#the bifrost abomination AU

[lunarmicrowaves]

The Void's siren song beckons you. Come closer, lost little soul. Let It embrace you. Let It seep into your skin, into your veins, into your mind...

Still working on the next chapter, but I made a cover for You Can Break A Shovel When You Break New Ground.

Featuring:

- The Crew of Nova-6

- Yog-sothoth being Yog-sothoth

- the city of New Midgard

- and a guest appearance by some familiar faces...

[morkeheimr]

Royaume de Mørkeheimr

- contexte complet

L'ère des Dieux s'est effacée dans les ténèbres. Les braises du Crépuscule ont dévoré les divinités, plongeant Midgard dans l'obscurité. Les vestiges de la terre engloutie émergent lentement des abysses, et l'Humanité, épuisée, tente de subsister parmi les ruines du monde en décrépitude. Rassemblés dans l'ombre de l'île de Skjaldborg, ceux qui ont survécu aux déchirements du Ragnarok tentent de reconstruire, mais les créatures cauchemardesques infestent les mers et les îles en ruines.

C'est au cœur de ce chaos que s'est érigée la Nécropole des Ombres, connue également sous le sinistre nom de Niflhegr. Les maudits de cette nouvelle Ère des Abîmes, communément appelés les Vorhers, se sont réunis dans l'ombre grandissante. Depuis deux décennies, la Nécropole des Ombres corrompt et façonne les futurs damnés de ce monde ravagé. La chasse aux abominations, la recherche de reliques maudites ou la conquête de territoires désolés sont autant d'occasions pour ceux suffisamment téméraires, ou déments, pour abandonner les remparts de Skjaldborg et confronter les horreurs de l'infinité marine. Au fil des années, elle est devenue la puissance obscure qui règne sur l'île, imposant sa loi avec une cruauté sans égale grâce à sa milice de spectres lugubres.

Trois ombres gigantesques dirigent la Nécropole des Ombres, projetant leur influence sur toute l'île. Les Moissonneurs de l'Éther, porteurs des ténèbres des anciens dieux, mènent des raids implacables contre les survivants récalcitrants, symbolisés par l'aile noircie du corbeau. Les Griffes de la Perdition, représentées par les griffes éthérées de loups affamés, cherchent avant tout la ruine et la désolation de l'île, usant de tous les moyens impies pour y parvenir. Enfin, les Vagabonds de l'Éternité, dont le symbole est le serpent abyssal aux crocs venimeux, prônent la liberté ultime dans un océan sans fin, cherchant des aventures macabres et des monstres indicibles.

Pourtant, une autre ombre, plus ancienne et plus sinistre, observe avec une méfiance glaciale cette montée en puissance. Depuis le trône funeste d'Éclipsium, une tour d'obsidienne érigée sur les vestiges du légendaire Bifrost, les sorciers de l'oubli murmurent des malédictions, attendant leur heure. Ces parias des arcanes, maîtres des arts interdits, ne sont contraints que par l'indifférence à la magie des spectres lugubres. Relégués à de simples instruments contre les abominations qui hantent la cité, ils ourdissent dans l'ombre pour prendre le contrôle de la Nécropole des Ombres et asseoir leur pouvoir démoniaque sur Skjaldborg.

[emeraldrosequartz]

Rematch: a GladiatorLoki one-shot by EmeraldRoseQuartz

@latent-thoughts...I blame you for this.

Part of the blame is on @sillyvantas​ for creating this AMAZING concept fanart of Loki about to go into battle on Sakaar (and a bunch of other cool Loki drawings, I should mention), but mostly, this is on you, Latent. For having the very audacity to ask for such a thing, knowing there are poor fools out here like me who can’t resist an AU based on fanart. And I hope you know that there will be consequences. :P

In the darkness, alone, he could hear the nearly-uncontrolled crowd cheering outside the enormous metal door. Distilled light filtered in through the spaces and gaps of the barrier in front of him, shining an eerie mottled pattern on the pale features and translucent green eyes of the disgraced Prince of Asgard. Loki gripped the clunky sword nervously, the worn leather creaking and groaning in his palm. His heavy breath and the sound of rushing blood in his ears almost drowned out the chanting on the other side of that door, the savage audience stomping and screaming so violently that it shook the massive slab of steel on its hinges. But even that didn’t interrupt the one thought running through his mind over and over again.

How in the Nine Realms had he ended up here…

Oh...right...

—-

“HEIMDALL, BRING US BACK!”

In hindsight, that had been a mistake.

But it had been a long day. After Thor’s surprise return to Asgard, being outed as an imposter in front of the entire Asgardian court, reuniting with his father on Midgard moments before finally being accepted as a son by Odin (which was immediately followed by the Allfather’s demise), learning the formerly-imprisoned-and-newly-released Goddess of Death was actually his adoptive sister, and seeing her crush Thor’s formidable hammer like a snowball on Muspelheim...well, admittedly, he wasn’t in top form.

That last sight had struck such panic in him that calling to Heimdall was the first thing he thought to do.

And then, before he knew it, he was spinning out of control on the wrong side of the Bifrost, hurtling through space until he collided unceremoniously with the ground in the middle of what appeared to be a garden party in a trash dump. Right at the sandaled feet of the Grandmaster.

“Wellllll what do we have here? Another lost little soul for me to care for, hm?”

Still dazed, Loki had smacked the stranger’s hand away when the Grandmaster reached to touch him, causing a round of shocked and anxious gasps from the eclectic partygoers.

In hindsight, that had also been a mistake.

“Ooooh, a fighter!” The Grandmaster had said, giddily. “What-uh...what’s your name, feisty?”

“I am not feisty,” Loki had growled in response, hardly aware of the crowd around him that had gone eerily silent and were watching him like a pack of hungry wolves. “I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, Rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, and I will not be bullied by the likes of-“

Then everything went black.

It was definitely time to retire that line.

Upon awakening in the disgusting dungeons of the gladiators - which the insipid rockman kept insisting was called the “freaky circle” - Loki found he had a very uncomfortable obedience disk latched to the skin of his neck and an aching desire to scheme his way out of this place as fast as possible.

So he volunteered to fight the champion.

In hindsight, that might have been the biggest mistake of them all.

—-

Now, standing at the gates of the arena, armed with nothing but this ungraceful hunk of ill-forged metal and whatever magic he could manage to conjure on this unfamiliar world, adrenaline kicking through his veins, heart pounding, senses heightened, eager to get this over with and get off of this gods-forsaken planet...it occurred to Loki that he might be in slightly over his head.

The Grandmaster’s contrastingly song-song voice boomed over the collected cacophony of the audience as he announced the winner of the battle royal, but the ambient sound quieted slightly as he heard:

“And now, as you all know, we’ve got a new fighter who wants to try and win his freedom by challenging the champion! Are you ready for this?”

Deafening cheers exploded from the thousands of bloodthirsty onlookers. Loki gulped.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you - The Prince of Assberg - the feisty God of Misdeeds - Logee!”

Oh, for Hel’s sake...

If only to correct that egregious introduction, Loki decided then and there that he would do whatever it took to get himself out of that arena alive. The doors swung open into a blinding light, and thousands of people booed and jeered him.

Lovely. 

Shaking off his nerves, he gathered himself and sauntered out onto the battlefield, arms spread wide, with a snarky, confident grin.

He turned around the huge stadium and took in the magnitude of the audience. Thousands upon thousands of spectators roared, soaring up into the sky  where the top of the stands mingled with hovering ships. Loki spotted the Grandmaster’s box, and with over-enthusiastic dramatic flair, he bowed flourishingly.

“Yea, he’s great, he’s great. Let’s hear it for him. But now. Oooooo, the one you’ve all been waiting for…”

Impossibly, the crowd got even louder. Green fireworks of colored powder began exploding around the arena, signs and masks were being waved by excited onlookers. Loki looked at the gargantuan door on the other side of the battlefield.

“Oh boy, here he comes. The undefeated, defending champion. You know him, you love him…”

The ground began to tremble as the door slowly began to open.

“The Incredible...HULK!”

...

FUCK.

Of all the creatures that could have violently exploded from that door, of all horrors he’d endured, of all the worst possible scenarios he had considered…

“I have to get off this planet…” Loki whispered to himself in sheer disbelief. How had that beast gotten to this world?! What in the HELS was this place?! Was it specifically designed to trigger every fear he had, or was that just his dumb luck?

The giant green monstrosity came roaring out onto the floor of the arena, dressed in the same gaudy Gladiator-style armor that Loki had been forced to wear - at least he’s been able to change it from that hideous dark blue to a more suitable shade of green beforehand. But that was literally the least of his concerns, as the Hulk began barreling toward him on all fours, pushing himself forward on those rippling, huge arms and eying him murderously.

“Good to see you too, Bruce,” Loki said under his breath. He had about five seconds before the monster would be upon him. A fury of battle-practiced rage blossomed inside him - this would NOT be a repeat of what had happened on Earth. Soliloquizing to the green abomination had been - yet another - mistake. Not this time. He wouldn’t underestimate his enemy again; in fact, he already had a plan. He smirked.

Planting his feet firmly in the dirt, gripping the sword in one hand and drawing his seidr to the palm of the other, Loki locked eyes on his opponent.

Bring it on.

@latent-thoughts, I challenge you to write the battle that ensues. Like I said - consequences! At least 1,000 words, then you can pass this off to whomever you’d like, even back to me if you feel like a little vengeance is in order. Looking forward to it! :P

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[lunarmicrowaves]

Abomination Lyf Mid-investigation.

The Bifrost has already made its mark, whether they're aware of it or not (they're not).

"~You've got something in your hair, Inspector."

Probably got stuck on their way there. Nothing worth noticing.

[lunarmicrowaves]

I made a fun little illustration for a fic I’m writing for my Biftost Abomination AU!

Unofficial Title: Dr. R. Smigiel, Underqualified Xenobiologist Extraordinaire, Fucks Around And Finds Out.

I censored it in a lore-accurate version because there’s Body Horror and some Gore in there and I know not everyone likes those things.

Uncensored version under the cut (definitely worth it for the terrible cameo).

Oh look, it’s our good friend Snorri of the terrible meme fame! Too bad what happened to him. But a body was needed, and my guy was available. RIP Snorri, forever in my heart you wonderful king.

Update: some closeups because I only just noticed that the quality was massacred by Tumblr.

[lunarmicrowaves]

The houseplant Lyf storyline has an official name now:

The Bifrost Abomination AU

I will tag the stuff I make for it with that so that it’s all in one place and organised. Feel free to do whatever you want with it, just ask me first.

Anyway, no creation of mine is complete without some weird creatures, so here is Lyf when overloaded on Eldritch Rainbow.

And now the infodump:

The form resembles a deer, a sacred creature on Midgard (also because deer are f r e a k y)

Lyf doesn’t remember anything from these episodes except for brief flashes of clarity and the general things they felt (usually fear and sadness, but also a strange comfort)

Being around Deer Lyf increases your chances of getting mutated through exposure to the Bifrost, although their effects can sometimes be reversed, unlike a direct exposure to unfiltered Yog-sothoth energy

Yes they glow in the dark

The horns/branches always spark with little rainbow light wisps, expelling the excess Bifrost from Lyf’s body.

There are patches of moss on the body, and the fur has algae and lichen on it (like sloth fur)

The eyes are somewhere under the hair, usually only visible either when they start glowing or when someone shines a light directly at them

Deer Lyf likes head scritches (Regular Lyf likes them too but will never admit it out loud)

Don’t look behind their hair, that’s where the nightmares live.

[lunarmicrowaves]

More Houseplant Lyfrassir because the brainrot is real and inspiration juice is flowing.

I imagine that's how Marius eventually finds them; their body overgrown by mutated vegetation and seemingly lifeless. Some of the roots began digging into their skin, becoming one with their flesh.

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Chapter 6. finally got to post this bad boy after it sat in the "How Do I Get There" mines for months.

Uh. Cw: Body horror

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CHAPTER 5 BABYYYY! I am actually finishing this one maybe! It's been a while but i swear i'm getting somewhere. Anyway eldritch funtimes are getting more eldritch and more fun.

[lunarmicrowaves]

The alternate Terminus aftermath I wrote based on Annihilation is not letting me rest, so I pulled out digital art for the first time in 6 months. Here is a Bifrosted Lyf: houseplant edition.

Flowers and fungi grow out of their skin in response to emotions or general well-being. Raphaella is pretty sure their DNA doesn't exist anymore and is instead an amorphous rainbow soup of anything and everything. They can mutate organic and sometimes even inorganic matter at will, although that usually means fungi and plants growing out of that matter. They could probably shapeshift, they don't really know how to though.

They glow in the dark too.

Just a general concept for now, will definitely develop it further. Not touching digital art for a while again though.

[lunarmicrowaves]

Oh look I actually wrote something for the AU. This will be a long one folks, and may my motivation actually stick around for this one because I have Ideas.

Also, maybe a little spoiler for what's coming for them :3.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

[lunarmicrowaves]

Yggdrasil’s end was loud and instantaneous and terrible.

Yggdrasil’s end was quiet and never-ending and beautiful all the same.

~~~

Surprise, new fic. Nobody has a good time in this one. Also be warned, there is blood and gore in there, so do not read if you have issues with this kind of stuff.

[lunarmicrowaves]

Pspsps

Chapter 2 is up.

What shenanigans will the Midgard Field Trip get to now?

[lunarmicrowaves]

Yet Another Chapter! welp, break time. Unfortunately responsibilities exist and get in the way. One upside of college is learning coding so that i can bedazzle a fic to fit my sick artistic vision. Unfortunately the formatting for this one doesn't fully work on mobile and I still don't know how to fix it so I recommend desktop

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Chapter 4! Surprise, this thing is still going. Imagine having a consistent schedule, couldn't be me. But! The plot is planned out, all that remains is actually writing it.

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UPDATE: so i did a funny thing. it starts early on in the series but is most visible in the newest chapters. hehehehehehe I love making things unnecessarily hard.

Chapter 6. finally got to post this bad boy after it sat in the "How Do I Get There" mines for months.

Uh. Cw: Body horror