#unleashes fenrir

[transingthoseformers]

Oh honey you might have just revived a three year old short fic i made that was essentially a colony of neutral Cybertronians.

While the fic was short, only had small mention of most of these ocs... I can do so so much more with the ideas i had for it. Now, instead of a colony I can make it an original faction upon Earth that truly defines the term robots in disguise

[dollcieee]

Beside you

Advent Children Cloud Strife x fem! reader

<3 Just another normal day in Midgar

Cloud has been delivering packages all day outside of Midgar, the sunlight burning through his skin. The motorcycle roared to life as Cloud straddled the smooth machine, his gloved hands gripping the handlebars with a firm yet phlegmatic grasp.

He just really wants to go home, back to you. All this work has drained the energy out of him and he needs to recharge. He already thought of what he's going to do first once he gets back. Take a shower, talk to you, eat lunch with you, watch some news with you, take a nap with you, cuddle with you, or perhaps...

Lost in thought, Cloud sees ahead of him the sight of the domineering power-base that is Midgar. With a twist of the throttle, Cloud unleashed the motorcycle's potential, propelling forward with an exhilarating burst of speed. The wind whipped through his blonde spiky hair, his mako colored eyes focused on the road, as he leaned into his ride home.

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After parking Fenrir to the side of the small cottage house, he walks back to the front door to be greeted by a small cute sign that reads 'Cloud &Y/n's house', going inside, he's greeted by the smell of sweet pastries, the smell overwhelms his nose in a good way.

'Y/n must've made those blueberry muffins again..'

Walking over to the kitchen, he meets the perpetrator of the creations of blueberry muffins, his sweet and amazing girlfriend, Y/n.

"Welcome back! You're just in time, the muffins are all good to eat" y/n places the tray of muffins to the table, walking back to the near kitchen counter to take off her frilly apron, folding it neatly and putting it inside the drawer.

"So..how was your day?" They both sat down at the table facing each other, Cloud took a muffin and looked at it. The muffin boasted a golden-brown crust with tantalizing cracks, revealing pockets of juicy blueberries nestled within., "it was okay..nothing much going on" he takes a bite of the muffin as he chewed, Cloud savored the harmonious blend of moistness and density, relishing the interplay between the muffin's rich buttery notes and the bursts of tangy sweetness from the plump blueberries.

"You?" Cloud asked, "Oh me? Just selling some bread and helping Tifa out at the bar" she replied, taking a bite out of her muffin.

They quietly eat their muffin. By the time they're finished, Cloud washes the dishes while Y/n dries them, leaving the two in a comfortable silence.

It would always be like this, moments of complete silence but it never bothered the two. To them each other's presence was enough, Cloud wasn't really the type to express his feelings much, but Y/n understands and knows Cloud loves her very much just like how she loves him as well.

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"I'm gonna take a shower, wanna join me?" Cloud grabs his towel in a rack and gazes upon his girlfriend scrolling through her phone, "I'm good, just showered earlier" she quickly smiles at him and back at her phone.

"Okay, I'll be quick.." he walks upstairs, leaving Y/n downstairs. Cloud walked into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned on the shower, feeling the water gradually warm up as it slides down from his hair to his back and down to his feet. He lets the soothing stream cascade over their body, washing away the day's stress. The steam filled the room, creating a tranquil and comforting atmosphere, enveloping Cloud in a peaceful embrace.

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"So many brownie recipes.." She kept scrolling up on her phone. She's been planning on making brownies and giving them to Marlene as a thank you for helping her clean the bar.

Y/n adores Marlene. Whenever she sees Marlene doing something like reading a book or playing outside of Seventh Heaven with her friends, she imagines herself taking care of her own child. The thought of being a mother warms Y/n's heart.

She wonders if Cloud liked the idea of creating a family of their own someday.

"A family with Cloud.." she whispers, looking at the window in front of her blankly.

"What's that?"

"OH- Cloud you scared me" Y/n places a hand to her chest, shocked by the presence of her boyfriend behind her "Well that was quick" she laughed, checking Cloud out, he went from his everyday clothes to a black t-shirt and some gray sweatpants to go along with it.

"I told you I'd be quick" he grabs a chair and sits down beside Y/n, his head resting on her left shoulder. Y/n tries to act cool as possible, she continues to scroll through her phone searching for a good brownie recipe. Hoping Cloud didn't hear what she said just now.

Cloud looks at Y/n her eyes focused on her phone. He wanted her to talk about their day again. He felt that the conversation they had earlier was too short. But it seems like Y/n has other things to do, he could start the conversation but..

'Y/n might think I'm clingy.. I'm not clingy!'

'But Y/n might think I don't want to talk to her..'

'...'

'I'll just look at what she's doing' Cloud sighs softly. Looking down at her phone, he sees numerous links to brownie recipes.

"What's that?" Cloud asked, Y/n has the tendency to talk a lot when it comes to baking. He doesn't understand most of it, but it got his girl all happy and talking, so he just nods along, happy that Y/n can share the things she likes with him.

"Oh, it's just these past few weeks Marlene has been helping me with cleaning the bar at night. I just wanna make her some brownies as a 'thank you', and also if she wants, she could share some with her friends if she wants to" Y/n clicks a link, reading its contents while still talking to Cloud, "I've also been wanting to learn how to make brownies, they don't really sell brownies down here so it's hard to find such sweet delicacy." Cloud hums in agreement, reading through her phone as well, "And when I make Brownies, I wanna put small cute toppings like marshmallows...or peanuts!" she smiled at the thought of sweet tasty brownies, "Hey, when you go outside tomorrow can I join you? I'll buy some ingredients for the brownies and also stock up our fridge. It's kinda getting empty now hehe.." she giggled wholeheartedly.

Cloud wraps his arms around her waist, pulling Y/n closer to him. He raises his head up and kisses her on the temple, then snuggles his face into the side of her neck.

"Of course...I'll go with you, because.." Cloud pauses for a moment "because I wanna spend some time with you..."

"We're gonna have a long date at the supermarket then" she laughs, and he just smiles, hugging her close to him.

[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).

[xxsycamore]

🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️

—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

REQUESTS: CLOSED

Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡

↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.

For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!

💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥

↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm

🥺 - Tease by calling them cute

🤲 - Play with their hair

🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent

��� - Leave a love note in their pocket

🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear

💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"

😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them

💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine

🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together

🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh

🙏 - Warm their hands between yours

🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them

👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

🍰 - Share your sweets with them

💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

💘 - "Be my Valentine?"

😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest

🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon

😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss

↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):

Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor

Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo

NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:

Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut

Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan

Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter

Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga

🎀 Have fun requesting!! I can't wait to see what you put in my askbox!! 🎀

[dufferpuffer]

~~ Looking at Lycanthropy ~~

Part 4: Long-Term Lycanthropy - The Case of Fenrir Greyback

Fenrir Greyback is an interesting figure. He is the only other named werewolf character, is wildly different from Remus... and gives us a broader view on what it is like to have Lycanthropy long-term.

Looking at Lycanthropy (all parts)

Words: Approx. 6000

Physical Symptoms (What he feels; what he does; what happens – factual.) Perceived Symptoms (How he seems to others, health focused) Social Perception (What people think of him; His social situation) Self Perception (What he thinks about himself)

HALF BLOOD PRINCE

First I'll go through what Remus has to say about him:

Chapter 16

Pg 284/285/286 “Oh, I’ve been underground,” said Lupin. “Almost literally. That’s why I haven’t been able to write, Harry; sending letters to you would have been something of a giveaway.” “What do you mean?” “I’ve been living among my fellows, my equals,” said Lupin. “Werewolves,” he added, at Harry’s look of incomprehension. “Nearly all of them are on Voldemort’s side. Dumbledore wanted a spy and here I was... ready-made.” He sounded a little bitter, and perhaps realized it, for he smiled more warmly as he went on, “I am not complaining; it is necessary work and who can do it better than I? However, it has been difficult gaining their trust. I bear the unmistakable signs of having tried to live among wizards, you see, whereas they have shunned normal society and live on the margins, stealing — and sometimes killing — to eat.” “How come they like Voldemort?” “They think that, under his rule, they will have a better life,” said Lupin. “And it is hard to argue with Greyback out there “ “Who’s Greyback?” “You haven’t heard of him?” Lupin’s hands closed convulsively in his lap. “Fenrir Greyback is, perhaps, the most savage werewolf alive today. He regards it as his mission in life to bite and to contaminate as many people as possible; he wants to create enough werewolves to overcome the wizards. Voldemort has promised him prey in return for his services. Greyback specializes in children... Bite them young, he says, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards. Voldemort has threatened to unleash him upon people’s sons and daughters; it is a threat that usually produces good results.” Lupin paused and then said, “It was Greyback who bit me.” “What?” said Harry, astonished. “When — when you were a kid, you mean?” “Yes. My father had offended him. I did not know, for a very long time, the identity of the werewolf who had attacked me; I even felt pity for him, thinking that he had had no control, knowing by then how it felt to transform. But Greyback is not like that. At the full moon, he positions himself close to victims, ensuring that he is near enough to strike. He plans it all. And this is the man Voldemort is using to marshal the werewolves. I cannot pretend that my particular brand of reasoned argument is making much headway against Greyback’s insistence that we werewolves deserve blood, that we ought to revenge ourselves on normal people.”

Werewolf recap: Werewolves live 'almost literally underground' – separated, shunning society. They struggle to survive, even stealing and killing to eat. Sending letters isn't done – probably both due to lack of basic education and outside contact. Everyone knows Fenrir Greyback. His word amongst werewolves is golden. Nearly all werewolves are on Voldemort's side, thinking he can give them a better life. - Voldemort supplies Fenrir with prime prey in return for his savagery. (Is that all he plans werewolves to be in society...? A punishment force? That's more than they have now, I suppose...) - Fenrir is 'the most savage werewolf alive today' - Fenrir wants to overtake wizarding society by creating more werewolves. He bites children and takes them from their parents to raise away from society thus likely low education in werewolves. - Fenrir bit Remus as a punishment for his fathers prejudice. - Fenrir 'positions himself close to victims' at the full moon. So even he doesn't have full control, but plans accordingly to ensure results. - Fenrir believes werewolves deserve blood for the treatment they have faced. (after seeing what Remus goes through - honestly, yeah.) These werewolf 'enclaves' seem cult-like: Fenrir's opinion is king. You aren't allowed to have contact with other people else you are shunned – and people are brought in young, raised with these beliefs. From this text we can also gather some personal facts about Fenrir: - He was likely an adult before he bit Remus – so he would be... 50, at the absolute youngest now. Probably more like 60, even 70. - He was a proud werewolf back then too – unless he was simply sick of the prejudice to the point of wanting others to suffer it. - He was not child-stealing yet. He left Remus with his parents. That is a more recent development. - No mention of others also positioning themselves to bite children, even on Fenrir's behalf - does he alone do it...? Fenrir Greyback, so far, seems like a driven and influential figure. A household name famed for his savagery and shocking ideals: A werewolf that takes pride in his Lycanthropy and will punish society for being so bigoted. 'If they think of us as monsters – then I'll be the monster they fear.'

Honestly? Punk as fuck. Grandpa's an icon.

Chapter 27

pg 500/501 “Jokes? No, no, these are manners,” replied Dumbledore. “Do it,” said the stranger standing nearest to Harry, a big, rangy man with matted gray hair and whiskers, whose black Death Eater’s robes looked uncomfortably tight. He had a voice like none that Harry had ever heard: a rasping bark of a voice. Harry could smell a powerful mixture of dirt, sweat, and, unmistakably, blood coming from him. His filthy hands had long yellowish nails. “Is that you, Fenrir?” asked Dumbledore. “That’s right,” rasped the other. “Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?” “No, I cannot say that I am.”Greyback grinned, showing pointed teeth. Blood trickled down his chin and he licked his lips slowly, obscenely. “But you know how much I like kids, Dumbledore.” “Am I to take it that you are attacking even without the full moon now? This is most unusual... You have developed a taste for human flesh that cannot be satisfied once a month?”“That’s right,” said Fenrir Greyback. “Shocks you that, does it, Dumbledore? Frightens you?”“Well, I cannot pretend it does not disgust me a little,” said Dumbledore. “And, yes, I am a little shocked that Draco here invited you, of all people, into the school where his friends live…”“I didn’t,” breathed Malfoy. He was not looking at Fenrir; he did not seem to want to even glance at him. “I didn’t know he was going to come —” “I wouldn’t want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore,” rasped Greyback. “Not when there are throats to be ripped out Delicious, delicious…”And he raised a yellow fingernail and picked at his front teeth, leering at Dumbledore. “I could do you for afters, Dumbledore.”

- Big, Rangy, Tight clothes (muscles?) - Matted grey hair and whiskers - Rasping voice; Unique and barking rasp - Smells of Dirt, Sweat and Blood - Pointed teeth; Yellow fingernails - Eats and enjoys blood. Obscenely – at least while being watched. - Wants to shock. - Enjoys human flesh, even outside the Full Moon. - Ripping out throats is 'delicious', young or old (young better) – could be playing it up to shock, but I think he's being honest. - Dumbledore regards him as disgusting – an 'obvious' danger to kids in a school. (he is right) - Draco, a pureblood, is ashamed of him. Disgusted. (he is right)- Draco was told Death Eaters would come, supposedly – so he didn't expect Fenrir to be included. In Draco's mind at the very least, Frenrir is a different classification despite being so closely involved. - Albus called pretty much everyone by their First Name - but there is a level of familiarity between them. I wonder if Albus taught him at Hogwarts before he was bitten? Or if have they just clashed before?

pg 502 “I’ll do it,” snarled Fenrir, moving toward Dumbledore with his hands outstretched, his teeth bared. “I said no!” shouted the brutal-faced man; there was a flash of light and the werewolf was blasted out of the way; he hit the ramparts and staggered, looking furious.

- Eager to kill, with his hands and teeth rather than a wand. - Warded off with a spell unharmed – just staggered and angered. - Non-werewolf Death Eater is someone he had to listen to.... but was allowed to feel angry with.

pg 505 As Harry plunged after them, one of the fighters detached themselves from the fray and flew at him: It was the werewolf, Fenrir. He was on top of Harry before Harry could raise his wand: Harry fell backward, with filthy matted hair in his face, the stench of sweat and blood filling his nose and mouth, hot greedy breath at his throat—“Petrificus Totalus!”Harry felt Fenrir collapse against him; with a stupendous effort he pushed the werewolf off and onto the floor as a jet of green light came flying toward him; he ducked and ran, headfirst, into the fight.

- Fast. Strong. Could knock Harry down. - Filthy matted hair; Stinky with blood but also sweat – he hasn't just had a long hard day of work, he doesn't bathe enough. - Greedy for Harry's throat. Yummy yummy. - Affected by Petrificus Totalus - Heavy. Probably because all of his muscles and massive balls.

~~~ DEATHLY HALLOWS

Chapter 23

pg 388/389 “Your boyfriend’s going to have worse than that done to him if he’s on my list,” said the horribly familiar, rasping voice. “Delicious girl... What a treat... I do enjoy the softness of the skin…” Harry’s stomach turned over. He knew who this was: Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who was permitted to wear Death Eater robes in return for his hired savagery.

- Soft skin is preferred for throat ripping. Probably young female skin – so its an mental thing rather than a physical, unless he also likes young male skin. Either way a fetish. - 'permitted to wear Death Eater robes' – he isn't a Death Eater. - The ability to 'wear Death Eater robes' is a transactional thing.

pg 389 “Now, let’s see who we’ve got,” said Greyback’s gloating voice from overhead, and Harry was rolled over onto his back. A beam of wandlight fell into his face and Greyback laughed. “I’ll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly?” Harry did not answer immediately. “I said,” repeated Greyback, and Harry received a blow to the diaphragm that made him double over in pain, “what happened to you?” pg 391 “It is you! If they find out who they’ve got –! They’re Snatchers, they’re only looking for truants to sell for gold –” “Not a bad little haul for one night,” Greyback was saying, as a pair of hobnailed boots marched close by Harry and they heard more crashes from inside the tent. “A Mudblood, a runaway goblin, and three truants. You checked their names on the list yet, Scabior?” he roared. “Yeah. There’s no Vernon Dudley on ‘ere, Greyback.” “Interesting,” said Greyback. “That’s interesting.”

He makes jokes about eating (or at least savaging) people. Ripping their throats. It's casual. He really likes what he does. But while Voldemort is offering a better life for werewolves (not hard), and Greyback himself is allowed to 'wear Death Eater robes' for his influence and services, invited to events like the murder of Dumbledore... he is still just a snatcher, scraping vagrants for cash.

He crouched down beside Harry, who saw, through the infinitesimal gap left between his swollen eyelids, a face covered in matted gray hair and whiskers, with pointed brown teeth and sores at the corners of his mouth. Greyback smelled as he had done at the top of the tower where Dumbledore had died: of dirt, sweat, and blood.

His face has matted grey hair; Whiskers; Pointed teeth are brown; sores at the corners of his mouth (probably from opening wide to rip throats – maybe also some poor mouth hygiene). Dirt added to his smell along with sweat and blood.

pg 392 “Well, well,” said Greyback, and Harry could hear the tiniest note of trepidation in that callous voice, and knew that Greyback was wondering whether he had indeed just attacked and bound the son of a Ministry official. Harry’s heart was pounding against the ropes around his ribs; he would not have been surprised to know that Greyback could see it.

Huh...? See his heart pounding? Is this 'see his fear' – or literally see his heart...? I don't wanna sound dumb, taking something too seriously – but with all the blood-love and the animal themes and magical curse stuff I don't wanna ignore the possibility completely. I'll just mostly ignore it.

More importantly: Despite 'wearing Death Eater robes' and all that – he is worried he may have attacked a Ministry official's son. Would the other Death Eaters present at Dumbledores murder give a shit about that, while trying to do their job...? I doubt it. Fenrir is a strong, proud man with some higher level of permissions and respect: and yet he has reason to fear small mistakes like 'Snatching a Ministry officials' wayward, rulebreaking son'.

pg 393 “What’s that on your forehead, Vernon?” he asked softly, his breath foul in Harry’s nostrils as he pressed a filthy finger to the taut scar. pg 394 “To hell with the Ministry,” growled Greyback. “They’ll take the credit, and we won’t get a look in. I say we take him straight to You-Know-Who.”“Will you summon ‘im? ‘ere?” said Scabior, sounding awed, terrified.“No,” snarled Greyback, “I haven’t got – they say he’s using the Malfoys’ place as a base. We’ll take the boy there.” Harry thought he knew why Greyback was not calling Voldemort. The werewolf might be allowed to wear Death Eater robes when they wanted to use him, but only Voldemort’s inner circle were branded with the Dark Mark: Greyback had not been granted this highest honor.

...He hasn't told his Snatcher crew he isn't a Death Eater proper. That he doesn't have the mark. He hasn't told them. Scabior is awed that Voldemort might be called there, right then, by Fenrir Greyback the Werewolf... but he can't do it, and he doesn't wanna say he can't. Bless.

Note that the Ministry, full of Voldemort's people, will not respect Fenrir Greyback. The fact he is worried about their credit being successfully taken means Voldemort won't respect his word either. Rewarding Fenrir appropriately for his high service is unimportant.

“... completely sure it’s him? ‘Cause if it ain’t, Greyback, we’re dead.”“Who’s in charge here?” roared Greyback, covering his moment of inadequacy. “I say that’s Potter, and him plus his wand, that’s two hundred thousand Galleons right there! But if you’re too gutless to come along, any of you, it’s all for me, and with any luck, I’ll get the girl thrown in!”

Fenrir values his authority and power. He won't accept anyone underneath him questioning him, and he will claw at any foothold he has to gain more respect... even if it means hiding the truth. But I want to point out his language to his underlings: He is inclusive. 'They'll take the credit, and WE don't get a look in.''WE'LL take the boy there.''If YOU'RE too gutless to come along, ANY of you, it's all for me'He might be the one in charge – but they will ALL benefit. He is jeering about taking the spoils for himself as a rallying cry, encouraging others to come with him rather than let him have it all.

They are scared of being punished for failure, but even though he would also be punished if they are wrong: he wants everyone he works with to benefit and he is willing to take that risk. No wonder people follow him as a leader.

pg 395 “Grab hold and make it tight. I’ll do Potter!” said Greyback, seizing a fistful of Harry’s hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp. “On three! One – two – three –” They Disapparated, pulling the prisoners with them.

His yellow nails are also long. Nice.

pg 396 “What is this?” said a woman’s cold voice. “We’re here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” rasped Greyback.“Who are you?”“You know me!” There was resentment in the werewolf’s voice. “Fenrir Greyback! We’ve caught Harry Potter!”

These little shits. 'Who are you' fuck off, as if you could mistake Fenrir's rasping. The sheer lack of respect, for someone so loyal and hardworking... because he is a werewolf.

pg 398 “But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!” Harry had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited. “Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv –” “Now, we won’t be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?” said Greyback menacingly.“Of course not, of course not!” said Lucius impatiently.

Growling over his hunt... I don't blame him, he has a lot to lose and, in his mind at least - a lot to gain. Not that Voldemort or the Death Eaters will ever give him any respect, even for catching Harry. He speaks extremely politely to Lucius – and Lucius is... polite enough back. Even if he isn't respected and they crack jokes at his expense... it seems they don't regard him like utter shit. He will get his name on this job... probably.

pg 400 “You lost your authority when you lost your wand, Lucius! How dare you! Take your hands off me!” “This is nothing to do with you, you did not capture the boy –” “Begging your pardon, Mr. Malfoy,” interjected Greyback, “but it’s us that caught Potter, and it’s us that’ll be claiming the gold –” “Gold!” laughed Bellatrix, still attempting to throw off her brother-in-law, her free hand groping in her pocket for her wand. “Take your gold, filthy scavenger, what do I want with gold? I seek only the honor of his – of –”

Fenrir is so damn polite to the Death Eaters, even to Lucius – who doesn't have a wand. He ranks under them all. He is also still referring to himself as 'us'. Even now his group of Snatchers will share the rewards, though he could pull rank and take everything himself. Potter is a damn good prize but he truly wants to benefit everyone – even though they don't seem to be werewolves. He isn't so much anti-wizard as he is anti-ruling-class. The downtrodden are his people.

pg 400/401 “Sword,” grunted an out-of-sight Snatcher. “Give it to me.” “It’s not yorn, missus, it’s mine, I reckon I found it.” There was a bang and a flash of red light: Harry knew that the Snatcher had been Stunned. There was a roar of anger from his fellows: Scabior drew his wand. “What d’you think you’re playing at, woman?” “Stupefy!” she screamed. “Stupefy!” They were no match for her, even though there were four of them against one of her: She was a witch, as Harry knew, with prodigious skill and no conscience. They fell where they stood, all except Greyback, who had been forced into a kneeling position, his arms outstretched. Out of the corners of his eyes Harry saw Bellatrix bearing down upon the werewolf, the sword of Gryffindor gripped tightly in her hand, her face waxen. “Where did you get this sword?” she whispered to Greyback as she pulled his wand out of his unresisting grip.“How dare you?” he snarled, his mouth the only thing that could move as he was forced to gaze up at her. He bared his pointed teeth. “Release me, woman!” “Where did you find this sword?” she repeated, brandishing it in his face. “Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!” “It was in their tent,” rasped Greyback. “Release me, I say!” She waved her wand, and the werewolf sprang to his feet, but appeared too wary to approach her. He prowled behind an armchair, his filthy curved nails clutching its back.

His long, yellow nails are also filthy and curved. He prowls when wary and defeated. He snarls and bares his teeth. Bellatrix' Stupefy's were enough to knock down the other Snatchers completely – but reduce Greyback to his knees. It is possible she was going easy on him so he could talk. Greyback has enough standing with the Death Eaters to talk back to a high-ranking member when he feels slighted. He isn't forced to be entirely passive: allowed to bark and snap.

pg 402 “If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said. “Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them – yet.” She threw Greyback’s wand back to him, then took a short silver knife from under her robes. She cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room, while Greyback forced the rest of them to shuffle across to another door, into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?” Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, ginger?” Harry could feel Ron shaking. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom was a heavy door. Greyback unlocked it with a tap of his wand, then forced them into a dank and musty room and left them in total darkness.

Bellatrix definitely outranks him, no big surprise there – and despite his recent tone trusts him with his wand, which he is skilled enough with to cast multiple wordless, even movement-less spells. Fenrir once again living his best life: enjoying shocking people with his savagery and enjoying the idea of soft young girly skin. Lovely.

He mentions getting a bite or two – I find it interesting that he doesn't seem to want to 'eat' people or tear them to pieces. He wants to take bites. This lines up with what we know about werewolves rarely killing people, instead trying to infect them and have them survive. Now – I don't doubt he mainly kills people in his human form: He likes to rip throats. But I wonder if the 'bite or two' comment is literal, rather than being funny: He enjoys biting but leaving them whole. A werewolf instinct, that tells them to 'stop' after a little damage. We know an instinct for blood and raw flesh leaks through to the human form...

pg 410 “Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight.”

He gets treat for being such a good boy :) Yippee! Do they hold off on giving him treats...? This, and how hopeful he is, suggests they don't give him treats often. 'He won't begrudge you the girl' he caught Harry fucking Potter and all he can hope for is to bite the girl – rather than like... be accepted as a real Death Eater.

pg 411 As Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage, Harry took his chance: He leapt over an armchair and wrested the three wands from Draco’s grip, pointed all of them at Greyback, and yelled, “Stupefy!” The werewolf was lifted off his feet by the triple spell, flew up to the ceiling, and then smashed to the ground.

So he wasn't hit as hard by a single Bellatrix stupefy – but three wrong-wand Harry Stupefy's... I'm recording these to try and get a grasp on how sturdy he is, but it's unclear lol.

Chapter 32

pg 555 Two bodies fell from the balcony overhead as they reached the ground, and a gray blur that Harry took for an animal sped four-legged across the hall to sink its teeth into one of the fallen.“NO!” shrieked Hermione, and with a deafening blast from her wand, Fenrir Greyback was thrown backward from the feebly stirring body of Lavender Brown. He hit the marble banisters and struggled to return to his feet. Then, with a bright white flash and a crack, a crystal ball fell on top of his head, and he crumpled to the ground and did not move.

Moves like an animal, on all fours – despite it not being a full moon. More confirmation that he is unafraid to sink his brown pointed teeth into people non-transformed. especially a 'delicious' young girl with soft skin. Blown back by a single spell, as we have seen before, but was able to move and be angry afterwards. Crystal Ball took him out... but I feel like that'd kill most regular people? I know Wizards are hardier than Muggles but jesus christ he's hardly getting much medical attention out there

Chapter 33

pg 586 “You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation,” said Dumbledore. “I ask this one great favor of you, Severus, because death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year’s league. I confess I should prefer a quick, painless exit to the protracted and messy affair it will be if, for instance, Greyback is involved – I hear Voldemort has recruited him? Or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.”

I'm sure Dumbledore being an icon for equality and hope and compassion would make up for him not having soft young girl skin on his throat. Isn't that Ron's favourite team? Albus you're savage

Chapter 34

pg 602 Harry saw Fenrir, skulking, chewing his long nails;

He is nervous at the non-arrival of Harry. At Voldemort's potential reaction to it. Fair enough – but if he was going to lash out I'm sure Greyback would be one of the first picks.

Chapter 36

pg 630 He saw Ron and Neville bringing down Fenrir Greyback,

R.I.P. Stinky, you were iconic.

~~~ SUMMARY OF THIS PART:

Fenrir Greyback is extremely identifiable as a werewolf, even when not transformed: Filthy matted grey hair - even on his face, with whiskers. His teeth are brown and pointed, sores at the corners of his mouth - probably from ripping throats. Long, curved, yellowed fingernails that are as dirty as the rest of him. Stinking of sweat, blood and dirt. His voice is a unique rasping bark. He snarls and bares his teeth when angry, prowls when wary - skulks when afraid.

He is fast and strong, running out of the fray to knock Harry down and go for his throat. He can move like an animal on all fours, fast enough to look like a grey blur. As he was most likely an adult when he bit Remus - that puts his age at at least 50 now, probably older... yet he is agile, rangy, big, strong - and heavy. I'd say due to muscles.

Basic stunning spells stagger him but just make him angrier. Spells that had 'regular' people down-for-the-count forced him to his knees, but he kept his rage and his sobriety. Petrificus Totalus worked on him - but it's unclear for how long. Three Stupefy's from three wands Harry was holding was enough to throw him against the ceiling. A crystal ball to the head knocked him out - but didn't kill him. He was awake and well hours later.

This all suggests he could be a little hardier to magic than the average wizard, but whether its due to Lycanthropy or the fact he is a badass is unclear. He is a decent Wizard himself: skilled enough with to cast multiple wordless, even movement-less spells.

It is possible he can 'see' or 'sense' people's hearts pounding, related to his love of blood... but likely not.It's also possible that his werewolf instincts to only bite their prey to infect, leaving them alive, leaks into his non-transformed desire to rip and maul. That is also unclear.

What is clear, however, is Fenrir's pride as a werewolf.

Fenrir Greyback is a household name: 'the most savage werewolf alive.' It is obscene how much he loves blood. How much he enjoys shocking people with his brutality. He threatens and cracks jokes about ripping out throats, about his preference for biting delicious, soft, young girl skin. But he isn't too picky. He will tear out anyone's throat, with pleasure. Eager to kill with his teeth over his wand. It's not a bluff to scare: it's a promise. Albus regards him as disgusting, an obvious danger to the school.

He enjoys human flesh even outside of the Full Moon, relishing it like a fetish. Even Albus' throat, despite being the opposite of a young girl... though the fact he was an icon for equality, hope and compassion probably sweetened the deal.

Because Fenrir isn't just doing this for self gratification. His pride runs deeper than his fur.

He believes werewolves deserve blood for the treatment they have faced by Wizarding society. They are all Wizards and Witches, after all... but we know that they are hardly classified or treated as such. Segregated, called 'Half-Breeds', treated as monsters - disallowed from school or most jobs. Most werewolves live 'almost literally underground' - so far away from society that they rarely have contact. They struggle to survive, stealing and even killing just to eat. It's very likely most of them are uneducated, both due to not being able to attend Hogwarts - and perhaps Greyback's own actions, having them raised with other uneducated werewolves.

His word is law amongst Werewolves. He is highly respected and loyally followed. He is a leader. If he says Voldemort can give them a better life by restructuring Wizarding society - they believe him.

Like a cult: werewolves shun even other werewolves that have grown up amongst Wizarding society. Sending letters to family or friends is a 'giveaway' - merely having grown up outside of werewolf communes a red flag. It's likely most of them have grown up separated from Wizarding society after all, as part of Fenrir's plans:

He carefully plans and positions himself close to victims before the Full Moon - intending to bite children, even if he doesn't have full control. The child is raised away from their parents, amongst 'their own kind'... to one day have enough werewolves in the world to overtake Wizarding society. (There is no mention of other werewolves assisting in this goal - Is he highly selective? Or is nobody else as adept at being a werewolf...?)

He didn't always do it - Remus was bitten 30 or so years ago as a form of punishment for his father's bigotry to werewolves, and he was left with his family. Back then Greyback wasn't a household name. This plan to raise a cult-army of werewolves is a more recent development. But Greyback isn't doing it to be cruel, or make himself a king:

He is pack-minded.

He enjoys being top-dog and giving orders but he has the well-being of his underlings on his mind. When he has glory, riches and standing to gain - he willingly encourages those who look up to him to benefit from the boon, too. He hypes them up. He doesn't expect them to walk into any danger he himself wouldn't walk beside them for.

Even when they aren't werewolves. It seems he isn't so much anti-Wizard as he is anti-ruling-class... until the ruling class are werewolves, anyway. But for now the downtrodden are his people.

However he didn't tell the Snatchers he didn't have a Dark Mark. He kept that hidden, acted like he did have one. Does he suspect they will lose respect for him as a werewolf if he isn't marked? Or is he embarrassed? Either way - he does enjoy his authority over them, though doesn't abuse it.

Unlike the Death Eaters treatment of him.

Voldemort supplies him with prime prey - the children of those who defy him, perhaps some others to tear apart - in return for his unique services. He is 'permitted to wear Death Eater robes' to serve Voldemort well. He is invited as muscle to events as high-status and prestigious as the murder of Dumbledore.

But he is not a Death Eater. He doesn't have a mark.

Which seems a little ridiculous considering the fact he has an army of werewolves loyal to him and thus Voldemort. ...but he is just kept as a Snatcher, scraping for cash. Worrying about getting 'good hauls'... He worries about things like tying up a Ministry Official's wayward, rule-breaking son while doing his job. He growls protectively over his hunts. He expects credit for catching Potter to be stolen... which means Voldemort won't listen to him. He can plea and be ignored.

The Death Eaters will never give him real respect. He is told, after catching Potter, his wand, his friends, the Sword of griffindor... that the Dark Lord 'won't begrudge him the girl'. For anyone else such a deed would get them a mark. He is a dog to them.

Draco won't look at him. He was told Death Eaters would come when he killed Dumbledore - he didn't expect Greyback to be there. Lucius, even without his wand, ranks higher than him. They crack jokes at his expense, saying 'Who?' when he asks for entry - and he takes it. He accepts it and speaks to them with high respect. The best they speak to him back is with basic politeness.

He isn't a complete bitch. He is allowed to get angry, to snap, to stand up for himself. But he is seen as a 'filthy scavenger'. He isn't part of them. A different 'animal', with different needs and ideals... a tool. A trusted tool, sure - Bellatrix gives him back his wand even after he has talked back to her - but he is the bottom of the pecking order no matter what he is, says or does. When Harry didn't show up to be killed by Voldemort he was skulking. Biting his nails. Nervous. I'm sure if the Dark Lord lashed out... he would probably be the first to feel his wrath.

[polo-drone-016]

The Bind

016 was walking in the cold, snowy mountains pass. In this part of the world, the earth was constantly shaking. Deeply buried under his feet, in dark cavern, it was said the dwarves still worked to produce the best weapons in the world.

He had already gathered the six materials required but needed the expertise of one to bind them together.

Weeks after weeks, he had been looking, but his provisions were wearing thin. He could have turned back, but he had to save his brother.

On the last day of the year, in almost complete darkness, he had finally found the entrance. He had visited other caves, but this one had a different vibe. And the ground around the entrance was clear of snow.

He stepped over the threshold and his lamp suddenly died. Regardless, he stepped into the darkness and started his descent into the earth.

The air was getting thicker, and it was becoming difficult to breathe. He got his gas mask out, one of the rare things left from home and put it on. His mind was transported back to joyful times playing with his brothers on and off the field.

*Clank*

He moved on.

*Clank*

The sound of a hammer on an anvil was getting louder.

The narrow passage opened on a huge cavern where 3 dwarves were working the purest form of gold.

One of them saw 016 and started speaking in a rough voice.

- “Ah Daniel, or should I say 016… We were waiting for you. We felt you collecting the materials. You understand that by binding them, we will unleash what it has kept prisoner for eons?

- I do, but my brother needs this bind to free him. Only by putting it around his wrist, will we be able to break the spell he’s under.”

A second dwarf spoke.

- “And what about the creature? What about Fenrir?

- Bind him to me. Let me become its host.

- It will slowly devour you until only the wolf survives. Are you really willing to pay that price?

- Anything for my brother.”

016 placed the materials on the stone table next to the anvil.

The sound of a cat's footfall, the beard of women, the roots of mountains, the sinews of the bear, the breath of the fish, and the spittle of the birds.

The dwarves picked up the materials and started working them.

Over hours, they forged them into the thinnest, purest band of gold. It appeared fragile, but nothing in the world could break it. Once in place, it would stay there, binding its wearer forever.

016 started to feel feverish. His teeth ached, and his head felt like it was splitting.

He took his gas mask off, and his eyes were the colour of the storms. Black and grey with gold thunderbolts constantly moving and changing.

The dwarves struck the last blow, and the deal was sealed. Gleipnir was reforged, and Fenrir had a new host.

They gave the band to 016, and in a flash, he was back in the gym, in the middle of his brothers.

He ran to 009 and, without saying anything, placed the band around his arm.

The band shrank until it was a perfect fit nothing could break or remove.

He had completed the mission he had embarked on months prior.

[the-mortuary-witch]

FENRIR

WHO IS HE?

Fenrir is a wolf in Norse mythology, who is one of the sons of Loki and the giantess Angrboða. In Norse mythology, Fenrir is the wolf that is fated to devastate the world during Ragnarok. He is a powerful and dangerous creature, whose strength is surpassed only by Odin. In some versions of the story of Ragnarok, he is fated to be the one who kills Odin during the war of the Gods.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Fenrir is a giant wolf who is the son of the god Loki and the giantess Angrboda. He is said to be a monstrous and destructive force of nature, and he is a major figure in the story of Ragnarok, which is the ultimate battle between the gods and the forces of destruction. His appearance varies depending on the source, but he typically is described as being a huge, black wolf that is full of wrath and fury.

Personality: he is described as being a mighty and fierce wolf, full of rage and fury. He seeks revenge and destruction against the Gods, and he is said to be a major threat to the world during Ragnarok, the final battle between the gods and the forces of destruction. His personality is characterized by anger and rage, and he is known for being destructive and unpredictable.

Symbols: winter, yew, chains, fire, the Underworld, fire, the bind rune, ravens, and the moon

Pursuer of: Ragnarök

Culture: Norse

Plants and trees: wolf's-bane, mistletoe, and yew

Crystals: black obsidian, red jasper, smoky quartz, black onyx, amethyst, clear quartz, and black tourmaline

Animals: wolves, snakes, and ravens

Incense: frankincense, myrrh, dragon's blood, and patchouli

Colours: black, dark grey, red, brown, and green

Numbers: 3 and 17

Zodiacs: Aries and Scorpio (not official)

Tarot: The Devil, The Chariot, Strength, and The Tower,

Planets: Mars and Venus

Days: Tuesday, Friday, Yule, Samhain, and full moons

Parents: Loki and Angrboða

Siblings: Jörmungandr, Hel, Váli, Narfi, and Sleipnir (Odin’s horse)

Partner: Angrboða (his mother…)

Children: Sköll and Hati

MISC:

• Rage and destruction: Fenrir is the consummate destroyer, bringing chaos and disaster where he goes.

• The underworld and the twilight: Fenrir dwells in the underworld, the realm between life and death.

• Blood and brutality: Fenrir is a bloodthirsty creature who craves the destruction of all in his path.

• Nature and wolves: Fenrir is closely associated with nature and wolves, as his wild nature and savage powers are seen as a reflection of the untamed wilderness.

• The end of the world: Fenrir is said to be the bringer of Ragnarok, the end of the world and the destruction of all things.

• Transformation and renewal: Fenrir's role as a destroyer and his connection to the underworld represent a cyclical view of death and rebirth, and he is seen as a necessary part of the cycle of destruction and renewal.

• Instinct and survival: Fenrir is known for his raw nature and instincts. He is a primal force of nature, and his destructive powers are rooted in his instinct for survival.

FACTS ABOUT FENRIR:

• Name: Fenrir is named after the Norse word fenrr, which means "destroyer."

• Role: Fenrir is a giant wolf that is said to be the enemy of Odin and the other gods.

• Origin: he was born from the marriage of Loki and the giantess Angrboda, and is also the brother of Jörmungandr and Hel.

• Description: described as a giant wolf with iron fangs and a burning mouth, who is bound by the chains Gleipnir and is destined to kill Odin and unleash Ragnarok.

• Connections: he is connected to the Norse Goddess Skadi, as Skadi was the one charged with tying up Fenrir with the chains Gleipnir.

• Relationship with Odin: Fenrir and Odin have a complicated relationship, as Fenrir is destined to kill Odin but Odin also provides food to Fenrir.

• Relationship with Jörmungandr: Fenrir Is said to be the father of the snake Jörmungandr and the half-sister of Hel, making him the grandfather of the world-serpent.

HOW TO INVOKE FENRIR:

Start by setting out an altar and dedicating it to Fenrir. This can be as simple or elaborate as you like, but it's important to have a specific space reserved solely for him. Offer a prayer to him, and make sure to be genuine and sincere. Show humility and appreciation for his wisdom and guidance. Leave an offering that is meaningful to you, such as a piece of jewelry, food, or drink. Make it genuine and personal. Meditate on his energy and try to connect with his presence. Read up on his myths and legends, or research his associations and symbols, and finally, be mindful of your behaviour and ensure that you are acting with respect and reverence toward him.

PRAYER FOR FENRIR: 

“Great Fenrir, guardian of the Underworld, destroyer of all things, I call upon you to guide me in this journey of self-discovery and transformation. I seek your protection, insight, and guidance as I walk my own path.”

“I thank you for your presence and guiding hand, Great Fenrir, I give thanks and praise for your wisdom and protection. Hail Fenrir.”

SIGNS THAT FENRIR IS CALLING YOU:

• A sensation of warmth, protection, or guidance that you feel around you.

• Experiencing a boost in intuition or creativity.

• Having thoughts or ideas that seem to come from a higher power or a divine source.

• Feeling inspired to explore new paths or ways of thinking.

• Seeing signs or coincidences that seem to be connected to Fenrir's energy or a reminder of his presence.

• Having an increased interest in nature, wolves, survival, or self-reliance.

• Having dreams or visions involving Fenrir that seem significant and meaningful.

• Seeing or feeling connections between things that would normally seem unrelated.

• Feeling like you are being guided or led to certain places or experiences.

• Having a sense of deja vu, as if you have been in this situation before, or that it is familiar in some way.

• Feeling a sense of peace, calm, or harmony around you, as if you are being protected or supported.

OFFERINGS:

• Tobacco

• Bread

• Incense

• Booze: wine, beer, mead, and other alcoholic beverages.

• Fruit

• Crystals

• Music

• Bones

• Things associated with wolves: raw meat, animal skins, and wolf teeth, fur, and claws.

• Plants

• Water

• Metals like platinum and gems

• Swords

• Blood

• Fire

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

• Rituals: following a specific pattern or structure to honor and connect with Fenrir's energy and presence.

• Dress up in neutral, dark colours.

• Leave out offerings of meat and bone.

• Listen to music. (He seems to like metal and rock music, if not norse pagan chants like Loki, so far but it could be different for other followers)

• Eat meat (ethically sourced, of course)

• Spend some alone time in a quiet place or set a time in the day to just revel in the quiet.

• Feel and then release: Fenrir in his core is primal. He is a wolf and he responds to his natural instinct and emotions. Followers of Fenrir are asked to learn how to feel even if it is what others call negative emotions such as fear, anger, pain, sadness, etc.

• Master your rage: rage is a primal emotion that Fenrir rules on. It is chaotic. Keyword here is chaotic. He asks his followers to be angry but the hitch is that they reign in their anger and not let it loose.

• Light a candle to his name.

• Burn earthly incense like sandalwood.

• Toast to his name when you drink.

• Talk to him through meditation.

• Choose your battles wisely. Sometimes not all battles can be fought, some are best won by walking away from them.

• Forgive but do not forget.

• Respect others even if they have wronged you (unless they do not deserve the respect to be merited).

• Always keep your promises.

• Honour him and his family.

• Live life to the fullest. Do not shackle yourself with ideals and whatnot. The sky’s the limit.

• Adopt a furry friend or wolf: there are wolf centres and sanctuaries that allow people to adopt wolves (like be a friend or be a sponsor) to help with the protection of these creatures.

• Studying the history, mythology, and legends associated with Fenrir, as a way to gain a deeper understanding and connection to him.

• Creating symbols or icons related to Fenrir, such as drawing or painting images of him, composing poetry or writing about him, or carving his symbol into wood or stones.

[sol-saga]

Týr - God of War and Justice In Norse mythology, Týr is the ancient God of War and Justice. He is often considered the bravest of the gods due to his self sacrificing nature and fearless approach to battle. However, his role in lawmaking and justice is often overlooked; Týr is closely associated with maintaining order and enforcing the upkeep of the law. Unlike Forseti, Týr is unlikely to offer concessions in the name of peace; he is often a ruthless enforcer of order even at great personal cost. Týr is ancient and predates even the accounts of Snorri Sturluson (1179 - 1241) by at least two thousand years. He is best known for his role in the binding of Fenrir, the monstrous wolf destined to bring about the end of the world. Fearing Fenrir, the gods crafted Dromi, an unbreakable chain and decided to bind Fenrir to prevent the chaos he was destined to unleash. They asked Fenrir to help them test the strength of the chain. Fenrir was wary and asked that one of the gods place their hand in his mouth as a show of trust. Aware of the consequences, Týr volunteered, and upon realising that he had been tricked, Fenrir bit off his hand. However, he remained bound, and Týr's sacrifice maintain order if only for a little while.

[books-in-a-storm]

Paranormal Star Review

Title: Claimed by Lucifer #4 Death Lord

Author: Elizabeth Briggs

Pages: 175

Rating:⭐⭐⭐⭐(4/5)

Synopsis:

He is Death. The 4th Horseman. The son of Lucifer. And I'm going to kill him.

He's the Grim Reaper of New Orleans, stealing souls to make up for his absent one, but he'll pay for the lives he's taken. Someone has to stop him, and it's going to be me. He murdered my father, Fenrir, and I'm ready to unleash my wolf upon him. I'll tear him to shreds to get my revenge and prevent him from claiming any more lives.

But how do you kill Death - especially when he's your fated mate?

[ash-mcj]

can you do 109. “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” Also I absolutely love your sterk series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank you ♥ lets ignore that this request is 2.5 years old and i'm only now getting around to writing it

unleashed | AO3

“When did he learn to swim like that?” Stiles asked, watching as Fenrir shot towards the flock of geese in the center of the lake like a bullet. “We should sign him up for competitions.”

“You guys are so screwed,” Jackson snickered. “He’s never coming back.”

“He’ll come back when he gets tired,” Stiles said. “He’s just letting off some energy.”

“He’s hunting,” Derek grunted.

And that he was—gliding through the water like he thought he was a damn shark or something. There was no way he was coming back any time soon—and when he did, he’d probably have feathers in his mouth. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes had gone by, when Fenrir was still darting through the water with a swiftness no pup should’ve been capable of, that Stiles was willing to admit that they might’ve had a small problem.

[or: sterek’s child decides he’s a water werewolf and is more concerned with hunting geese than listening to the pleas of his pack to return to shore… much to everyone’s frustration] -- prompt: “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

[dhr-ao3]

Shadow To a Flame

Shadow To a Flame https://ift.tt/jfH36FZ by EllieByrrdWrites (CSKasem) After the battle of Hogwarts, there was an eerie crepitation that seemed to flow through the air around them all. Draco felt it in his bones, against his skin. The crackling of electricity was there, too. Somewhere in the distance, somewhere close. Somewhere all around them. Draco watched then, in awe, as the sky split open above them. A force so great, it threw them all back. Maybe it was lightning cracking or maybe it was the heavens damning them all. But he flew back when something slammed into the earth at his feet.   Or... In which the heavens open up and strike the grounds the last battle took place, unleashing all of its fury into the world, subsequently damning Draco by making Hermione Granger his soulmate. Words: 3677, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cormac McLaggen, Theodore Nott, Theodore Nott's Mother, Kingsley Shacklebolt, John Dawlish, Fenrir Greyback Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: dramione - Freeform, Dramione Fan Fiction, Dramione Fanfic, Harry Potter - Freeform, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Not Epilogue Compliant, Soulmates, Pining Draco Malfoy, Jealous Draco Malfoy, BAMF Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/QaxVLmJ March 18, 2024 at 12:21AM

[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.

[dawningsky]

also thinking about loki & mika because of the whole. mikaboshi who built the great wall & deployed a key to the otherworld for the sake of destroying astrals. and lokis lines during edgelands...

Loki: You know… I've given up living like you lot. That lifestyle can stay in the past. The Sky Realm, the Astrals, not even fate—none of it matters. I won't let anyone get in my way. I will do what I want to do. So at the very least, let's try not to get in each other's way.

especially the 'ive given up living like you lot' ? because theres these interactions too just before

Astral: Loki… Why would someone of your stature be here?

Astral: You lout—watch your tongue! A low-birth cur like yourself has no right to address me! Loki: Haha… Don't mind me. Regretfully I had a terrible upbringing. I can't be held responsible for what comes out of my mouth.

Astral: Answer me one thing. What happened to your older brother, Lord Byleistr? Loki: He's dead. Gone for good. Astral: Humph. Of course he is. News of mundane deaths—especially those of fools who chain themselves to the Sky Realm—wouldn't reach us here.

last one i put so much weight to because they refer to byleistr with lord, but loki with 1) nothing like that 2) low-birth (unrelated, but theres also the ending to the conversation where it describes loki as 'composing himself' after he has said everything, so i get the feeling he (rightfully) got annoyed with how his brother was treated. but also using 'lord' and then saying mundane & fool.... like seeing how the astrals on the edgelands are i can see why (the one loki was speaking to was a fighter during the war? right?) but cmon now leave the man alone

Astral: You will not act foolishly if you know what is best for you. Someone like you mustn't interfere in the affairs of the world.

augh....

theres also the fact that true king & violet knight reacted to loki being aware of the otherworld rewriting history as it was happening, and with how loki went 'lol maybe its an astral thing?' and cutting to where mika actually was (because she wasnt there & could confirm)....loki..........was it shown if repti was aware of not? cant rmbr if they touched upon that at all in any way

either way loki saying all that and then increasingly becoming more confused with what he wants to do throughout the arc. my lil dude. ill grab his conversation with mika some other time(unless i alrdy have it somewhere) but i think loki & mika are sooooo...............ppl who are not fond of astral society....mika to the point of almost destroying herself had she not been sealed (with shitori).

theres also....mika was in the sky realm to prepare for the invasion only to start building stuff to target astrals instead (which is so funny on its own like why did yall give her a skydom. what did she say. did noone care. did noone think she was considering to unleash the otherworld on u), but loki wasnt a researcher and he surely wasnt a fighter, was it for byleistr? also the fact he picked up fenrir......fenrir who was created to go against god..... ig zwei falls into it too but its very. people who were rejected. does that make sense. ness is there on society's orders & gandharva. is gandharva. lov u ness tho

[dantedemorium]

god of war mpreg Rp

looking for a 1x1 god of war 2028/Ragnarok roleplay. I'm 21+ and my partner must be 18+. I reply daily and am exceptionally literate. My partner's do not need to perform to my standard. The rp will be plot driven with liberal use of smut. My primary kink is mpreg with preference for a consistent casual experience not entirely sexual.

Main pairing I'm searching for is Kratos/Atreus. There will be angst about the taboo of their relationship but I prefer things work towards a supportive dynamic where they find the relationship is good for them.

Two possible plots below with samples under the keep reading.

A cannon divergent god of war 2018. Looking fore someone to play kratos. Upset by grief of faye's passing Atreus crawls into his father's bed for comfort and fucks his dad in a desperate bid for love and touch. The next morning they find Atreus's belly has swollen with child magical matured to eight months. Kratos must avoid the truth of their godly blood while protecting his son in his who is now more encumbered that ever. Atreus is yearning for the love and touch his father won't show him. Desperate to prove his worth he is at odds with his swollen belly and it's wiggling cargo.

post Ragnarok Atreus doesn't leave and returns home to rebuild with his father. Looking for someone to play Atreus. Each night he wanders to his father's bed passed by the need to feel the drum of his heart and know he's alive. One such time struck by teen hormones Atreus fucks his father and loses his virginity unleashing a wave of magic. The next day they find the wolves and fenrir heavy with pups but are sure the consequences end there. Three moons later feeling unwell kratos finds he has become pregnant by his son. The old spartan has reservations about this. Conservative spartan teachings and his age haunt kratos. Atreus could not be more happy fawning over his father's growing belly and vibrating with excitement over being an older brother.

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1) The cold is beginning to seep into the cabin as summer falls to autumn. The night is deep and dark with the fire in the Hearth nothing but dull embers. Despite the time Atreus lies awake looking up to the lofty darkness and counting each rumble of breath from his sleeping father a few feet away. The cabin feels large. Impossibly large in a way it never has before. Before when it was three. Mother lies delicately wrapped in the shroud she spent months crafting. She takes up their one table, but she's not really there. Her breath is absent, her warmth is gone pulling in a chill that sinks into his young bones. Atreus stand up from bed letting the furs that cover him slide off onto his mat. What little of Mani's light that can slip through the thatch renders him in a sickly tone. Skin too pale and freckles to stark as the spot his face. Limbs too thin with bony joints that stick out strongly.

Atreus creeps close to his father's cot over old boards dreading every groan of the wood. Under dark bear fur his father lays on his back unmoving. Only the subtle up and down of his breathing shows. No movement even as Atreus lifts the furs with small fingers sliding in as warm air rushes out. His father is solid not soft as he hoped. It doesn't matter. He curs into the heat melding into the curves of his father's side and placing his head under fur on the meat of his father's chest where he can hear the drum beat of his father's heart and let heat fill his hollow chest.

2) His son has been touchy lately. It had started when Kratos returned to the snow sodden shell of his home alone. To rebuild or collect the wolves and lay the poor hutch to it's final rest he did not know. In the wooden carcass he found his son perched solemn and silent upon his old cot dusted in snow that failed to mute the red rim of his eyes. Atreus had flung himself into his arms. A tight desperate hold while the boy babbles apologies. For leaving, for not leaving, for coming back, for not having the strength. Kratos holds him . Fits the boys head under his chin and holds him tight till the tear tracks are tacky. The first night they spend together huddled in the Valkyrie chamber over the cliff. It's the same. Sharing one bed room to ward of the snow which is melting fast but not fast enough. They clear the snow and down comes the broken walls. Atreus with a bright and clever fervor explains to him dwarven building techniques. They can build a bigger, better home.

It starts when Kratos begins to fell trees. Atreus's slim finger edges hand wrapped around his father's thick bicep guiding him though he doesn't need it. He indulges his son. In battle he's constantly using his father's shoulders as a spring board. Leaping and twirling in deadly dramatics like a fanciful bird performing a mating display. But it's only ever the two of them.

By the time the cellar is dug Atreus weasels his way into sole possession of his father's razor. With no mirror and Mimir absent grooming has been waylayed. No longer. Atreus takes his father's face in his nimble hands every new full moon and scraped the Ill gotten hair from Kratos's face with fine movements. Kratos does not take the razor back. Atreus delights in the practice and Kratos has always cared less for his grooming.

When the first floor is done, there will be a second. Because his son asked for it they start bathing together. Something Kratos hasn't done with his son since he was eight summers and the gulf between them reached it's widest. His boy is still pale like his mother, but new constellations of freckles cross his fallow belly. He does not shy from his father's gaze instead Atreus stretches cat-like and with a slowness when he finds his father looking. The boy latter's his father's beard and skin. Kratos works a whit froth in his son's hair. Something blooms between them but what?

On the last day of thatching his son brings him excitedly to the second floor. For the moment it's empty. Yet when he looks kratos finds a noble four post bed. On high feet to ward the rats and piled with furs. A gift from son to father. For what he does not know? That night they both crawl under the furs. It seems ignoble to leave Atreus to his old cot on the first floor. So they climb into the bed to big for one person. "It is nice. Well made" He says for what else can he say for this gift,for his son's hard work.

[heavymetalseries]

A Chant of Chains • Heavy Metal Hunters (2)

Genre • Urban Fantasy

POV • Third Limited | Alternating POV

Content Warnings • Substance abuse, self-harm, mentions of attempted suicide

Characters: Hale, Aleksandr Ecklund, Sterling Johansson, Nadira Asfour, Lottie Ferro, Amara Diya

Blurb •

Fenrir howls terribly before the Gates to Hel.

Still reeling from the vampire attack that nearly killed his boyfriend, Hale thought that the worst was behind him. 

Unfortunately, the Gods aren’t done with him yet.

What’s supposed to be a relaxing break in Seattle quickly turns to chaos. An attempt to commune with the Gods unleashes an ancient demon…

And Fenrir, son of Loki, prophesied to bring about Ragnarok.

If Hale and The Furies can’t contain them both, they’ll lose more than just each other.

It isn’t just vampires out there. The end of the world is coming, and this is just the start.

A Chant of Chains

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

"Hmm? Green tits is fighting who now?"

"Oh, Hela. Yeah Green tits gonna die when she unleashed Fenrir. I ain't gonna sugarcoat it given her reputation in our group. How many enemies has she taken down anyway? Eh, I'll bring a spare sack just in case she cuts someone's head off again."