#twilight of the gods freya

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The infamous bosom friends 🥛

Yes, we are making this a running joke now.

[demigoddessqueens]

Them queening out with their schemes and plots, and being “bosom friends” was such an underrated dynamic

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TWILIGHT OF THE GODS — You Will Gladden His Ravens (Episode 3) written by Peter Aperlo | directed by Tim Divar & Andrew Tamandl ››› Paterson Joseph as Loki ››› Tracy Ifeachor as Freya

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I watch Twilight of the Gods for the plot

The plot:

[emilystheories]

Breaking SJM news: a completely new series is (likely) on the way !!

Last night, I came across a veryyyy interesting YouTube video posted by Bloomsbury 4 weeks ago. Although the video was mostly super boring (talking numbers and finances), towards the end, we get this little nugget of information...

[Bloomsbury staff member]: "Regarding the timeline and future Sarah J Maas book releases, which are obviously very important to us... so her next title, which is the third in her Crescent City series, comes out on the 30th of January, 2024. So, that will fall into this financial year."

[Bloomsbury staff member]: "And thereafter, we have SIX further contracted titles -- so continuing this series, and STARTING A NEW SERIES AS WELL."

A new series! This likely goes hand-in-hand with the announcement made by Bloomsbury a couple of months prior, in which they stated that 4 additional SJM books were on the way (but curiously, no further details about these books were given...)

Although we don't know for sure, this is my guess as to what these 6 future SJM books are:

2 x ACOTAR books.

Then the 4 remaining, newly contracted books; the first being the final Crescent City book, House of Many Waters.

Leaving 3 x books for the new series (which makes perfect sense, as when starting a new series, SJM is always contracted for 3 books initially).

The question remains as to what exactly this new series may be. Which leads me to... Twilight of the Gods.

[SJM universe spoilers ahead!]

Back in 2015, SJM started a Pinterest board for 2 new book series that were connected in some way; one was Crescent City, and the other was called Twilight of the Gods. 

On her Twitter, SJM also mentioned that she had been working on both for quite a while, and that it was soon time to release them into the world.

Around the same time, a series called 'Twilight of the Gods' was mysteriously added to SJM's official Goodreads catalogue.

'Twilight of the Gods' is another term for Ragnarok; a famed tale of Norse mythology where the Gods and giants/demons across all worlds joined together to fight a giant battle that signified the end of the world.

Thus, I believe that 'Twilight of the Gods' is SJM's next series; it will be a Ragnarok retelling, and all of the characters from TOG, ACOTAR and CC will join together for a cataclysmic battle against the Asteri, the Daglan, and the Valg (because lets not forget that Orcus and Mantyx are still unaccounted for...).

With this in mind, consider the numerous references to Norse mythology that SJM has already scattered throughout her books:

Feyre as Freya: Freya was perhaps one of the most renowned Norse goddesses, and was Queen.

Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn as the Valkyries: An obvious one, but the Valkyries originated from, and had a huge part to play in Norse Mythology (Ragnarok especially).

Lucien as Loki: According to Norse mythology, Loki is often depicted with long, red hair. He is also seen as a God of fire, and is commonly associated with foxes.

Danika (Fendyr) and Fenrys as Fenrir: Fenrir was a renowned monstrous wolf of Norse mythology. Fenrir being 'unleashed' is one of the key events of Ragnarok.

Hunt as Thor ('Thurr'): During Ragnarok, Thor has a famous battle against the 'Midgard Serpent.' Consider the snake that Hunt is holding on the cover of HOSAB. 

Midgard: is the 'Earth' world in Norse mythology.

Hel (spelt the same way): Is the 'underworld' of Norse mythology.

Further, if you looked at SJM's "Twilight of the Gods" Pinterest board - before it was deleted - you'd see countless images of (Lady?) Thor, the Valkyries, Sailor Moon, and even the coffin that Maeve locked Aelin in... (that can't be a coincidence, right..?!) Some examples below:

'Twilight' is also another word for 'Dusk'; considering the lost Dusk Court, and 'Dusk's Truth' (both of which are the centre of the upcoming crossover and broader multiversal narrative...) it matches up perfectly.

Thus, I believe that the remaining ACOTAR and CC books will continue to add to the multiverse, bit by bit. And whilst they can still be read in a standalone fashion, my guess is that they will build up to a grand finale (perhaps the very last ACOTAR book will end with Aelin walking through a portal...?) and then Twilight of the Gods will begin.

If you thought Kingdom of Ash was epic... then Twilight of the Gods -- if correct -- is bound to blow us away (and, it might even put SJM's name in the history books).

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Twilight of the Gods! Sigyn HCs

In TOTG, Sigyn is the eldest daughter of Tiwaz and Gullveig, elder sister of Eostre, Hnoss and Gersemi and 2nd wife of Loki. At first Tiwaz wanted to set her up with any of Odin's sons or nephews as a way to try strengthen Aesir Vanir ties then. But Sigyn isn't drawn to any of the potential Aesir suitors at all and just happen to have sparks fly with Odin's new Jotunn blood brother Loki ( who was a widower then ). They began courting ( much to many' surprised cuz Sigyn was a seemingly sunshine person while Loki is all machivellanism and frost ) and eventually, they got married. She was also amongst her aunt Freya's handmaids and a member of the Aesir Volva Order before her marriage to Loki

Sigyn tries her damn best to beba diplomatic figure between Aesir and Vanir courts and even made powerful alliances with several of them. She was a doting mother to her sons and step children, and truly loves Loki and he adores her

Then Baldr died, and Sigyn was forced to watch Loki being cast down to a cave in Nornheim and her sons being murdered in front of her eyes

Gullveig passed down her Seidr skills to her daughters. And when Sigyn was introduced to the Aesir court at the cusp of adulthood, Eostre was in her teen years, and Hnoss and Gersemi were in their pre teens.

The daughters of Tiwaz and Gullveig are all flower/tree humanoid hybrids ( more flower humanoid ). All of them have black or brown hair, bronzed skin, and vines across their arms and legs, and main flowers around them.

Sigyn got pink roses around her, Eostre got sunflowers around her, Hnossa got lavenders around her, and Gersemi has bluebells around her

When she showed up to Asgard with an entourage in tow, she immediately caught the eye of Loki, who becomes a new blood brother of Odin, and she spoke with decorum and confidence in turn.

Sigyn is a loving wife to Loki and a doting mother to her sons and step children.

TOTG! Sigyn is kinda like Margaery Tyrell, Queen Aurora, Arwen and Queen Zelda in spades. And she often dresses kinda like Margaery Tyrell, Juliet Capulet and Queen Aurora in spades

Also TOTG Sigyn gives me Lana Del Rey vibes

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

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Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

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G Witch's Cinematic Rhythm and the Poetic Edda

You might have noticed or seen someone highlight the rhyming shots in Gundam The Witch from Mercury. If you don't know what I mean, I refer to the repeated usage of rhyming shots such as these

Important moments echoed and distorted, rhyming with each other. These are just a couple flagrant examples but hardly alone. When you look close, G Witch loves to do this clever bit of repetition throughout. But what's its purpose? A mere stylistic choice, might be your first assumption. I suspect it's meant to invoke something specific.

Because as I've discussed in my G Witch Norse analysis, the show appears to partly follow beats of Norse Myth (link to examples). And from these rhyming shots, call to mind the Poetic Edda. The Poetic Edda is a collection of tales, skaldic poetry, and songs featuring the mythological exploits of Norse gods and hero-cycles. It features alliterative poetry; echoing but different. The same as the rhyming shots above.

This isn't limited to its episodes either, but also in the various homages to past gundams, such as Miorine being a distorted echo of Relena Peacecraft (link to my analysis on the subject), her relationship with Suletta mirroring Utena/Anthy (RGU) and Miranda/Ferdinand. (The Tempest)

Considering the other influences within the show, The Tempest and Utena respectively, this theme of cycles and rhyme is perpetuated. Revenge, systematic abuse/oppression; metered verse and fantastic tales of witches, royalty, and love blooming within the dark ugliness of humanity. Its rhyming structure becomes nothing short of brilliance.

WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN?

First off, neat right? But what will it mean in the grand scheme of G Witch. Consider the Poetic Edda is not a coherent narrative but an amalgamation of stories/skaldic poetry that flows past, present, and future. It simultaneosly tells of Ragnarok or the twilight of the gods, the strife between the Aesir and the Vanir then unification through a marriage between Odin and Frigg/Freya. Similar to the Tempest where Prospero rescinds his plans for revenge upon the union of Miranda and Ferdinand.

This tale ebbs and flows and so do its references within G Witch. Yet I suspect the show's end will likely mirror the most prominent beats-- The End of the Gods, which could mean Benerit Group/Permet weaponry/Spacians, peace and unification between Spacians (Aesir) and Earthians (Vanir) and of course if Miorine becomes president that would make her Odin within the spacian pantheon; a Queen as Relena becomes in Gundam Wing.

Another rhyme in a show enamored with poetry and cycles

Note: Odin does descend into Niflheim, a realm of the dead, to consult a seeress/witch (maybe Eri👀👀) so she could still take a dip into QZ hell

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Ok, I made a thing.

This is Zhar, the baby is Anya. Anya is the daughter of Nikolai and Freya 'Mini' Mactavish. Mini belongs to @sofasoap

This is not some kind of creepy 'twilight' thing, I swear. This is my girl finding her big platonic love in an AU where she doesn't end up with Nikolai.

And a little story to this picture.

“That flight attendant checked you out. Once again!” Freyas brain begged her to shut up. However, MacTavishes blood kept boiling, encouraging her to go on and try to distract the notorious Chimeras Lieutenant.

In fact Mini was scared. She was afraid of Olga back in the days of her service with Price and that fear only grew when Olga left 141 and Lt Zhar was born. Poorly hiding his pride, Nikolai told her, how that woman didn’t shed a single tear the morning, she woke up with a half-burnt body. Hiring her was obviously the move that boosted his already huge ego. But Mini didn’t trust people, who seemed to have no soft corners.

And Zhar was all teeth and claws.

Mini didn’t like her husband’s initial idea to send Olga bodyguarding her. It felt easier for her to walk down the street alongside Krueger – he at least would express any emotion besides cold concentration. But Mini couldn’t argue, when Nik pointed out, that Olga draws not that much attention than a huge loud guy, threatening everyone around just with his posture. Besides, Zhar had this natural feeling of a crowd: she read surrounding movements and moods as if she read other peoples minds. And this was critical for where Mini went.

The good news were, that everything went so smoothly – Freya could as well spend all this time alone. No threats, no nothing. The bad news was the MacTavish blood, that begged Mini to stir her bodyguard up. She craved a human interaction that went at least a bit beyond “wait here”, “please let me do the talking”, “if you need me – I am right behind your door”. She wanted bubbly flustered girly gossips for god’s sake!

Sadly, she had to deal with Olga, who refused to play any social games.

“Hes no threat, Mini, don’t worry.”

“No! I mean, he checked you out! Like a hot thing you are.”

Zhars fingers froze for a moment hovering over her laptop keyboard. Freya smiled in anticipation, but her bodyguard just nodded to herself and went back to typing, as if she just needed a minute to find the most suitable wording for her email.

“Oh, c’mon, really? You wont even glance at him?”

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, persistent misuse of a cheap cologne, ‘Oliver’ badge and a widest smile on this plane.” Olga finally looked away from her screen. “Mini, love, if you are trying to test me – yes, I do memorize people surrounding you.”

“No-o-o-o.” Mini almost mewled. “This wasn’t any test, I just wanted to gossip, or to have a little laugh, or just to chat. You know, like the real people usually do?”

Zhar sighed and closed her laptop.

“Ok, show me her.”

“Again? Olya, we watched Anyas photos just before the flight. You don’t have to pretend to be interested in my daughter this hard. We can talk about any other thing!” Mini had to dig her fingers into her own forearm to force herself to continue speaking without blushing from fear and embarrassment.

Zhar insisted on watching Anyas photos yet again. As Freya was showing her the same pictures, they looked at just an hour ago, she noticed how her bodyguards face softened.

“You should think about having a baby too. It's fun, you know-“ Minis mind wasn’t following her own tongue fast enough. By the time, she cut herself out – it was too late.

“You’re MacTavish, and MacTavish knows no fear,” rang her mother’s voice in her head as she slowly turned to face Olga.

Mini tried to joke herself out of this uncomfortable situation, tell something about ‘obviously meeting the right man or woman, going on a pair of dates, and getting to the baby question only after that, but Zhar ended her suffering.

“Mini, there won’t be anyone for me.”

“Wha-?”

“There is nobody for me.” Olga repeated. “I break several laws all around the world on a daily basis, I have not been with anyone from the start of my service in the TF, my back looks like a well-done steak, my head costs a shit ton of money on an underworld market. At this point, there is nobody out there.”

“That’s…” Mini didn`t want to point the obvious out, so she bit her tongue and didn’t say ‘sad’.

“That is a choice. And I’m ok with that. I let go of all that stuff, you know?” Zhar smiled awkwardly. “Will they, won’t they… and then they finally are. And they tell each other ‘you are the love of my life, you’re the most important person on earth, your happiness is from now on my only mission, your smile is my reason to go on’. And the church bells ring and someone’s auntie is crying ugly on the last row… I just let it all go. And my life didn’t become miserable. If anything – it became easier to breathe.”

Freya suddenly felt guilty. She knew, that by the time their plane will touch the ground – Nik would already be in the airport. Waiting for the love of his life. And Zhar would report to him, salute to Mini. Then she will turn away and go to a big cold Chimeras base. For some reason Mini couldn’t picture Olga coming to her home. As much as she respected Zhars decision to fence herself off any close relationship – Freya felt bad for not being able to truly share the family love with her.

“Hey, can I have your phone for a minute? Always wanted to try this airdrop* feature, do you mind?” Mini lied – she used this feature a hundred times already. She just wanted to give Olga at least something. So, she sent her a photo of Anya in her bunny onesie. And the one with Anya on Nikolais helicopter seat. And the one with Anya trying a peach for the fist time. It wasn’t much, but these were the photos, Zhar kept asking to show her again and again.

After that flight they parted for quite a long time. Olga had a ton of work, and Mini had a work, a little angel, a husband, trying to spoil that little angel rotten, and a brother, risking his dumb ass constantly.

Every time Freya visited the Chimera base – she knocked on Olga’s door in the hope of an answer. And after a few months it finally happened.

“Come in. Unless it’s Krueger. Fuck off Krueger!” Zhar sounded as if she was in a good mood, although Mini still had to urgently cover little Anyas ears.

Freyas stepped in Zhars office and greeted her.

“Yeah, hi, love. Grab a seat, I need to finish this letter and then I`m all your-“ Olga fell silent, when she saw the baby in Minis arms.

“Ehm, hi… We thought, it would be nice to visit our favorite Chimera Lieutenant.” Freya stepped in the dimly lit office. Anya was staring around with a wide-open mouth.

Zhar didn’t move, she seemed to didn’t even breathe. She looked at Anya with wide eyes full of uncertainty or confusion.

“So, this is where your auntie Olya works.” Freya started telling her daughter, pointing on Olgas desk. “Auntie Olya is very busy, she helps daddy with so many things, so we will just look and be very quiet, like little mice, ok?”

“Can I-“ Zhar started talking, but Nikolais voice from the hall cut her out.

“Lastochka?* Can I have you for a minute?”

Mini was ready to turn to exit when Olga snapped out “Can I please hold her?”. She sounded unfamiliar, her voice was low, tearful, as if Zhar was fighting a lump coming up her throat.

“Of course! Anya loves new faces, here…” Freya handed the baby to Olga and turned around to follow Nikolais voice.

“Don’t worry, I will pick her up in a few min-“

“You are the love of my life…” Mini stopped in her tracks as these words reached her ears. Zhars voice was full of tears. Freya looked back in shock and saw Zhar, the notorious Chimeras Lieutenant with shiny wet cheeks.

She held Anya as if she was made of a glass and as if she was her only hope at the same time. The next words she spoke, were quiet, almost inaudible. But Mini already knew these words.

“You’re the most important person on earth, your happiness is from now on my only mission, your smile is my reason to go on.”

Airdrop – a technology, letting apple phone users to send each other multimedia files.

Lastochka – a swallow. Nikolais nickname for Mini.

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Twilight of the Gods: Mythosyns

(Inaccuracy & Stupid Shenanigans Countdown)

Rankings:

S/6 - This is actually in the mythology or accurate to our pagan ideas of the gods

A/5 - Passable; As they should, not going above and beyond; Doesn't break immersion

B/4 - Could've done better or more research; could've asked a pagan; will continue with caution

C/3 - True Neutral

D/2 - Don't like it; okay?; Breaks immersion

F/1 - Absolutely not

Misc: no = automatic 0, comment out of number, silly

goofy, +/ - (.5), E/1.75, etc.

Let's Benean - Episode 3: “You Will Gladden His Ravens”

(I need you readers to know, my girlfriend and I have been wanting to make a Loki story for…A WHILE basically since we’ve started dating a couple years ago…only 2 episodes in and I think we’ve found the push we needed…anyway

Onward, mortals!)

1. Made by a non-pagan, perverted man: Ew/6 (0)

2. Jormungandr is a sexy trans lady: A (for as they should)

3. Ew, Thor. Fuck off: F

4. Loki, the ominous cockblocking dad: S (for papa of slithery lil snek)

5. NO. NO. GOD. PLEASE, NO!!: F (for put that thing back where it came from or so help meeeee! So help me, so HELP ME! That thing as in Thor entirely)

6. Cheating on Sif: Unfortunate S for accuracy :(

7. bAldr? LIKE HE’S YOUR PAL-dr, bAldr????: NO! (0)

8. Kitty scruff Libzarb Loki: S (because he just rolls with it)

9. Accuracy of Freya and Odin’s relationship: S

10. Loki didn’t shapeshift bosoms when talking about bosoms: F

11. Loki drinks Freya’s breast milk: Ew/6 (0 for this isn’t even a chaotic extreme actual Loki would partake and he has been a milkmaid before. This was someone’s fetish, probably Zack Snyder’s, so…fire him)

12. Dwarves turn into stone when they die. This is accurate: S

13. The apples were not taken from the Vanir. They were a wedding gift to Idunn by Ivaldi, her father: F

14. Freya wasn’t the queen of the Vanir. She was traded as a hostage during the war, along with Freyr and Njord (Their father): B (for acceptable confusion, but come on)

15. Egill said the gods spit in a well, but no mention of Kvasir, God and Traveler of knowledge: B (for could’ve added, “[…] and with the birth of Kvasir, the war was over.”)

16. Bindrude on the weapons, but no explanation, so probably not a real or accurate bindrune: C

17. Oh now you say it right, Thor: Inconsistency/6 (0)

18. Roll Credits/6 (0)

19. Kid didn’t deserve that. Fuck you, Odin: L Odin (for 0)

20. Wow, Thor respects Sigird’s title more than Lief. Lief saw it as a sexualizing trait!: I’m not sure what to make of this/6 (D?)

21. Thor sounds (and looks) like a fake hippie guru: F (for he’s trying to sell me CBD oil and will not accept “I’m allergic” as an answer)

Mythosyn count: 53

Out of

6x21= 126

42% despite all the S’s, it has LOST points.

Verdict:

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The Silver Knight: Warrior, Princess, Wife

Daemon Targaryen/Original Fem [Targaryen] Character

Chapter 2: Civility

MASTERLIST

Summary: Naera finally learns of her father's reason for summoning her to King's Landing, and she is NOT happy about it.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: nothing, really

Naera hated Aegon.

From the first word the boy spoke to her, she knew that she wasn’t going to stand him for long. “Do they even knight women?” He had asked, and Naera had been civil. It was a frequent question. His second question, however, had been out of line.

“Did you really fuck a savage war lord?” Viserys and Alicent roared at his impudent words, but it wasn’t ire that hit Naera, but reminiscence. Khal Roq’ko had been a passionate lover. Savage, yes, but never to her…eh…usually, not to her. She chuckled at the memory. No.

Civility. “I did not,” she denied, “that was my friend, the Khaleesi Freya.” She wasn’t lying in completion. Freya had, on being the wife of Roq’ko, laid with him often for pleasure and heirship. Everyone had gone silent at that, looking unto Naera with expectance. She continued, “We had met in Volantis, and she wanted to run from her life, so we fled into the Great Grass Sea.”

“Why did you go with her?” Aemond asked. He was a small child, something of loneliness lingering in his voice. Aegon rolled his eyes at his younger brother, reprimanding him to quiet down.

Naera smiled again, her mind travelling back to those locks of obsidian hair and golden skin. She had reminded her of Raiden, in more ways than one—the same love of poetry. No.

Civility. Civility. Civility. “I didn’t really have a choice,” Naera laughed. Lies. “She stole something of mine ‘n I needed to get it back. I followed her to the land of the Dothraki, and we…got lost.” Yes, she stole her heart, and a prided dagger. She had followed for the dagger. “We were taken by Khal Roq’ko’s khalasar, and they fell in love and married. I happened to display particular strength in battle, and wasn’t sold as a slave. Freya pleaded for my leave and Roq’ko agreed.” Lies. Lies. Lies. She wanted to weep. That was not all there was—there had been passion, and love, and heat. There had been so much more, but she needed to be proper. She needed to be appropriate, for Rhaenyra, for her family, so that the Hightower filth that had infested it wouldn’t gain the upper hand.

“That’s it?” Aegon was disappointed. “I don’t see what the grand deal is with you and the Dothraki, then.” Oh, that child. Naera’s stomach churned. You know nothing. Naera remembered, and recalled, and relived in her mind, those shallow brown eyes and expanses of bronze-gold skin in the twilight hours of the day, as their blood pooled to the ground, one ounce at a time until all life had fled them. She had to. 

“I did defeat two bloodriders in combat on my first day,” she smiled, gaining words of praise. Her father grasped her hand with affection, serene and content. Lie again. She had defeated three bloodriders in single combat on her first day, and Roq’ko himself in single combat on her second day, the very ordeal that found her not dead. Freya had only come in weeks later. “After that,” she changed the subject, trying her best to forget those nights, “I lived with the Red Priestesses in Asshai.” Naera immediately regretted her words, as memories of deathly pale skin and blood-red lips refreshed themselves in her mind. R’hllor, no.

“What did you do there?” Laenor, Rhaenyra’s consort, questioned with a smile.

“I learned about their religion and mythology, their miracles also,” A summary, at best. Naera took a sip of her wine, cursing its shade of red. It reminded her of so much. It reminded her of the woman in red, the Red Woman, of her words and her eyes, the mischievous twinkle in them as she did the bidding of her god, the Lord of Light. It reminded her of Melisandre, and her--She shook her head, “I haven’t converted, do not worry,” that earned her a round of chuckles, most loudly by her father, but she couldn’t care to listen. They were lies. She had converted, in whatever conversion into the Faith of Light meant. She had prayed to the Lord of Light and had received its fruits. She had done it all. Thoughts of the Red Woman wouldn’t leave her early—her practised laughter, her ominous words, her magic—her magic that brought them delightful justice. Oh…no. Civility.

There was an empty seat beside him, the plate and wine fully laid out. Was his Hand joining the dinner?

“Where after?” Rhaenyra asked, glad that you kept your composure.

“Lys, and then Naath, where I learned ways of healing and treatments faster than I’ve seen in Westeros, but I wasn’t there long before you summoned me,” she turned to her father, and all the calm and colour had fled his face. He sweated and glanced off, pulling his hand away from yours. What is it?

“Naera, we have…” he began, “it has been years since Prince Raiden…” he saw the way your face lost its colour also, and he could imagine it, surely, he could imagine and remember the pain of losing a lover. A spouse, by all means, other than in name. “I am afraid…I…I believe it is time for you to consider marriage, and we have a match.” He exchanged glances with Alicent, who was not at all discouraged by your negative reaction. She had planned this.

Naera chuckled. They didn’t realise it. They didn’t understand her yet.

If they wed her to a Lannister, she would squander his wealth. If they wed her to an Arryn, or a Northener, or a Baratheon, she would kill them before they could lay their honourable��fingers on her body. If they tried anyone else, she would run. She would fly.

“Well? Who is it?” Which kingdom did they want to sell her to this time? “Lannister or Tyrell? Or is it someone else?” Her eyes were wide with ire, her breathing now bated, her heart hammering in her chest. A part of her wanted to declare her pride, to list out the titles she had earned in Essos—Red Priestess of Asshai, one of the thirteen of Quarth, the Master of the Mereenese pits, the Bane of the Unsullied, and so much more. Yet, she couldn’t. For Rhaenyra, she reminded herself. For your House. For Fire and Blood.

“Prince Daemon,” Naera looked up. Had her uncle joined them for supper? She eyed the empty spot next to the King. He wasn’t there—he hadn’t just arrived. He doesn’t mean—“I believe that you would make a good match, and, uh…” he looked to Alicent again, and said, “and,”

“Is that what you think?” Or, is it what that whore has been whispering in your ears? She didn’t say those last words. She didn’t need to. Naera stood, turned, and left.

It is uncertain what went through Princess Naera after she learned that her father, King Viserys, encouraged by Queen Alicent, had decided to wed her to her uncle, Prince Daemon. It was partially a reward for his recent calm and collection, and partially a way of restricting and subduing the princess herself.

It is significant to recall that Prince Daemon had earlier sought Princess Rhaenyra’ss hand in marriage and that he had never known Princess Naera well. For a man of his character, being a rough and determined man, to be refused the hand he sought was one thing, but for another marriage to be forced upon him after the death of Lady Rhea, was not going to leave him in a very agreeable state.

According to the Court’s fool, Mushroom, Prince Daemon had learned of his marriage three weeks prior to the Princess’ arrival in the city, and the Kingsguards had been forced to hold him back for the intensity of his anger. Following that, he had taken to liquor and nightly visits to the Street of Silk, where he “deflowered a maiden every night” and also “pounded her until she wept”, if Mushroom were to be believed.

Princess Naera, according to some witnesses, was seen to mount Wisestone after storming off the dinner and was seen to fly off towards the east an hour before night. She returned Wisestone to the Dragonpits half a week afterwards, calm and collected.

A series of rumours followed, most properly illustrated by Mushroom, in his poorly lyricised songs, of Prince Daemon and Princess Naera having “midnight trysts” and an “unspoken rendezvous”, but the evidence is scarce. The Princess’ personal comments on the event are noted hastily in her journals, explaining that she had travelled back to Essos, to Asshai, and spent time there with the Red Priestesses of Old. She had referred to a few by name, in particular, Lady Melisandre of Asshai, writing in her private journals that “Melisandre told me to follow the light, but I see no visions in her flames;” and, “only in dragonfire, I see truth, but help me, R’hllor, for I have no answer where to flee this while.”

This would all suggest that she intended to sever this union before it flowered and that she had no intention of wedding Prince Daemon, her sister’s position be damned, but it is not so. A fortnight after her ‘outburst’ at the dinner, the Princess agreed to the marriage, almost definitely for the sake of protecting her sister, Princess Rhaenyra’s reputation.

Just because she needed to wed Prince Daemon, the Princess didn’t consider it important to actually get to know him. She was quite sure of it ending up a loveless marriage at best, and an abusive one, at worst. She wanted nothing of attachment to her uncle, who was nothing better than a stranger to her. Prince Daemon, when he returned to the reality of his situation, apparently tried his best to court his niece and make something of their matrimony other than hollow promises, but she wasn’t complicit.

There are many retellings of the Princess sword-fighting until dawn against the most brutal guards and soldiers, and then disappearing after breakfast for hours, until nightfall. She trapezed around the city streets after dusk, making friends of whores and blacksmiths alike, and would be back in the Keep to try her lance or her sword before light.

- An excerpt from ‘The Silver Knight: Warrior, Princess, Wife’

by Maester Creyolin of the Citadel

Naera. She didn’t like her name that well. It sounded broken, halfway, as though only a segment of the full name had survived. Naera. She had first learned how to spell it in Westerosi when she had been five, and her mother had sat her down and taught her, letter by letter.

She couldn’t ever forget her way of teaching it—It went: N, as in Naath, A, as in Aegon, and Naera would always interrupt with, ‘or, as in Aemma,’ and her mother, Queen Aemma, would smile. Then, there was an E, as in Essos, R, as in Rhaenys, and another A, as in Aegon, or Aemma, or Astapor. Two places in a name. Maybe she was meant to travel the world, after all.

Princess Naera would change her name if she could. She would change it to something that sounded fuller on the tongue, that didn’t leave the Westerosi mouth halfway through with an uncomfortable taste, or to something that simply did not fit into her sister’s name as a lopsided puzzle piece. Something like Rhaenerys, or Aemmeyra, or maybe just Rhaenys, or Rhaella, or Daenys, Daenerys, and on it went.

Naera sighed. It was too late for that. She liked her given name better—The Silver Knight, or any of the other things the common citizens of Essos had named her. They felt chosen by her, in a way—she chose to be the Silver Knight. She did not choose to be Princess Naera of the House Targaryen, no longer Second in Line to the Iron Throne, Second Daughter of King Viserys of the House Targaryen, First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. She didn’t choose it, and she no longer wanted it.

She liked being in the Godswood, not for the Old Gods, or the New, or those of Old Valyria, or even for the God of Light. She loved it for the Silence. She loved it for the isolation, and the calm, and the freedom. Naera had found a nice spot there, between two tall hedges near a stream. None dared venture there, because it was too far from the entrances, and the rumours of a ‘flaming panther’ crawling the back hedges had steered them all away definitively. She didn’t create the rumours of the panther, of course. Why would she? She created the panther. That was different, and a lot harder than the rumours.

Now, half the days, she would gather her journals there, working on the manuscripts, adding or removing anything of significance or the lack thereof, and reading through her personal journals for any crossovers, missteps, or anything like. Her works were important—they were knowledge of a brisk, informative nature—she couldn’t afford a single phrase of ‘inappropriate’ weight.

Naera. She was reading an entry in her journal, months and years old, from her days in Asshai. Melisandre had taken her to stare into flames for hours at a time, but she hadn’t seen anything, at least, not at first. She had heard. A chill ran down her spine at the memory, the image of the encircling flames in the darkness, the sting of sweat running down her skin, down her neck, and her chest, and her forehead, and her eyes burning from the light. The smell of soot and coal and the dusty ash of the fires were up in the air, but it didn’t matter. She had heard. She had heard a woman’s voice, confident and loud, speaking in Valyrian. She referred to the entry she had scribbled in haste immediately afterwards—

It was distorted at first, as though heard through a wall of water, or the border of a realm. It was low and slow, but then I heard, clear as I heard Melisandre’s chants—

Eli Astaprot istan. dohaertrossa sir yno inkot iorzi, daeri. First, I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor, now stand behind me, free. And then, I saw. I saw, within the flames and the flicker, saw a woman with hair as white as mine, and I heard, Hembar Yunkaihot istan. Yunkaihi dohaertrossa sir yno inkot iorzi, daeri. Next, I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai now stand behind me, free.

Sesir Mirinot mastan. Now, I have come to Mereen.

Naera?

But there had been more—there had been another vision, another image in the flames, of leather collars and chains, of people with sunburnt skins and overworked stamina. There were slaves. There was a woman, in blue. A woman with the blood of the Dragon. A liberator. The Breaker of Chains.

“Jevy qrinuntys ikson daor,” I am not your enemy, Naera spoke, Naera remembered. “Jevy qrinuntys jemo paktot issa,” Your enemy is beside you.

“Jevy qrinuntys jevor riñar laodissis ossenis. Jevy qrinuntys jemo syt meri belma se boteri se udrazmi ezi.” Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains, and suffering, and commands…

 Naera froze. The manuscripts ended there. But…she remembered. She remembered more, she remembered seeing, and hearing more. Had Melisandre dragged her away before she could write it all down?

Naera?

She gathered her quill and ink on the grassy floor, and spoke, and wrote, “Udrazmi jemot maghon daor.” I bring you no commands. “Iderennon maghan.” I bring you a choice, “Se jevo qrinuntoti pojor gurotriri maghan,”

“And I bring your enemies what they deserve,” her quill snapped against the parchment. What?

Naera glanced up, frantic, confused, and afraid.

“Didn’t know that my intended wrote stories,” Naera cringed at the word when she finally turned to face her ‘intended’. The Rogue Prince stared down from the high fence hedges, a smirk settled at his lips. It made her feel as though something tugged a thread down the inside of her throat. Intended. It made her skin crawl.

She stood hastily with her books, her journals, her truths. “I don’t know much about her at all, really,” he went on, as Naera crossed the hedges through a winding pathway, well within his line of sight. When she finally reached the winding road, by his side, she quickened her steps. She didn’t need this today. Or ever, really.

Daemon didn’t let her leave, however, apparently making no note of her downset eyes, furrowed eyebrows and frowning lips, and grasped her elbow before she could slip away. “She’s been refusing to see me.” He yanked her elbow gently, forcing her to face him. She tightened her jaw, eyes set on the books in her arms.

“She’s been disappearing for hours all day,” he continued, “even her maids don’t know where she saunters off.” Daemon raised her chin with her thumb, forcing her to meet his lilac eyes and what she saw was strange. His long silver-white hair was untidy and unkept, unusually so. He wasn’t angry, for all he’s worth, and he certainly wasn’t not confused, but he was sad, almost. Her frown deepened.

“I did not see it of any consequence,” she spoke curtly and shook his hands off. “Nothing you say, or do, can change anything. You are of no consequence.”

He laughed, hoarse, empty, mocking, angry, “I am of no consequence? Udra sylvie, ābrazyrys,” Naera’s face contorted at his words. He was doing it to hurt her, to make her hate him, to make her say anything at all, and she knew. ‘Wise words, wife.’ She took a step back, and another, and another, teeming disgust and boiling hatred brewing a difficult amalgamation within her. The lengths she went to for her sister, but she had to. For Rhaenyra.

“And are you of greater consequence, then? Skoros emagon ao gaomagon? What have you done, other than running circles around the Dothraki and drawing plants in Naath?” Civility. Civility. Civility. He caught her wrist, pulling her close, threatening.

Did it really matter? It wasn’t just Alicent Hightower, was it? Everyone knew that they would be at each other’s throats, and she knew it better than anyone else. She needed to be calm. She needed to be temperate. For Rhaenyra.

“Udligon issa, timpa azantys. Skoros emagon ao gaomagon naejot gūrogon bona?” Ha. What was this, now? Answer me, Silver Knight. What have you done to earn that?

Ha.

Naera laughed, dry and loud, and hoarse.

Oh.

“You know nothing of me, or mine.” She spoke, as loud as she could—damn the worlds that hear it. He knew nothing. None of them did. None of them could ever understand, and she saw no point in trying. There was no consequence in trying, other than her failure and disappointment.

Daemon was taken aback, at least, and didn’t question her, or stop her, when she walked away, arms heavy with journals and ink staining her skin. He saw her silver-white locks disappear in the bushes of the Godswood, her heavy breathing resonating.

A question loomed his mind, certainly.

Had he fucked up?

At the very least, he knew the answer.

It is said that the Princess had refused to meet with Prince Daemon after her father had suggested their marriage, wanting to make it a blind union for both of them. Prince Daemon did not take her terms well and was seen at the doors to her chambers multiple times, asking her maids about her whereabouts.

The Princess would take to the Godswood after breakfast, allegedly hiding between some lone high bushes, and working on the scrapping and rewritings of her manuscripts of Times in Essos. She wrote once, in near dismay, that “He has found my safety—well, fuck,” probably referring to Prince Daemon discovering her hiding place in the Godswood.

The Princess consulted her sister, who had known Prince Daemon for much longer, who suggested that she treat the prince with the civility she would appreciate he treated her with if her journals are to be taken for truth. Princess Naera then tried her best and beyond to appreciate her uncle’s attempts at courting.

- An excerpt from ‘The Silver Knight: Warrior, Princess, Wife’

by Maester Creyolin of the Citadel

MASTERLIST

[gaiusgoose]

I really like the Bifrost Incident.

So let’s take a look at a few of my favorite details

- Lífþrasir is one of the two humans to survive ragnarok, Edda is of course a reference to the Eddas

- Odin cannot kill Loki in Norse myth (blood brothers) so he chains up Loki in a punishment worse then death —> Odin does not kill Loki, instead mutating her brain

- “All I can recall is sunshine, and it’s merry song” while perhaps just referencing being imprisoned, it also could reference Baldur and a remorse for killing him

- MISSILE TWO JESUS CHRIST JONNY (Loki killed Baldur with mistletoe”

- Garm is referenced as a hound that guards hel’s gate, with associations with the twilight of the gods

- Hati and Skoll are the wolves that chase the Sun and moon, and when they catch the bodies that signals the end times— they’ve finally caught up

Kinda cool that the gang that Sigyn brings are all wolves

- Kvarsir was the god of poetry, turned to a wine (kinda?) through trickery by Odin, which he drunk, giving him even more knowledge

- Heimdall is the first to die- he is the one who signals the end times with his horn “he’s skinned alive by his own cry the end is neigh”, he’s also a far-seer so only his eyes remain

- Frey is killed by Surt, the king of the fire giants, represented by a giant sun. For his wife he lost his sword and it was prophesied that without his sword he’d die to surt => “no weapon, no defense, as his void burnt flesh is flayed”

- Odr is obscure, but he is Freya’s husband, who leaves for some reason, causing Freya to cry red-gold. I could not find anything on Freya’s death

- Tyr lost his hand to Fenris’s mouth when they bound him (implication is Tyr could’ve been a spy involved in Fenrir’s capture), he regrows it only to die in battle with Garm, as is prophesied

- Odin becomes Jormungandur, the one prophesied to kill Thor. The emphasis on the one eye is interesting because the lost eye was a sacrifice for knowledge.

- Interestingly Odin might be one of the few who escaped her fate, (aside from Loki, perhaps the only one?) she’s supposed to die to Fenrir. I take this as an indication of how much she’s warped the plot by calling outer gods

- For his transgressions, Loki was locked under the world, tied to a table with a snake dripping poison into his eyes above him. Sigyn joined him, holding a bowl to keep the poison at bay. —> How they delay the train :(

[mndvx]

You were Odin’s spoils of war... TWILIGHT OF THE GODS — You Will Gladden His Ravens (Episode 3) written by Peter Aperlo | directed by Tim Divar & Andrew Tamandl ››› Paterson Joseph as Loki ››› Tracy Ifeachor as Freya

[slayersindie]

hi! i'm buffy, a brand new indie roleplayer that focuses on writing as canon characters from my favourite fandoms! while my blog is no where near finished yet, i thought i would make a starter/plot call for when i'm ready! while i only write as canon characters, i will happily write against ocs and i'm crossover friendly (within reason). i've never done indie before and so please bare with me as i get to grips with it and learn the ropes.

i'm still setting up my muse directory, but i thought i would compile a list of the muses i write as under the read more.

if you're interested, please like this post and i'll come say hi in your dms!

addams family

gomez addams

morticia addams

buffy the vampire slayer

anya jenkins

buffy summers

cordelia chase

faith lehane

spike

tara maclay

willow rosenberg

charmed

chris halliwell

cole turner

daryl morris

leo wyatt

paige matthews

phoebe halliwell

piper halliwell

prue halliwell

wyatt halliwell

gen v

andre anderson

cate dunlap

emma meyer

jordan li

marie moreau

god of war (2018/ragnarok)

freya

kratos

grey’s anatomy (only up to season 11)

addison montgomery

alex karev

amelia shepherd

april kepner

arizona robbins

callie torres

cristina yang

derek shepherd

izzie stevens

jackson avery

jo wilson

lexie grey

maggie pierce

mark sloan

meredith grey

miranda bailey

owen hunt

stephanie edwards

teddy altman

marvel (mcu)

bruce banner

bucky barnes

carol denvers

clint barton

eddie brock

gamora

jane foster

kate bishop

loki

may parker

natasha romanoff

pepper potts

peter quill

sam wilson

steve rogers

thor

tony stark

valkyrie

wanda maximoff

yelena belova

pirates of the caribbean

elizabeth swann

jack sparrow

will turner

snowpiercer (netflix)

andre layton

melanie cavill

stranger things

jim hopper

joyce byers

twilight

edward cullen

emmett cullen

jacob black

rosalie hale

van helsing (netflix)

axel miller

dracula

ivory

jack van helsing

vanessa helsing

violet van helsing

the boys

annie january

billy butcher

frenchie

hughie campbell

kevin moskowitz

kimiko miyashiro

margaret shaw

mother's milk

the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro

alejandro de la vega

elena de la vega

the mummy

ardeth bay

evelyn o'connell

rick o'connell

the witcher (netflix)

geralt of rivera

jaskier

triss merigold

yennefer of vengerberg

underworld

david

lucian

michael corvin

selene

sonja

[emilystheories]

In light of Bloomsbury announcing 4 more SJM books, let's not forget about SJM's other planned series...

Twilight of the Gods.

[SJM universe spoilers!]

Back in 2015, SJM started a Pinterest board for 2 new book series that were connected in some way; one was Crescent City, and the other was called Twilight of the Gods. On her Twitter, SJM mentioned that she had been working on both for quite a while, and that it was soon time to release them into the world.

Around the same time, a series called 'Twilight of the Gods' was mysteriously added to SJM's official Goodreads catalogue.

'Twilight of the Gods' is another word for Ragnarok; a famed tale of Norse mythology where the Gods and giants/demons across all worlds came together to fight a giant battle that signified the end of the world.

Thus, I believe that 'Twilight of the Gods' is SJM's next series; it will be a Ragnarok retelling, and all of the characters from TOG, ACOTAR and CC will join together for a cataclysmic battle against the Asteri and the Valg (because lets not forget that Orcus and Mantyx are still unaccounted for...).

'Twilight' is also another word for Dusk; considering the lost Dusk Court, and 'Dusk's Truth' - it matches up perfectly.

With this in mind, consider the numerous references to Norse mythology that SJM has already scattered throughout her books:

Feyre as Freya: Freya was perhaps one of the most renowned Norse goddesses, and was Queen.

Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn as the Valkyries: An obvious one, but the Valkyries originated from, and had a huge part to play in Norse Mythology (Ragnarok especially).

Lucien as Loki: According to Norse mythology, Loki is often depicted with long, red hair. He is also seen as a God of fire, and is commonly associated with foxes.

Danika (Fendyr) and Fenrys as Fenrir: Fenrir was a renowned monstrous wolf of Norse mythology. Fenrir being 'unleashed' is one of the key events of Ragnarok.

Hunt as Thor ('Thurr'): During Ragnarok, Thor has a famous battle against the 'Midgard Serpent.' Consider the snake that Hunt is holding on the cover of HOSAB. 

Midgard: is the 'Earth' world in Norse mythology.

Hel (spelt the same way): Is the 'underworld' of Norse mythology.

SJM also used to have a Pinterest dedicated to Twilight of the Gods, and although it is deleted now, @oohthefeels on tumblr made a post back in 2016, explaining what was on there:

The cool ass armour in question:

Ultimately, I personally believe that SJM has been planning everything for a long time - and that her plans for the multiverse are so much greater than she's telling us.

And a full crossover multiverse series? I for one, think that would be epic.

[ninsletamain]

Ten Characters. Ten Fandoms. Ten Tags.

Thanks for the tag @sigelfire!!!

Cassian Andor (Rogue One / Andor)

Freya (God of War 4 / Ragnarök) Trico (The Last Guardian) Pure Vessel (Hollow Knight)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) Midna (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) Shiranui (Okami)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) Lilith (Borderlands) Lady Maria (Bloodborne)

~

Tagging: @staticwaffles @frostbitepandaaaaa @quarantineddreamer @agentjackdaniels @astromechs @andorerso @gaygingersnaps and anyone else who wants to do this (: