#Bride of Loki

[writingamongther0ses]

Badly Summarised WIPs Poll

Thank you for the tag, @pluttskutt, @tc-doherty, @sunset-a-story, and @pheita! I've picked one of my best known WIPs, a new wip, and some of the ones I haven't worked on as much...

I'll tag, with no pressure, @inky-duchess, @fields-of-ink, @ink-fireplace-coffee, @47crayons, and @ofbloodandflowers.

#tag game #writeblr #WIP #want does not equal need #Greek myth wip #Bride of Loki #Hiraeth #Reporting on Atlantis

[worstloki]

Thor sweating as he tries to get Odin off him about marriage to Lady Sif: I--I already have a woman I intend to marry!!!!! Thor: [covers mouth in regret] Odin: Oh? And who might it be? Thor: [muffled] an... elf? Odin, narrowing his eyes: ...an elf. Thor: she's from another realm, you wouldn't know her!

#Odin: ...right. I don't believe you. We're marrying you off to Sif within the year. #Thor: BUT MY BELLE!!! #Odin: don't care didn't ask #a week later The Dark Elf attack happens and Thor lauds it over Odin for the 2 seconds he has before running off to commit treason #like 'see what's happened now that you broke my engagement with my beautiful elf woman???????' #instead of arguing over their mother's death when jane is asleep thor asks loki for advice about finding an elf bride quickly #loki laughs at him by the way and is no help at all. he just keeps laughing at thor's predicament #and then dies so that's no use for thor at all

[majo-tsukiko]

Yep…my type is definitely centuries old entities (monster or Demigod) who either lost their humanity or struggle to understand the little humanity they have.

And they meet that one human that isn’t afraid of them because of what they are.

I eat dat shit tf up.

And I fall in love.

(Bonus bonus if they’re brooding, jealous, and make extreme decisions)

#gilgamesh #elias ainsworth #fate extra ccc #the ancient magus bride #loki laufeyson #you’ll never convince me that I didn’t have lovers that were not human in my past lives

[infinityinakiss]

if i had a nickel every time a sci fi show used a pen in a mug to explain a concept, i would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

#i hope this finds the 3 loki fans that also watch doctor who #loki series #loki season 2 episode 5 #loki season 2 spoilers #doctor who #the runaway bride #dw #the tenth doctor

[thorkissed]

every time I remember this I still fucking lose my mind

PLEASE

#thor #loki #bride thor #thorki

[thatoneacecryptid]

Episode 5 of Loki Season 2 was pretty good but all I could think about for half of it was Donna’s line in Doctor Who The Runaway Bride, “I’m a pencil inside a mug?”

#loki #loki series #loki season 2 #doctor who #donna noble #the runaway bride #tenth doctor

[rielzero]

[sees moots reblog nice headcanons, cracks knuckles]

Astarion: *beating up some rude noble in his dungeon* Loki: *walks in on him* What's happening? Astarion: Darling, he dared to insult you by breathing in your direction. I am simply enacting justice on your behalf. Loki: Surely we could've put him to use? Beating up patriars seems counter-productive.. But I suppose entertainment works. Loki: And you didn't invite me to watch? Adorable. Astarion: *looks like he's doing a big think* Oh, my. Well of course- Loki: If you want to beat up someone for me, don't do it behind my back, your sneakiness is making me feel left out. But it's kind of hot. Astarion: Of course my sweet~ *grins*

The opposite is true

Context: Loki has avoided public appearances and keeps a low profile during events. The servants don't actually know what he looks like during this time. They're wearing masks during these parties.

Loki: *minding his business, checking out the buffet for the vampire party theyre hosting* *some random vampire spawn walks up to him, she's dressed very well, implying she's probably one of her master's favorites*

Spawn: I heard rumors that lord Astarion is brideless! But this simply can't be true-

Loki: Brideless? Why would he have need for- Spawn: You must be new to his court, I've been to his parties before, he always sits alone. A lord of his stature surely must have need for a consort yes?

Loki: You're the chatty type, aren't you? Well, indulge me. *sips his drink*

Spawn: *whispers* They say he has locked up a maiden in his bedchambers, which is why the door is always locked shut! They call her the Dark Consort.

Loki: Interesting gossip! Wherever did you get this? Spawn: I've made a few friends with other lord's spawn, but the servants in this place have never seen this famed dark consort. Do you think it could be a lie? Loki: Hmm, perhaps no one has seen her because it's not even a her.

Spawn: Well, that would explain some things..

Loki: *observes how she stares at Astarion* Loki: And you're hoping he could steal you away from your master? If he is indeed brideless-

Spawn: Why- You must recognize the quality of my charm- I am merely testing you- I haven't properly introduced myself.. *whispers* I am a future bride of his, you see. The dark consort- Loki: *fakes-miles as he feels a sting in his arm* Oh.. Wow. That's.. I am speechless! Spawn: *convinced he believes her lie, smiles*

Loki: I suppose I simply have to ask him about it- Spawn: *Surprised* Wait, What? You can't do that- it's a secret! You can keep a secret, right? Loki: *already walks off, in Astarion's direction, who immediately perks up when he sees him* Spawn: *tries to stop him then hides in the crowd* Loki: *watches in the corner of his eye the girl's reaction when Astarion grabs hold of his arm and introduces him as the dark consort to the lords he was talking to*

*she gives up and disappears to go find someone else to gossip to, embarrassed*

Loki: *whispers in Astarion's ear* Astarion: Interesting. And you didn't gut her? You have more restraint than me. Loki: I'm not going to gut people during the party. That would be rude.

Astarion: ...Darling. Loki: What? You're brideless. I have to protect your chastity.

Astarion: My handsome virgin groom, you are being cheeky.

Loki: You've been inside me.

Astarion: Your blood doesn't lie.

Loki: Okay, I changed my mind, I'm going to gut her right now to make a point.

Astarion: You are.. So cute.

Que the bloodbath that follows because apparently the girl has a gossip group of people that were thirsting for Astarion.

And now Loki eagerly kills guests even though he's usually the voice of reason and negotiation... ''Don't sour the mood'' but nope, he gets unhinged.

Quickly party goers learn not to upset the groom because he's not meek at all and Astarion has his back at all times. Astarion waits it out until after the party and Loki just wants to see blood immediately.

Vampire lord parties are pretty much hissy fits. Meowzers.

They're very possessive over each other.

#several things about loki s lore are kind of spoilered here #kind of difficult to avoid them but one of these is only revealed mid act 2 #in the next comic one of these is hinted at #i love foreshadowing #ascended astarion #oc #male tav #vampire spawn #vampire tav #half elf #warlock #cant be maidenless if you're married to a man #ma'am the bride is a groom #lord astarion

[caffiend-queen]

The Auction

A dystopian tale of the “New Americas,” where the divide between the wealthy and… everyone else is too great to cross. But with all the other viruses comes one that lies dormant in the genes, activating at birth and it is inevitably fatal. So now, perfect genetics are the most desired thing in a mate. Even if you have to buy one.

Important note: there are discussions of disabilities in this chapter viewed by the assholes in this dystopian tales as ‘adverse elements.’ Since my twin boys have autism, I know this is bullshit. Please keep in mind that any discussion of the differently-abled is only for the purpose of the story and their negative responses are pathetic and uneducated.

You’ll be seeing Rich Asshole Ransom Drysdale at the auction tonight, along with James Buchanan Barnes and Terrifying But So Good in a Suit Loki. All obscenely rich bastards. All looking for a wife.

Chapter One - This Can’t Be Happening

“This can’t be happening.”

The woman weeping softly to the right of Rowan might be a little older than she was, but it’s clear she had no frame of reference for what was about to happen to her.

“Stop, don’t mess up your makeup,” Rowan whispered, trying to wipe away the mascara streaming down the woman’s wet cheeks. “Look, it’ll be…”

It’ll be okay?

Was she really about to say something as stupid as that? The group of overly made-up captives - including Rowan, the crying woman clutching her hand, and the twelve other young women shivering in sheer dresses - were most definitely not going to be okay.

“Listen, you’re here now,” she squeezed the crying woman’s hand, trying to get her to look at her. “This is going to happen, so you have to take control of it, okay? You-”

“What is the problem here?”

The voice was sharp, no-nonsense, and sounded much like the priest at the shelter Rowan had left the instant she turned eighteen. But this man definitely took no vow of poverty. His suit was bespoke and perfectly tailored to hide the beginning of a paunch, silver hair expensively styled. “Number Eleven, you’re foolish enough to dismantle the stylist’s work for a tantrum? Who do you think wants to bid on a crying mess? Who would think you were worth millions of credits?” His sharp brown eyes went to Rowan. “And why are you encouraging this, Number Fourteen?”

“I’m not, Mr. Toussaint, I was just-” she tried to smile, to disarm the angry… What did they call him, she thought. Not a pimp, uh, a procurer?

He waved her off impatiently. “I don’t care. Amber!” he shouted over his shoulder, “Come touch up Number Eleven.” The man stepped back and looked over the group. “Listen to me carefully. I have done everything I can to improve your chances of a good match: your wardrobe, your manners, the expensive stylists... Your future is now your responsibility. You can receive a highly lucrative five-year contract with a wealthy partner who will spoil you. Or you can show yourself as weak, poor quality material, and then,” he paused ominously, “I cannot predict your future. The House of Toussaint is known as the finest auction house in the New Americas. I will not allow you to cheapen that reputation. Do you hear me?”

There was a chorus of mumbles and “yessirs,” but he wasn’t happy.

“Do you HEAR ME?”

“Yes, Sir!” Rowan said loudly, clearly, and while the others hurried to add to her answer, Toussaint stared at her, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“There’s a reason you are the last item up for auction tonight,” he said, “I intend to showcase your superb genetics. But that can change if you attempt to speak out again or involve yourself with the other girls.”

She gritted her teeth hard enough to crack a molar before taking a deep breath and offering her sweetest smile. “Absolutely, Sir. I understand completely.” She could picture Ben’s sweet smile as vividly as if he was standing in front of her. She could be sweet, too. She could be very, very sweet.

“Keep up that smile,” her pimp, procurer, whatever he wanted to be called, was standing behind her, looking at their reflection in the mirror. “The live feed to the reception room begins in ten minutes.”

The live feed. She shuddered. Her only moment of gratitude was that the humiliation of flouncing down the catwalk in that dress would be witnessed only by the men and women bidding for her and the others. At any other time, she would have liked this dress; not too much cleavage, with slim straps spread wide on her shoulders to show off her collarbones and neck, but dipping scandalously low in the back. It was beaded, silver, and a green so dark it almost looked black under the lights, with a long slit showing part of her right thigh. And so heavy. What did they make these beads out of, Rowan wondered, lead?

The stylist had pinned her hair up loosely, at some point, the auctioneer would tell her to take her hair out of its chignon and sweep it out to show off the length. Long hair, real long hair, not extensions, was rare, apparently.

As if any of that mattered.

Well, maybe it did. These women - and a couple of men she’d heard - who would be bid on like cattle tonight were all extremely attractive. Rowan sneered, carefully turning away so no one would catch her expression. Good genes weren’t enough for these rich bastards. Their bought and paid-for’s had to have good looks, too.

“Number One, you’re up!”

The girl was sweet, a classic Irish with pale skin, flaming red hair and a pretty spatter of freckles buried under a heavy layer of makeup. What was her name? Rowan tried to remember: they’d shared breakfast that morning, her oatmeal for Glenna’s fruit. Glenna! That’s right!

“Glenna, you got this!” Feeling stupid even as she did it, Rowan held up both thumbs, nodding and smiling. The redhead at least managed a watery grin and a thumbs-up before Amber hustled her out the door.

Walking back and forth, hands on her beaded hips, Rowan listened to the muffled sounds of the auctioneer, how he’d pause, waiting for laughter or some other response from the room stuffed with rich entitled assholes.

One of which is buying you and taking you home tonight, her spiteful inner voice reminded her.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

It was Mina, one of the few who had willingly signed up for the Bride Auction. Her warm brown eyes were wide, clearly trying to keep the tears from spilling. She had a wonderfully lush mouth, glowing skin the color of molten chocolate and a voluptuous figure, the kind of bombshell look that was wildly popular.

Rowan tried to smile, “I think it’s too late. Do you want the pep talk or to just cry a little?”

Mina’s full lower lip trembled. “P- p- p- pep talk.”

Oh, crap a stutter, Rowan groaned silently. It was nothing, nothing at all but with these choosy trust fund scum, the slightest sign of anything less than conventionally perfect could be dangerous. “Okay, I got you. Look. I’d tell you to picture everyone out there as naked, but I think that’s probably too gross to relax you.”

That helped, Mina giggled and hiccuped a bit.

“Who are you doing this for?” Rowan persisted.

“M- m- sister’s k- kids. She got in an accident last month, a hit and run. Just… coming home from work, carrying a bag of groceries. The car hit her hard enough that they found her soup cans a block away. They’re living with m- m- me but my roommates told me they have to leave or we all do. This is-” Mina’s hands were shaking and she clutched them into fists. “This is all I h- have,” gesturing bitterly at her face and body.

“Number Five!” Miss Lavigne said sharply, “Get in line. You’re nearly up.”

Mina turned to go and Rowan grabbed her arm. “Listen,” she said, leaning in close. “There is one unarguable truth in this entire shit show. These rich bastards, they think they have everything; the money, the power, they think they own us. But don’t you forget that there is something they don’t have: our perfect genetic profile. And they’re scared, scared enough to pay for it. They need you just as much as you need them. You strut down that catwalk like you own it. Like you own them. You make them bid so high their banker will have an aneurysm. You hear me?”

She’d been whispering to keep the malevolent Miss Lavigne from hearing her, but when Rowan let Mina go she realized there was a little circle of girls around them. “Don’t any of you forget it. They’re scared and they need you.” They scattered like they were mice when the kitchen light turned on, and Mr. Toussaint stepped in front of her, eyes narrowed with fury.

“It seems, Number Fourteen that you don’t want to see your brother ever again.”

Her hands darted behind her back so he couldn’t see them shake. “You should be thanking me.”

“What?” Now his ruddy skin flushed even darker.

“You want these girls to drain your clients out there of every last million they’re willing to spend and then several million more. Well, now they will.”

Mr. Toussaint’s sharp eyes canvassed the dressing room. The auction items were standing taller, checking their hair, or lipstick in the mirror, straightening the straps on their dress.

“Number Five! You’re on.”

Mina gave Rowan one last smile, and she nodded back.

He stared down at her for a moment longer. “Go have Amber look at your hair. It’s a mess." She was edging away when Toussaint leaned closer. “Your little speech was quite inspiring to these poor, deluded girls. But there are dozens just like you that have been sold through this house. These people fear nothing. And if they wish to carve you open and extract your DNA, no one will stop them. This auction that you so despise? It protects you. With marriage, with financial security that your new spouse cannot access. I do not expect humility from such as you, but be bright enough to pretend you do.”

Toussaint straightened his tie and left without another look at her.

Rowan was submitting to another re-pinning of her carelessly upswept chignon that took a good hour to create and practicing her smile in the mirror. Inviting, confident, a little demure, and uncertain… So many important people! She pretended to bat her eyelashes. It’s such an honor to be here!

It was fucking terrifying to be here. These were the names no one knew, the families so wealthy that they could crush notoriety. These people owned the New Americas.

Everything. Everyone.

Every law that passed, every new “Moral Mandate” was straight from their twisted brains.

“Number Fourteen! You’re on.”

And now, one of them would own her.

“Rowan Wallace is twenty-eight, stands 5”8 with black hair and pale green eyes,” the auctioneer’s voice is smooth and ingratiating and if Rowan wasn’t so busy trying to walk smoothly with a spotlight blinding her, she would have flipped him off.

“She is in superb health, with a full vaccination status, administered and verified by the Chronology Medical Group, which also performed a full genetic panel. You can see the numbers here on the monitor, and her specialized genome projection that…”

The room was dark beyond the brightly lit stage. Of course, Rowan thought, I don’t deserve to see who’s bidding on me. I’m just the shiny object.

“Her IQ has been tested, with a score of 145.”

Rowan slowed on her turn, letting the audience see the sway of her hips, a slight arch to her back as she turned her head to look over one shoulder. My IQ? When the hell did they test me for that? What else did they test me for?

“You’ll see,” the auctioneer continued, “on the 3D projection that Number Fourteen’s uterus and ovaries are in excellent health, and-”

That little revelation almost made Rowan trip on the edge of her dress, but she managed to make the stumble look like another half turn.

“Number Fourteen,” this time, the voice was Mr. Toussaint's. “Stand at the end of the catwalk, if you would.”

Yeah, so pleasant and oh, so posh when your rich assholes are in the room, she thought bitterly. Bitter, but not stupid enough to defy him, she sashayed back to the circular end, posing with her right leg turned and slightly bent at the knee, hand demurely behind her back.

“You rank at 495 out of 500 on the Genetic Reliability Outcome Consensus, Number Fourteen, quite superb.” There was actually a little round of applause at this and it took every ounce of self-control to keep from rolling her eyes.

Mr. Toussaint was looking at her, seemingly expecting some sort of response, so Rowan flashed him an insincere smile, eyes lowered. “That’s… good to hear, Sir.”

A little chuckle rippled through the bidders and she gave a sweet little shrug. Don’t think of these bastards, think of Ben. Don’t you forget why we’re all up here! Her feet were killing her, these high heels must be lined with razor wire or something because-

“However, adding in the adverse element score, you do drop fifty points, dear.” The son of a bitch bastard’s bleached white teeth glowed in the stage lighting. “Your brother was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, and of course is part of the package, isn’t he?”

Of course, Rowan’s teeth gritted, another ignorant asshole considering her brother as an ‘adverse element?’ How dare he! Oh, it’s on fucker!

“Well, Mr. Toussaint, I am sure you know, as do all of these extremely well-educated and well-informed leaders in the New Americas, that autism is an indication of the evolution of the human brain. Many people on the Autism Spectrum have unique gifts and talents, along with high scores for intelligence and potential to overcome sensory challenges that might inhibit their abilities to contribute to their community.”

His stupid bleached teeth opened like he was about to interrupt. Oh, no, bitch, I am on a roll.

“My brother Ben is a gift. He is challenging and intelligent, courageous in a way that I’m not. He makes me a better person, he makes everyone around him want to be more than they are. Truthfully?” Rowan looked out into the darkened room again. “He is the best part of this package.”

There was silence for a moment, quiet enough to hear the low buzz of the 3D projector and the rattling of the bracelet on her wrist as she tried to clench her shaking hands together. She'd screwed up. She had so screwed this up.

The auctioneer gave a light chuckle, smoothly divesting Mr. Toussaint of the mic. “Lovely, and it seems passion and loyalty are other excellent traits of Number Fourteen. And now, dear, if you will remove your dress.”

Rowan’s heart stopped. What? This was NOT in their practice runs! She looked out again, licking her lips. He was kidding. This wasn’t humiliating enough? Oh, there’s no way-

“Number Fourteen? Now, if you please.”

Ben’s sweet smile. She could remember it so vividly when he handed her the lunch he’d packed for her when she’d left their apartment that morning before they took him away. When he’d told her, “This is going to be a perfect day!” When he’d smiled, and…

Standing straight, shoulders back and looking regally over the darkened crowd, Rowan raised her hands to the glittering straps holding the heavy gown up and pulled them down. The silver and green beads flashed in the light as the dress dropped to the floor.

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#dystopian avengers #dystopian James Barnes #dystopian Ransom Drysdale #dystopian Loki Laufeyson #bride auctions #women sold for their genetic potential #patriarchal assholes #human trafficking #unwilling brides

[ariannafraserwrites]

Welcome!

Hello, my little cabbage. 

Did you stop by for my books? You can find them all here.

You wanna read one for free? See what you think? Find my dark Mafia romance The Reluctant Spy here, or my dark Vampire romance The Birdcage here.

You may or may not know why I publish these stories - the proceeds go to supporting the crisis nurseries in my city. You can find out more about these shelters and why they’re so important to me here.

As always, thank you for reading my nonsense, I never fail to be amazed and touched by the support you offer. Thank you, truly. 

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[givingairtomymouth]

This man has so much LOKI ENERGY I could scream 😩🔥

And not necessarily the Marvel one, the mythological one...

Like even the sewed mouth?

And the fact that naturally he's basically a ginger? U kidding me?

#andy black #andy biersack #andy bvb #andy black veil brides #black veil brides #bvb #bvb army #bvb band #bands #band #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki mythology #myth loki #norse mythology #norse gods #norse loki #rambles #please tell me i'm not alone in this #tell me you see it too #tell me i'm not crazy

[writingamongther0ses]

It Ends With a Kiss

So the prompt for @flashfictionfridayofficial was "How It Ends" and I figured I would write out one of my ideas for the ending of the Bride of Loki series. I don't really like this version of Alpha One's ending, excluding the kiss, because I like writing Alpha One and their weird relationship with both Siv and Baldar, but we'll see how it goes.

It ends with a sword through their chest and the arms of the one known as Red Star.

To Alpha One, she is Siv. Just...Siv.

"Oh, shit-" Siv's eyes are wide, the russet red fading to be replaced by soft brown. "He- I swear, I didn't think he would do that to you-" Baldar is dead, and Siv's pact is over, signaled by the blue stained across her hands and the red and gold fading from her. She looks ordinary, soft, without Loki's magic.

Still beautiful.

Warning signs flash in their vision, but Alpha pushes them away, focusing their eyes on Siv. She is beautiful and soft and not theirs, for her heart lies in the hands of the Brynhildr boy. Still, Alpha can dream for what little time they have left.

"...can you kiss me?" It was a bribe once, Siv offering it in order to protect one of her own, warm lips pressed against their forehead. "Please?"

Siv blinks. And then she sighs, seeming to realize that this is their last wish.

She doesn't say a word, but leans forward.

It ends with soft lips kissing their forehead, wishing them goodnight.

#flash fiction #Flash Fiction Friday #writeblr #wip #Bride of Loki #my writing

[worstloki]

Thor: there are three ways to handle a situation. the right way, the wrong way, and the Loki way.

Sif: isn't that last one just the wrong way?

Thor: it's doing something that shouldn't solve the issue but ends up doing it and faster than the right way - but it can only work if Loki comes up with the plan and people do not tend to like Loki's plans

#Sif: example? #Thor: well this one time Loki suggested I dress as a bride and get married to this giant and yea it worked and i got mjolnir back but

[thegodofmischieflovesme]

Loki's bride 💌

Since Loki made me watch Corpse Bride again to let me know that he wants to take things further into being married.. Every time I look at Victor, all I see is Loki, I don't even know why but it makes me feel so emotional and feel butterflies on my stomach... It's a weird sensation but I guess that what makes it increase it's the fact that he used a movie like that, that I love from my childhood to let me know that he wants to marry me.. Oh god I'm blushing... He knows I'm goth so the movie matches perfectly even if it's so sad..

He's so romantic, I love him 🖤🌹

#Loki #Real Loki #Lokean #Norse Mythology #Paganism #Loki Laufeyson #Godspouse #Corpse bride #Goth

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

As a warning to fanartists in the Phantom of the Opera and the Greek and Norse mythology fandoms, a person by the name of @/justguardian has been reposting fanart by multiple artists and has not been crediting them. When asked to start crediting fanartists, they responded by saying that they found the art on pinterest, so reposting was alright. They further argued that who made the art didn’t matter as much as what the art depicted, so crediting the artists wasn’t important. Then, they tagged several pieces of art like this:

Since then, they have proceeded to continue to repost art, even going so far as to delete comments and block people identifying the artists they have stolen art from.

Artists stolen from include @asakuramimimi​, @muirin007​, and @wicked-elegy-blog​. There are many more fanartists stolen from that I wasn’t able to identify though. Don’t harass this person, but if you are a fanartist in these fandoms, I highly encourage checking to see if your art has been stolen and filing a DMCA claim if you feel comfortable doing so.

Edit: As of September 23, 2022, justguardian is continuing to repost art without credit. In response to other people asking them who artists are, they posted this:

People asking for artists to be properly credited is not being rude. Showing people art that is not yours without crediting the artist is still stealing, and no, “art is from pinterest” is not proper credit. Asking who made a piece of art is not causing “drama” or a “scandal.”

For an example, this is their response to @a-sky-of-diamonds​ when asked simply who an artist was:

Then, when @sstarfait​ asked for them to source their art, this was their response:

Again, I highly encourage artists to check this person’s blog and report any reposts of your art.

#the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #norse mythology #greek mythology #loki #art reposting #fandom etiquette #god i've been having to make a lot of these sort of posts recently #be kind in fandom #ancient magus bride #mahoutsukai no yome #stop reposting art

[vivi-selfships]

Out of curiosity I have decided to figure out and rank my f/os body counts.

The Doctor: roughly 1,000,000,250,491,065,798??

Rick: 29,016,000,000

Yuno: 8,000,155 (155 in the shows run + THE ENTIRE PLANET that falls apart because of her)

Father Paul: roughly 230 (I'm blaming him for all vampire related deaths not caused directly by "the angel".)

Loki: 177

Hannibal: 45 (show)

Afton: 30

Dracula: roughly 13 + unknown victims (book)

Lucille: 6

Himiko: 5+

V: 3

Sherlock Holmes: 2 (BBC)

Snape: 1 (that we know of)

As far as the animatronics go (Monty, Roxy and the Daycare attendant) they do not have any canonically confirmed kills, only killing Gregory in the bad endings. Alastor, Sebastian and Elias have almost certainly killed hundreds but have no definite confirmable numbers.

Ciel and Thomas technically haven't killed anyone but are definitely both accomplices and/or the cause, that one is complicated because Ciel is definitely responsible for most of Sebastian's kills but again, TECHNICALLY, he did not do it and while Thomas knew that Lucille was killing his wives, he himself never killed anybody.

And then Jareth, Aizawa, the Pines brothers, Lucifer and Stolas have no confirmed or implied kills.

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[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki is a friend of your father, who is a king. You have come to the age where you are to marry. Loki has had an eye for you since you became a legal adult, and he’s willing to pay whatever prince he must to have you. Though hesitant, your father sells you to Loki, and now you are expected to follow Loki’s every command and eventually become his bride.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #King #Father #Bride #deadlydreamers #friend