I liked the introduction of characters way more powerful than Thor and Loki, such as the Grandmaster, that I can totally use for whump. And it was funny at times. And it seemed like it'd be set up to something cool like Revengers + GOTG. I was pleasantly surprised Loki didn't do something particularly evil, because I was expecting something closer to the comics. And T:TDW and AoU framed Loki's rule ominously. I am still curious at what could have been though.

I do have criticisms regarding TW's humor with the TLAT trailer scene where Thor gets stripped and ogled instead of helped by Valkyrie and Jane. It made them seem like uncaring perverted assholes? I was like, "Thanks for ruining their characterizations. This was gratuitous and unnecessary."

And then I learned there was a deleted scene for Thor Ragnarok where Loki is magically trapped in a portable restroom, can't get out, and men keep entering that I highly doubt the very corporate and family friendly Disney/Marvel asked for and felt spiteful towards the character. Unless there's a receipt Marvel/Disney asked for it, I will consider it spiteful on TW's part rather than Marvel/Disney.

I also liked the deleted scene/alternative to Odin's death more? It's more meaningful, and makes Odin more endearing and seem like he cared about them.

[rinskazuu]

more about me; find about abt my fav characters & my likes^^

hello! my name is shen, short for shenyi, although i prefer you just stick with “shen”. i’m 18, my birthday is september 28 (04 baby), which makes me a libra! i’m an infp, last i checked anyway.. and i’m bisexual, still questioning, but mostly set on bi.

my username is actually just a mix of rindou haitani & kazutora hanemiya from tokyo revengers. my top 2 from tr🫶

my likes;

i do enjoy watching anime, i listen to kpop & i love to edit. i’m not toxic, i promise<3

animes! chronologically ordered; attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo ghoul, demon slayer, bungou stray dogs, haikyuu, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, hunter x hunter, blue exorcist, record of ragnarok & kuroko no basket

i’d love to watch more but, genshin is so time consuming.

kpop groups; i’m not as into kpop as i was in 2021 but i guess i still find a little comfort in it. my ult group is nct, i also stan bts, txt, ateez, enhypen, seventeen, blackpink, itzy, red velvet, aespa & twice.

games; i play genshin impact almost everyday, i touch grass i swear. also valorant..😟

occasionally, i play minecraft & roblox!

favs;

attack on titan; armin, jean, reiner, porco, annie & pieck

jujutsu kaisen; megumi & nobara

tokyo ghoul; ayato

demon slayer; giyuu & tengen

bungou stray dogs; chuuya & ranpo

haikyuu; semi, atsumu, suna, kita, oikawa, sugawara, kuroo, akaashi & konoha

my hero academia; kaminari, todoroki & bakugou

tokyo revengers; rindou, kazutora, sanzu, mikey, mitsuya, chifuyu, izana, wakasa, inupi, shion & hanma

hunter x hunter; kurapika & chrollo

blue exorcist; rin

record of ragnarok; hermes, poseidon & hades

kuroko no basket; kise

genshin impact; i’m currently ar55, have been playing since august 7, 2022, and i’m a yanfei main^^

favs are; xiao, itto, tighnari, ningguang, sara, ayato, diluc, childe, kaeya, zhongli, beidou, yelan & ei

valorant; i’m constantly updating this page, so what i wrote here before, is that i haven’t played in very long, but YESTERDAY (january 25), I PLAYED 12 HOURS… err, anywho, i usually only play unrated, but i main sage, reyna & jett. i think i’m becoming a fade main too👩🏻‍🦲

favs are; sage, reyna, yoru & chamber

if you want to play, i’d love to! just dm me on instagram or on here just so i can share my uid & tag privately(and also know if im adding the right person back).

as i’ve mentioned before, i do edit! i’ve been editing since july 24, 2018. initially, i used cute cut pro. around march of 2020, i moved to vsp and then, august of 2020, i moved to after effects cc 2020. i’ve been using it ever since. my anime editing acc, on instagram, is @armevii. my kpop one, on instagram as well, is @rennjvn. i dont post on there much:( but i am active on my story. recently, i’ve been posting less cus again, i’m so invested in grinding on genshin.

about the ig pages, i did move from both those accounts to @tighnar1s, and i’m multi. you can still check out armevii and rennjvn for my old edits, but i am now only posting on tighnar1s.

my other hobbies include; writing & reading and sleeping. i think that about sums it up. hope you are all more inclined to enter my page^^

#shencasual; i rant a lot ':

#shenwrites; upcoming ideas! :D (requests and/or suggestions are SO welcomed, and absolutely contributes to my ideas)

#shenrecs; you need to read this.

#shengenshin; shen talks a lot abt genshin

#shentr; shen also talks a lot abt tokyo revengers (MANGA SPOILERS, will be warned:>)

#shenanime; me talking abt any other anime ':