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deathmetalunicorn1 · 6 months

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Hello! I wanna request ror characters with sweet and kind reader who secretly holds then power of a powerful demon that could give any god a run fir their money.

Reader was meant to be the host of this demon and their personality and memories were meant to be forgotten as the demon took a hold of their body. But something went wrong and instead the demon became trapped while reader got its powers. Basically reader was tricked by their friend and was scarified to a cults deity but lived

Reader is basically an average person and just wants to live life gently but when the gods started to make a fuss and threatened humanity the gloves was off. Reader ends up takeing zeus odin and all the strong ones whose names I cant remember into a terror dimension and reminds them that there were many who would do anything to protect their love ones and reader is fully willing to become a demon and erase them from exsitance if the foolish gods push them enough.

-It was a secret you kept close, not wanting to lose anyone else to it, mainly because those closest to you betrayed you for the secret you held.

-You were the vessel for a very powerful demon, one whose name was long forgotten, something you had been ‘blessed’ with when you were back on earth after the gods fought this demon, sealing him away.

-They didn’t realize however, where they were sealing him, and you were blessed with the same powers and strength, and for a while, people worshipped you as a hero, as you would use those abilities to help others, which is all that you wanted to do.

-However, their adoration soon turned to fear, realizing that you were so different from them, and with fear came hatred and they drove you out.

-You traveled the world, your life prolonged due to what you housed, helping where you could, never staying in one place for too long.

-You had thought you found a safe place, people who respected your powers and abilities, and you gained friends, people you grew close to.

-Only for them to betray you just like the others, sacrificing you to the demon you held in your body. As that place that you thought was safe was a cult.

-You died and ascended to Valhalla, with the demon still a part of you, causing that cult to fall to ruin as they essentially killed the very being they were trying to worship.

-You were so happy in Valhalla, being able to live in peace, helping others, and nobody cared what you could do.

-Only a fair few knew what you could do, and you mostly kept to yourself, to not draw attention to yourself.

-When Ragnarok was announced, you were in tears, hearing how cruel the gods were, the same ones who put this demon inside of you, how they were willing to just wipe out humanity on a whim.

-This angered you, and the demon you housed, feeling your anger, offered his powers to you, willing to help you again.

-You and your demon had an agreement- you would willingly let him have control a few times a month to run around and have fun, and he wouldn’t hurt others while in control.

-He whispered in your ear, like he was there, “We can fix this- put those gods in their place. We won’t hurt them, just scare them a- just a little~” you knew his tone, he wasn’t planning on just ‘a little’ but you agreed, not willing to risk so many lives.

-When Ragnarok was about to begin, the gods who were going to be fighting had a meeting, going to discuss who was going to go first.

-A wave of power and dread seemed to flow over them and Zeus and Odin, who had been responsible for seal your partner away inside you, instantly stood, feeling that power.

-You entered, looking unassuming, looking just like a normal human and Poseidon stood, “Who dares enter this place?” your smile was soft, gentle, but your eyes were hard, “I have someone who would like to speak with you.”

-In a blink of an eye, they found themselves in a dark place, screams and terrifying visions everywhere as you approached, looking more demonic, a blend of both you and D/N.

-Your voice was no longer just your own, it was a blend of both, it sounded not only unsettling, but angry, “I have the power to destroy all of you now- thanks to your failure of making sure I was truly sealed. You have a choice- to end Ragnarok now or face your own destruction.”

-Being shown such terrifying images and feeling your power around them, nearly suffocating them, proving that what you said was true, was enough to make them quickly bend to your will.

-As soon as Zeus and Odin agreed, in another blink of an eye, they were back in the room, completely fine, and you looking normal, like a harmless little human.

-Eyes quickly went to you as you spoke, “Just because you fail to manage others doesn’t make it right for you to just get rid of them. Make it right.” With your last sentence you made the room tremble, just to make your point.

-You walked out, “Think they got the message?” the demon chuckled in your ear again, “Of course they did. Now let’s sit back and watch.”

-By lunchtime the tournament had been called off, much tot the shock of Brunnhilde and the warriors of humanity, but they seemed pleased to see that the gods were going to be gods now, proper ones- who were now going to manage humanity better.

-Many were none the wiser that you were the cause of this newfound peace. And the gods you had threatened kept eyes on you but were stunned to see what a gentle person you were, nothing unlike the demon they had fought years ago.

-You seemed to be one with the demon in your body- like you were two beings in one body, sharing it, but even if you looked like a harmless human- you were anything but, and they knew that they wouldn’t be able to fight back, even if they all joined forces and fought together- there was no chance of ever challenging you.

-However, keeping you happy seemed to be the simplest route, and they kept you happy by not threatening humanity and managing things better.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror zeus #ror odin

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butterabrod · 1 month

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Old Michelle's Q&A, pt.5

I guess I've been loitering about this for too long

I've always thought of Nevy as of one of the smartest and cuning demons in the cast. Instead of terrorising her vessel or beign their doormat, she formed a strong bond with Gil. And I was thinking it is genuine somewhat mother (or like older sister) love from Nevy to our lil salty blue boy.

But... from this panel, I've started to doubt her.

Most of the fandom at that time was worring that the pink lady is becoming weaker and/or growing sick. But even then I was thinking that being the ghost of one of the strongest creatures in the universe, how is it possible for her to be that weak for such a short period of time as like ~13ish years?

Gil is the only person she has met who can interact with her. I can't really blame her for beign pushy: he and his promise to help are the only thing she's got, and she as practically immortal being has seen how weak he is, and his life is short. Nevy really is on a timer with him.

But what seemed to me as her caring about Gil, now feels like Nevy thinking only about herself.

Gil, as a victim of terrible catastrophe decided to become a doctor to help others like him. It was natural for him to go and help those who were in need.

Now this moment doesn't feel like her genuine sadness and guilt. I think, she just needed a reassurrence, that she is still the most important thing for him in the whole universe.

Still, I've thought that Nevy has developed a new more honest and loving personality while being amnisiac. And she changed that much because she remembered a lot of her past.

But did she?

Did she, thought?

I think Gil will never get out of toxic cult. Yes, he does have someone who is more important than TITAN as Michelle said.

It's Nevy, who's not only a politician.

She IS priestess

And she's not ashamed at all to use religious imagery to influence Gil even more.

She's not ashamed to show a very lonely orphan boy that she, his only friend with mother figure vibes could 'die painfully' because of his disobedience

When one of the most assholic couples in the universe says that someone is not trustworthy - it is says volumes

Talking about couples. I think that Gil has no chances to not to fall for Odin

Also I find it sus that Nevy remembered the feeling of beign in love not near Ava, Wrathia's vessel, but near Pedri's vessel, Odin.

I'm sure she sees herself as the God of love, Venus, Aphrodite or even Eros. People of Antiquity era believed that love and passion were forms of madness. In a bad way, even gods feared Eros.

And I think she's forcing Gil to fall in love with Odin just to make him even more despirate and lonely, to save her status as the only reliable thing for him in the whole Universe.

At that point Gil was trying to become the best follower, just to have a chance to learn somethig about Nevy's past. Maggie was the first person in 8 years to remind him, that he might have his own questions.

And I think Nevy has already failed her vibe check to Odin

Here is a list of much-much-much better theories and their authors

@biofluxitecovetess https://www.tumblr.com/biofluxitecovetess/182904787000/hello-everyone-i-have-another-theory-so-before?source=share

@crazyangrycupcake https://www.tumblr.com/crazyangrycupcake/183163318965/nevy-makes-this-face-when-she-tells-ava-shes?source=share

@doublethetheories https://www.tumblr.com/doublethetheories/184836709578/gils-dream-dissection?source=share

And another thing to think about

#ava's demon #avas demon #webcomic #webtoon #gil #gil marverde #Nevy #nevy nervine #odin #odin arrow #pedri #pedri nanezgani #wrathia #wrathia bellarmina

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ladylovesloki · 2 years

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Something Real

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Reader is raising her twins in New Asgard, the sons of Loki. One night reader and her boys are having a fun Friday night when they get an unexpected guest.

I don’t know where this is going yet…we’ll find out together…🤷🏻‍♀️

“Vali! Momma said we need to finish our homework before we can play!”

Vali rolls his eyes at his twin brother, “relax Narfi, I’m just taking a little break.”

Narfi exhales and continues doing his work.

“Narfi! Vali! Are you guys done with your homework?” You yell from the kitchen where you are preparing dinner.

“Almost!” Vali responds back quickly getting back to doing his work. Narfi grinned at his brother and finished the remaining problems in his math homework.

“Done!” Narfi announces proudly, he packs up his books into his backpack and runs to the kitchen to claim his plate of food.

Vali once again rolls his eyes at his brother, over the little goody two shoes attitude. Vali was more prone towards mischief and having fun! Narfi was definitely a momma’s boy.

Vali finishes his work, puts away his things and heads towards the kitchen to wait for dinner.

Narfi was filling his plate and Vali apparently didn’t feel like waiting so he used his developing magical ability to get his serving so he didn’t have to wait.

“Hey!” Narfi yelps.

“Vali, how many times do I have to tell you? No magic in the house. You remember what happened last week don’t you?” You ask exasperated.

“I’m sorry mom, I’m starving! You know how much I love your lasagna..” boy gets his flattery from his father.

“Mmhhm..come on boys sit down and eat.”

The three of them sit down at the dinner table and have idle talk about their day. The boys talked about how school was and what they were learning, any assignments they have due. Narfi was excelling in his studies of course, the boy loved to read and he absorbed all of it like a sponge. Vali was doing well enough in school, he loved his physical activities and magic school. Thank goodness for New Asgard, if not for the remaining Asgardians she would have no idea how to raise such magical children.

Also the idea of them being alone terrified you, they had such a long lifespan and with Loki gone..you were the only parent they had left and you had maybe 60 more years left if you’re lucky. Thor usually came around to help with the twins, they were the only family he had left and you knew he would always be there for them.

You loved those boys. They were a piece of Loki. The only piece of Loki left.

You met when he tried taking over Earth, he was enamored by you and when he was posing as Odin he brought you to Asgard to be with him there. You knew it was wrong but you fell in love with him and Odin was an asshole. The last time you saw him he was shoving you onto the escape pod with his people when you were all escaping Ragnarok. He tricked you into believing he was going to escape with you but in the last moment he shoved you forward and closed the door behind you.

You screamed for them to open the doors and slammed your hands against them. The people inside the pod grabbed you so they can strap you in and all you could do is stare at Loki while he looked sadly at you through the window. Tears were falling down his face and once he saw that you were safely strapped in your seat with the rest of the people he pressed the release so the pod can fly off the doomed vessel.

To this day you hear yourself screaming for him in your dreams.

You found out you were pregnant shortly after you arrived on Earth.

At first you were devastated, you wanted Loki to be here with you. You weren’t supposed to do this alone. But then you saw it as a blessing, a part of him will live on. And then you found out you were having twins, Thor was so happy he burst into tears.

The birth was tough, they had never seen a jotun/human hybrid before so the healers didn’t know what to expect. Luckily Thor asked for the assistance of Pepper Potts and she was able to get the best doctors that were still there after the snap. They worked alongside Asgards remaining healers and delivered your twins successfully.

Years went on and then after the Avengers defeated Thanos, Thor took some time to travel around the universe. The boys were older and they were starting to go to school, you made sure to teach them your Earth customs while they were also living in New Asgard surrounded by Asgardians learning their culture as well.

The boys are now going on 8 years old and are currently in the 3rd grade. They have their math, science, social studies and language arts classes but they also have seidr lessons. Another trait that they inherited from their father and they almost destroyed your house on multiple occasions. Never on purpose of course, most of the time it would be completely random. You didn’t know anything about magic so you asked one of the Asgardian healers at work and she recommended one of the old seidr teachers that survived Ragnarok.

So now twice a week after their other classes, they have their seidr lessons.

They know who their dad is. You explained to them about what happened in New York, how he was controlled by Thanos, you didn’t tell them how he died..maybe when they were older. You did make sure that they knew he would’ve loved them desperately. And you know he would have, you just hope you are raising them the way he would’ve wanted.

You all finish your meals, “alright guys, you wanna watch a movie or have a game night?” It was Friday night so no need to be up early the next day for school and being Prince Loki’s baby momma has its perks, like not working on the weekends…

Narfi looks at you, “can we go outside and make s’mores?”

You nod, “sure baby we can do that..Vali? You ok with that or did you want to do something else?”

He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, his eyes trained on the ceiling, “no, s’mores sounds good. Just gimmie a minute, I’m stuffed..”

You giggle at his silliness, “alright boys, help me clean up here and we can go outside and get the s’mores started.”

They help you clean up after dinner and collect all of the items for their s’mores, you get outside with some blankets just in case you get cold. The boys of course never get cold..

You start the fire in the small pit you have in your backyard and hand the boys their tools for s’mores.

You are about to get started roasting and then you see an orange door pop up out of nowhere on the other side of the backyard.

You stand up and make sure the boys are behind you, you get your phone ready to call Val just in case.

You wait a moment and then out steps Loki.

He’s wearing a dirty button up, a tie and slacks. His short hair a mess and he’s covered in bruises and cuts.

He looks at you for a moment, “y/n?”

“What the hell is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“Mom?” You hear Narfi behind you sounding so small and afraid.

You turn and look at the twins, “go inside and lock the door, do not come out until you hear my or Aunt Val’s voice. Understand?”

Vali stands tall, “no mom, we’re not leaving. Is that….?…”

“I don’t know who that is baby, but it is not your father.” You try to calm him.

“I beg your pardon? Did you just say father?” You hear Loki ask behind you.

You turn around, “You..You don’t talk!”…you say sharply to him.

He holds his hands up in surrender, his eyebrows raised at the tone of your voice.

“Mom…that’s dad..”

“No baby, it’s not. Your dad died, I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

“How can you say that?! He’s standing right there!”

“Vali, let me talk to him alone and see what this is about.”

“No, we talk to him together.” He insists.

“No Vali, he could be dangerous..”

He ignores you and looks to Loki.

“Are you my dad?”

Loki looks uncomfortable, “I…It’s hard to explain.”

“We have time it’s not a school night.”

“Vali! Go inside with your brother.”

“No! You lied to us. You just wanted to keep us from him!”

“No baby, I promise you. Let me talk to him, when I know it’s safe you and your brother can ask all of the questions you want.”

Vali looks at you and then looks at Loki.

“Don’t hurt my mom.”

“Loki holds up his hands again, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Vali takes Narfi by the shoulders and leads him inside, no doubt to sit by the window and keep a close eye on the two adults outside.

You watch them close the door and you turn your gaze to Loki.

“Who are you?”

“I am Loki, though not the Loki you knew. I am from a different timeline.”

“Ok..and what are you doing here?”

“As I said..it’s hard to explain.”

“Well like my son said, it’s not a school night…I have the time.”

“Are they truly my…your Loki’s children?”

You take a moment to think about how you should answer him, he could still be an imposter just wanting to hurt you and take your powerful children. You can imagine the children of Loki would sell for a high price.

“Yes.”

“And he died?”

“Yes, Thanos…” you clear the lump in your throat and try to hold back your tears, “Thanos killed him on his way to Earth. What are you doing here?”

“I am looking for a new timeline to call home, you see my timeline no longer exists. I have no home, I have been traveling to different timelines to find one where I can assimilate myself into. So far this is the only one that seems like it would fit my needs.”

“Your needs? And what would your needs be?”

“Peace. I just want peace.”

“So you choose a timeline where you have kids? You sure you don’t want to search some more?”

“No, please..they seem…wonderful. What family do I have left in this timeline?”

“Umm..your brother is still alive..that’s it.”

“Ah..I was hoping I found one where mother might’ve survived..”

“This is crazy, why should I believe any of this?”

He takes a few steps towards you closing the distance, “I remember you from New York, you tried desperately to save me, to reach to my humanity. To be honest with you whenever you were around the Other’s influence was less effective. The last I remember of you, I had left you at your home far away from the city to keep you safe. I promised you I would come for you after my victory.”

“Yea well you lost and went to Asgard and then you came and got me like 2 years later. We lived on Asgard together for a while and then when Ragnarok happened we all came here..well you died on the way..”

“Yes. Thanos..he..he his dead on this timeline now yes?” He asks nervously.

“Yea he’s dead, thanks to the Avengers and then some.”

He breathes in relief, “good…good.”

You take a good look at him and he looks disheveled, “did you want to come inside and get some water?”

“Yes, water would be lovely, thank you.”

You make your way to the house and you hear the sound of the boys running from the window, probably getting into a position to make it look like they weren’t watching them from the window.

“Boys? You can come out..”

You see them walk out of Vali’s room hand in hand.

“Ok guys..this is a lot to take in..I’m not even sure if I understand it to be honest..come sit and I’ll explain.”

The twins sit down and you tell them what Loki told you, “so you see guys, your father, from our timeline did die. This Loki is from a different one where you guys don’t exist yet.”

Narfi finally finds his voice, “so this daddy doesn’t love you?”

You look over at Loki and he again had a very uncomfortable look on his face, “no baby, this Loki doesn’t love me.”

He looks down sadly, “oh..”

You lift up Narfi’s face with your finger, “what’s wrong baby?”

His blue eyes fill with tears and he sniffles, “I was hoping that this daddy would stay with us and we can be a family…but if he doesn’t love you then he won’t want to stay..”

Loki kneels in front of Narfi, “oh my boy, I have to learn my place here in this time, I wish to spend as much time with you two as I can..if that’s alright?”

Loki looks over to you, silently asking permission. You look over at the twins and they have the same look on their little faces. Spitting images of their father.

“It’s getting late, we’ll talk more about all of this in the morning.”

“But mooommm!” Vali let’s out a wine, “but mom nothing, you guys are up way later than usual. Come on go brush your teeth and get in bed.”

“Fiiinnee..” they both walk over to you and give you a hug and a kiss.

Narfi walks over to Loki and puts out his hand, Loki looks down at it and then takes Narfi’s little hand in his giving it a little shake.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Narfi.” Loki looks over to Vali, “and you as well Vali, I am glad to see your mother has a strong protector in her home.”

Vali doesn’t say anything, just looks at Loki suspiciously and reaches for Narfi’s hand. “Come on Narfi, let’s get ready for bed.”

The twins leave you and Loki in the living room and you look over at Loki, “hungry?”

He thinks a moment, “actually yes..”

“Ok, I’ll fix you a plate.” You get up and go to the kitchen, you grab some of the left over lasagna and warm it up. As you’re getting his meal ready, Loki walked into the kitchen and watched you work.

You place his plate on the table and pull out the chair, “your meal your highness.”

He laughs and you are hit was a pang of sadness, you missed Loki so much, but this isn’t your Loki.

He sits down and starts to eat, “this is delicious!”

You giggle, “thank you. You can sleep in the guest room, it used to be Thor’s old room so you might find some of his things in there still.”

He all of a sudden looks upset.

“Ah, so even the woman that bore my children was enamored by my brother. Tell me. Did you immediately jump into my brothers bed after my death or did you wait until my body was cold at least?”

“You don’t get to do that. You have no idea what it has been like. Your brother was all we had after you died. I have never, will never sleep with Thor. I haven’t been able to sleep with anyone since you died. I can’t stop seeing your eyes when I close mine, your laugh, your smile..your death broke me Loki, if I wasn’t pregnant with the boys….”

You dry your eyes and stand up from the dinner table, “the bathroom is down the hall, last door on the right. The guest room is next door to it, you can use that for now while we try to get ahold of your brother to figure out what we’re going to do from here.”

You don’t say anything else and you don’t give him the opportunity to say anything, you just turn around and leave towards your room.

You get to your room and close the door, you rest your back against it and slide down, tears streaming down your face. This was too much. How were you going to do this?

Knock Knock Knock

“Y/n” you hear Loki’s voice on the other side.

“What?”

“Can we speak? Please?”

You dry your face once again, stand up and open the door.

You see Loki, looking down in shame.

“I’m sorry y/n. I had no right. You are absolutely correct, I have no idea what it was like for you after my…his death. I am thankful my brother stayed and helped you with the twins, it’s what I would expect of my family.”

You look up at him and finally meet his gaze, “thank you for your apology Loki, I forgive you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, we’ll talk more ok?”

“Yes. Until then.”

He turns and walks down the hall, you close the door again and get ready for bed. Anxious for what tomorrow is going to bring.

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doumadono · 8 days

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Warnings: graphic descriptions of amputation, blood and gore, a dash of dark humour at the very end, viking themes, mentions of sacrifices

A/N: this original story was commissioned by @amelia-quining on my Ko-fi page. Thank you once again for trusting me with your request. I really hope this little fic meets your expectations ♥

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

In the far reaches of the north of Sweden, nestled amidst towering firs, rugged cliffs and ancient stones, lay the Viking settlement of Hurgå, where the chill winds carried whispers of ancient gods and forgotten rituals.

Hurgå was a quaint settlement nestled amidst the rugged terrain of the northern lands. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, it exuded an aura of rugged beauty and ancient mystique. The village consisted of sturdy wooden structures, their roofs adorned with thatch, blending seamlessly with the natural landscape. Narrow dirt paths wound their way between the buildings, lined with wildflowers and patches of vibrant greenery.

In the heart of Hurgå, overlooking the settlement square, stood a modest yet revered structure: the temple dedicated to the glory of Odin, the Allfather. Built with sturdy timber and adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from ancient legends, the temple served as a focal point for the spiritual life of the community.

Hurgå was a place of untamed beauty and unyielding harshness, where the whispers of ancient gods still lingered in the crisp mountain air, and where the people revered the old ways with unwavering devotion.

Among them was Åse.

The girl, in her mid-20s, possessed a striking appearance that captivated those around her. Her long, lustrous ginger hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features. Emerald eyes sparkled with intelligence and depth, drawing others into their gaze. Freckles adorned her nose and cheeks like constellations against her porcelain skin, as pale as moonlight, that felt soft and smooth to the touch, like freshly fallen snow. Despite her slender frame and lack of height, there was an undeniable allure to her presence, and many young men found themselves enchanted by her beauty, but alas, their affections remained unrequited. As a devout priestess of Odin, her heart belonged solely to her divine calling, and no earthly suitor could sway her dedication.

Åse was not like the other women of Hurgå. While they busied themselves with domestic chores and tending to the hearth, she sought knowledge and enlightenment in the shadow of the temple built for the glory of Allfather. Her dreams were filled with visions of the future, and she longed to become a seer, a vessel through which Odin's will could be known.

During the summer solstice, when the boundaries between the hominal realm and the divine were said to blur, Åse made the pilgrimage to Uppsala, the sacred center of worship for the northern tribes. There, amidst the throngs of pilgrims and the intoxicating scent of burning incense, she partook in the sacred rituals and consumed the potent hallucinogenic brew offered by the temple priests that would allow her to transcend the mortal realm.

As Åse consumed the potent hallucinogenic brew, the world around her began to shift and warp, blurring the lines between reality and the ethereal. Colors danced before her eyes, swirling and merging into intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with life. Her senses heightened, and she felt as though she were being pulled into another realm.

In her trance, Åse found herself standing in a vast, mist-shrouded forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and soggy earth, and a sense of ancient wisdom seemed to permeate the very atmosphere. As she walked deeper into the forest, she felt a presence watching her, a powerful and otherworldly presence that seemed to emanate from the very trees themselves.

Amidst the haze, a figure began to materialize before her. He stood tall and imposing, his form wreathed in ethereal light. His features were sharp and regal, with piercing eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages. Though she had never beheld a man so fine in her life, she felt an unmistakable sense of recognition, as if she had known him in some distant time or place. It was him. It was the Allfather.

With a voice barely above a whisper, the girl spoke, her words tinged with gratitude. "Thank you, my lord," she murmured, her voice barely audible amidst the swirling energies of the trance. "For your guidance and your presence in my mere life."

"Daughter of the north," the man spoke, his voice resonating with power. "You have come seeking knowledge and guidance. Ask, and I shall provide."

"Great Allfather," Åse began, her words echoing in the sacred space. "I seek your knowledge and your blessing. I wish to become a seer, to dedicate myself fully to your teachings and to serve you with all that I am."

When he spoke, his voice was like thunder rolling across the heavens, yet infused with a gentle warmth that enveloped Åse like a comforting embrace. "My child," he replied, his words resonating deep within her soul, "Your heart is pure, and your spirit is strong. I grant you my blessing and the gift of sight. May you use it wisely, and may your visions guide you on the path of enlightenment."

With those words, Åse felt a profound sense of connection to the divine.

Odin's voice echoed in her mind once again, his gaze piercing through her very soul. "But such power comes at a price. Will you prove yourself worthy, my child?"

With unwavering determination, Åse knelt before the man, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I am all yours to command, Allfather," she declared, her voice resolute.

"To wield such power, one must prove themselves worthy," the god intoned, his one-eyed gaze piercing into Åse's very soul. "Are you prepared to make the necessary sacrifice?"

Åse's heart pounded in her chest as she contemplated the weight of Odin's words. This was no simple bargain; it was a test of her dedication and resolve. But deep within her, she felt a stirring, a flicker of determination that burned brighter with each passing moment. "I am," she declared, her voice steady despite the tremble in her limbs. "I will give all that I am, if it means serving you, Allfather."

A solemn nod from Odin confirmed her choice, his presence seeming to fill all of her being with an otherworldly aura. "Then let it be done," he commanded, his tone both solemn and commanding.

Suddenly, Åse's vision blurred and the world around her seemed to fade into darkness. She felt herself falling, tumbling into a black abyss of oblivion, her senses overwhelmed by the weight of her decision. Time lost its meaning as she drifted in the void, her mind awash with visions of the future and the divine presence of the Allfather.

When she finally awoke, it was with a sense of disorientation, her head swimming with dizziness. But even as she struggled to steady herself, there was a newfound certainty burning within her soul. She knew, without a doubt, that what she had experienced was real, as real as her own flesh.

Determined to fulfill her destiny, Åse made her way to the highest priest of Uppsala, her steps unsteady but resolute.

Odin's temple in Uppsala stood as a grand testament to the reverence and awe inspired by the ancient deity. The temple itself was a structure of grandeur and majesty, constructed of sturdy timber beams and adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from Norse mythology. Massive wooden doors, carved with symbols of Odin's authority, guarded the entrance, inviting only the most devout worshippers to pass through.

Inside, the temple's interior was bathed in the warm glow of flickering torches, casting dancing shadows across the polished stone floors. The air was heavy with the scent of burning incense, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest.

At the heart of the temple stood a great altar, adorned with offerings of mead, bread, and other treasures laid out as gifts to the Allfather. Above it, a towering statue of Odin loomed, his piercing gaze seeming to follow the movements of those who entered.

Around the altar, worshippers gathered in reverent silence, their faces upturned in prayer and supplication. The atmosphere was charged with a palpable sense of reverence and devotion as pilgrims sought to commune with the divine and receive the blessings of the Allfather.

As Åse entered the sacred halls of the temple, she soon was led to the back of the temple by an elder woman, and upon entering the chamber of the highest priest, she felt meaningless.

The priest, adorned in ceremonial robes and wreathed in the flickering light of candles, regarded her with solemn gravity. "Åse," he intoned, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the stone walls of the chamber.

Surprised by the priest's knowledge of her name, the long-haired girl furrowed her ginger brow in confusion. "How do you know my name?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

The priest regarded her with a knowing gaze. "Child," he said, his voice grave and solemn, "The Allfather sees all and knows all. He has watched over you since the day you were born, guiding your footsteps and weaving the tapestry of your destiny, leading you to this exact place."

Åse's eyes widened in astonishment at his words, a shiver coursing down her spine. "The Allfather..." the ginger murmured, her mind reeling with the implications of his revelation.

The priest nodded solemnly, his expression unreadable. "Indeed," he replied. "He has chosen you for a great purpose, Åse. Embrace your destiny, for it is a path that few are privileged to walk. Now, tell me, my child, what did you see in your vision?”

She recounted her vision. With each word, she felt the weight of her commitment grow heavier, yet she knew that she was ready to embrace whatever fate awaited her. She had never felt so chosen, yet the weight of her destiny felt heavy upon her shoulders, so she regarded the man’s words with a single nod.

"You have come seeking the blessing of the Allfather, but know that the path you tread is one of great peril."

Åse nodded, her gaze steady as she met the priest's solemn gaze. "I understand, honored one. I am prepared to make this sacrifice."

The priest inclined his head in acknowledgment, his expression grave. "Very well. You understand the magnitude of what you are about to undertake. This path is one of solitude and sacrifice, and none may accompany you on your journey."

Åse swallowed hard, steeling herself for the ordeal ahead. "I will not falter," she vowed, her voice ringing with pure determination. "I will see this through to the end."

“What did you offer to Odin himself in exchange for his favor?" the priest inquired, his voice low and grave.

Åse squared her shoulders, meeting the man's gaze with determination. "I offered my left arm," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart.

The man placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch a silent benediction. "May the gods grant you strength and wisdom in the trials ahead. You walk a path that few dare to tread, but know that you do so with their blessing."

The priest's movements were deliberate as he approached a small box resting on the desk, surrounded by flickering candles. With a solemn air, he opened the lid, revealing the sacrificial knife nestled within. The blade gleamed in the dim light, its sharp edge catching the glow of the candles.

Carefully, the man lifted the knife from the box, wrapping it in a linen cloth before handing it to Åse. "This is the tool of your sacrifice," he said, his voice low and solemn. "To fulfill your oath to Odin, you must wield it with purpose and conviction."

He placed the knife gently into Åse's open hands, his touch reverent. "Remember, Åse," he continued, his words weighted with significance, "The sacrifice you make tomorrow will bind you to Odin's will for eternity. Use the blade wisely, for it is a symbol of your destiny."

On a crisp dawn, Åse knelt before the towering statue of Odin, her heart pounding with anticipation. She was about to make the ultimate sacrifice, a testament to her love and devotion. Clad in a simple white shift, her left arm was bare, the spot where it would be severed was marked with a rune of courage.

Åse began her prayer, her voice echoing in the silent temple.

“Hinn almáttki Óðinn, Alföðr, heyr minn bæn. Veit mér styrk og hugrekki til að takast á við þessa áskorun, til að fórna af sjálfum mér í þínu nafni."

Åse's fingers wrapped around the sacrificial knife, its weight heavy in her palm.

The blade gleamed with a deadly sheen, its edge honed to a razor-sharpness that promised swift and merciless precision. Adorned with ancient runes, the handle pulsed with an otherworldly energy, each symbol whispering secrets of power and sacrifice. It was a weapon of old, forged in the fires of tradition and steeped in the blood of ages past. And now, it awaited its next offering, hungry for the flesh that would feed its ancient hunger.

With a steady hand, Åse tested the blade's edge, marveling at its keenness as it sliced effortlessly through the skin on the pad of her left index finger. Åse hissed as the sharp blade met her skin, a bead of crimson welling up from the shallow cut. The sting of pain was sharp and quick, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through it, her determination unwavering. This sacrifice was necessary, a small price to pay for the knowledge and power she sought.

As she prepared herself for the task ahead, Åse knew that this blade held the key to her destiny. With its bite, she would carve her path into the annals of history, marking herself as a vessel for the divine will. And though her heart trembled with fear, her resolve remained unshaken, for she understood the importance of the sacrifice that lay before her.

She hadn't conducted any prior research, but fortunately, one of her closest friends, Helga, had assisted a healer back in Hurgå. Åse had witnessed a few instances where limbs were amputated due to the severe injuries sustained by their warriors in battles against Christians or other settlements.

Åse scolded herself inwardly, chastising her own hesitance. "Foolish," she thought, a twinge of uncertainty began to creep into the recesses of her mind, gnawing at her resolve like a relentless predator stalking its prey. "Every moment wasted is another moment of doubt and hesitation. Allfather awaits my sacrifice, and I cannot afford to falter now."

Gripping the sacrificial knife tightly in her hand, she positioned it just at the crook of her left elbow. Her emerald eyes shone with anticipation. With a shaky exhale, she pressed the blade against her skin, feeling the cold steel bite into her flesh with a sickening crunch.

The first incision was precise, the sharp edge of the blade slicing effortlessly through the layers of dermis and epidermis. A jolt of excruciating pain shot through her arm, causing her to scream in the overwhelming agony. Sweat beaded on her ginger brow as she fought to steady her trembling hand, each movement of the blade sending shockwaves of torment coursing through her body. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she summoned every ounce of determination she possessed and began to saw through her flesh.

As the blade penetrated deeper, the resistance was greater, the tissue denser, but the blade pressed on, its edge biting into the flesh with a relentless determination.

A white-hot agony threatened to overwhelm her completely.

With each sawing motion, Åse felt a searing pain shoot through her arm, radiating outward from the point of contact. The nerves screamed in protest as the blade severed them, sending waves of agony coursing through her body. Blood welled up from the wound, flowing freely down her arm and pooling on the ground below.

As the blade cut through muscle and sinew with alarming ease, Åse could feel the resistance give way, the tissue parting like silk under the blade. The sound of tearing flesh filled the air, accompanied by the sickening sensation of her own thick blood coating her skin.

With each agonizing cut, she felt a piece of herself being torn away, sacrificed in the name of her destiny. The sound of her own labored breathing filled the air, punctuated by the wet, guttural sound of flesh being torn asunder. Her entire being was screaming in protest as she fought to keep moving.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of burning incense. Her hands slick with blood as she worked to complete the grisly task.

With a steady hand, the ginger girl applied more pressure to the blade. There was a sickening sensation as the blade sliced through muscles and tendon, but she pushed past it. With a deft movement, she twisted the knife, using its keen edge to pry apart the joint.

Finally, with a final, decisive stroke, there was a soft pop as the joint gave way, and Åse's arm fell down to the floor with a sickening thud, leaving a gaping wound in its wake. Blood poured from the stump, staining the ground and her robes crimson as Åse crumpled to the floor to her knees, her vision swimming with pain and dizziness, her body wracked with pain and exhaustion. She had done it. She had made the ultimate sacrifice.

In that moment, she felt a surge of power unlike anything she had ever known, and she knew that the Allfather was offering her a gift beyond imagining. And then a shroud of darkness descended upon her, swallowing her whole.

Åse didn't know how long she had been unconscious, or if she had crossed the threshold into death itself.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness that stung her vision. Blinking away the discomfort, she took in her surroundings, and realized she was lying on a small bed, adorned with furs. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the pungent aroma of mead.

After a few moments of disorientation, Åse tentatively turned her head to the left. With hesitant movements, she lifted the fur covering her upper shoulder, revealing the neatly wrapped bandages that concealed the absence of her forearm. The absence of her limb sent a shiver down her spine, yet she could still feel its phantom presence, a sensation that made her gasp.

Tears welled in her eyes once more as she gently laid her head back against the pillow. "Thank you, Allfather," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet chamber.

The door creaked open, and an elderly woman entered the room, carrying a bowl filled with fresh bandages. With a gentle smile, she approached Åse's bedside. "You've been unconscious for nearly two weeks, child," the woman said softly, her voice filled with concern. "Many feared you wouldn't make it.”

Åse listened in stunned silence as the woman continued, explaining that her offering had been presented at the altar of Odin and later burnt alongside other tributes. The girl then inquired about when she could return home.

The woman offered a sympathetic smile. "That depends on how quickly you recover, my dear. But rest assured, we will do everything we can to aid your healing."

Åse returned to her settlement, Hurgå, greeted by the shocked and concerned faces of her fellow villagers. Whispers spread like wildfire as people noticed her armless state, and many approached her, their voices trembling with worry.

"Åse, what happened to you? Were you attacked on your trip to Uppsala?" they asked, their eyes wide with fear.

But Åse simply smiled, her demeanor calm and serene despite the questions. "No, I wasn't attacked," she reassured them. "It was an offering I made to the Allfather."

Some of the villagers exchanged skeptical glances, murmuring amongst themselves about her supposed delusions. They couldn't fathom why she would believe that Odin would accept such a lousy sacrifice.

Yet Åse remained undeterred, her faith unwavering as she returned to her daily life, determined to fulfill her destiny, no matter the cost.

Her best friend, Helga, rushed to greet Åse as well as soon as she spotted her. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in Åse's armless form, unable to hide her dismay. “Åse, what happened to you, sweetie?!"

The ginger slowly nodded her head. "Well, you know how I've always been a bit too giving," she joked, a wry smile playing on her lips. "I guess I just gave a little too much this time,” she let out a soft chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood despite the gravity of her situation.

Helga shook her head in disbelief, struggling to find the right words to express her shock, shaking her head dismissively. "I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, at a loss for words. "You've always been the crazy one," the other woman murmured, her voice tinged with emotion. "But I'm glad you're back, Åse. I missed you.”

Åse gave her friend a genuine smile. "Don't worry about it, Helga," she said with a reassuring smile. "I just made a sacrifice for something greater. It's all part of my journey."

And though some may have viewed her sacrifice with horror or pity, Åse wore her scar with pride, a testament to her unwavering devotion to the gods.

To Åse, the absence of her arm wasn't a sorrowful event, but a mark of pride, a testament to her commitment to Odin and her readiness to give for a noble cause. As she faced the days ahead with a clearer vision and renewed resolve, she understood that her decision was one she'd never rue. By sacrificing a piece of herself, she'd acquired something profound - a bond with the divine and a destiny that would guide her path forevermore.

#original female character #original fiction #original character #original story #fiction #viking themes #kofi commission #writing commission #writing commission open #dark fic #dark themes #original writing #writers on tumblr #tw blood #divider by cafekitsune #original one shot #my writing #my original writing

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rainbowstargazerlilies · 6 months

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Mechs Ships Tournament Master Post!

I'll be editing this as time goes on, so stay tuned!

TRANSPORT SHIPS BRACKET

Round 1:

Poll 1: Völuspá vs Lunar Cannon -- Winner: Lunar Cannon

Poll 2: Sky Train vs Tim's Death Ship -- Winner: Tim's Death Ship

Poll 3: SS Anderson vs Octokittens -- Winner: Octokitten

Poll 4: Fort Galfridian vs Muffet Spider-Class Fighter -- Winner: Fort Galfridian

Poll 5: Silvana vs Pandora -- Winner: Silvana

Poll 6: Moon Kaiser Life Pod vs Rose Red Behemoth -- Winner: Moon Kaiser Life Pod

Poll 7: Arthur's Life Pod vs Exploration Vessel Nalfgar -- Winner: Arthur's Life Pod

Round 2:

Poll 1: Gunpowder Tim Edition-- Lunar Cannon vs Tim's Death Ship -- Winner: Tim's Death Ship

Poll 2: Octokitten vs Fort Galfridian -- Winner-- Octokitten

Poll 3: Silvana vs Moon Kaiser Life Pod vs Arthur's Life Pod-- Arthur's Life Pod

SEMIFINAL:

Poll 1: Tim's Death Ship vs Octokitten vs Arthur's Life Pod -- Winner: Octokittens

Odette vs Aurora vs the Ratatosk Express -- Winner: Aurora

Final:

Aurora vs Octokittens

Runners Up:

Runner Up Poll

WINNER: AURORA

RELATIONSHIPS BRACKET:

Preliminary:

Poll 1: Brian/TS vs Brian/King Cole vs Mechs Fic Author/Angst Winner: Mechs Fic Author/Angst

Poll 2: Marquis De All The Knives/Gunpowder Tim vs Drumbot Beta/Drumbot Brian vs Marius/Ken vs Ariadne/Scheherazade Winner: Marquis/Tim

Poll 3: TS/Mechs QPR vs Bertie/Jonny/Tim vs Aurora/TARDIS (Dr Who) Winner: Bertie/Jonny/Tim

Poll 4: Marius/Tim vs Tim/Happiness vs King Cole/Jonah Magnus (TMA) Winner: Tim/Happiness

Poll 5: Drumbot Brian/Ivy vs Aurora/Nastya/Raphaella vs Ivy/Brain Cell Winner: Aurora/Nastya/Raphaella

Poll 6: Briar Rose/Cinders vs Apollo/Drumbot Brian vs Lyfrassir Edda/Martin (TMA) Winner: Briar/Cinders

Poll 7: Narcissus/Orpheus QPR vs Ashes/Ulysses vs Thor/Vengeance Winner: Narcissus/Orpheus QPR

Poll 8: Ashes/Brian/Tim vs King Cole/Moon Kaiser vs Lyfrassir Edda/A Nap vs Thor/Baldur QPR Winner: Lyf/Nap

Poll 9: Athena/Raphaella vs Lyf/Lif and Lifthrasir (Original Norse Myth) vs Briar/Jonny Winner: Athena/Raphaella

Poll 10: Brian/Ivy/Tim vs Ianthe/Iphis vs Lyfrassir Edda/A Break Winner: Lyf/A Break

Poll 11: Ashes/Brian/Ivy/Tim vs Penelope/Ulysses vs Heracles/Therapy/Anger Management Winner: Penelope/Ulysses

Poll 12: Ivy/Jonny vs Artemis/Actea/Lyssa vs Odin/Crawling Chaos Winner: Odin/Crawling Chaos

Poll 13: Raphaella/Victoria Frankenstein vs Train/YogSothoth vs Marquis De All The Knives/Knives vs Ivy/Raphaella/Sasha (TMA) Winner: Marquis/Knives

Poll 14: Carmilla/Raphaella vs Tim/Moon vs Elias (TMA)/Lyfrassir Edda vs Annabel (DONA)/Carmilla Winner: Tim/Moon

Poll 15: Aurora/Brian/Ivy vs Ashes/Brian/Nastya vs Jack Spratt/Jonny Winner: Jack/Jonny

Poll 16: Stranger and Partner from Stranger vs Brian/Galahad/Jonny vs Odin/Dr. Carmilla/Raphaella/Victoria Frankenstein TIE

Poll 17: Lyf/Yog Sothoth vs Jonny/Violence vs Ashes/Lyf vs Carmilla/William Afton (FNAF) Winner: Jonny/Violence

Poll 18: Ivy/Nastya vs bertie/the moon kaiser/queen (band)/queen george the 7th/the queen of hearts/queen elizabeth the second/queen elizabeth the onest/brian vs Fra’nika (Dames and Dragons/Legendlark)/Ivy Winner: Ivy/Nastya

Poll 19: Briar/Cinders/Red Hood vs Jonny/Narrative Flow vs Carlos (WTNV)/Raphaella (QPR) Winner: Jonny/Narrative Flow

Round One (finished 12/14)

Poll 1: Polymechs vs Mechs Fic Author/Angst Winner-- Polymechs

Poll 2: Tim/Narrative Flow vs Annabelle (TMA)/Carmilla/Odin Winner-- Tim/Narrative Flow

Poll 3: Marquis De All The Knives/Gunpowder Tim vs Nastya/Aurora Winner-- Nastya/Aurora

Poll 4: Aurora/Brian QPR vs Brian/Nastya QPR Winner-- Aurora/Brian QPR

Poll 5: Bertie/Jonny/Tim vs Ariadne/Power Winner-- Bertie/Jonny/Tim

Poll 6: Violinspector vs Tim/Happiness Winner-- Violinspector

Poll 7: Jonny/Tim/TS vs Siegfried/Odette Winner-- Siegfried/Odette

Poll 8: Loki/Sigyn vs Aurora/Nastya/Raphaella Winner-- Loki/Sigyn

Poll 9: Odin/Train vs DTTM Moons Winner-- Odin/Train

Poll 10: The Pendragons (Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot) vs Briar/Cinders Winner-- Pendragons

Poll 11: Ivy/Raphaella vs Narcissus/Orpheus QPR Winner-- Ivy/Raphaella

Poll 12: Lyf/Nap vs Hearteyes (Tim/Jonny) Winner-- Hearteyes

Poll 13: Athena/Raphaella vs Carmilla/Odin Winner-- Carmilla/Odin

Poll 14: Lyf/A Break vs Tim/Bertie Winner-- Tim/Bertie

Poll 15: Penelope/Ulysses vs Prison Mechs And Lyf Winner-- Prison Mechs And Lyf

Poll 16: Ashes/Tim vs Odin/Crawling Chaos Winner-- Ashes/Tim

Poll 17: Brian/Jonny/Tim vs Polymechs And Lyf Winner-- Polymechs And Lyf

Poll 18: Voluspa/Pandora vs Marquis De All The Knives/Dr Pilchard Winner-- Dr Knives

Poll 19: Cinders/Rose vs Prison Mechs Winner-- Cinders/Rose

Poll 20: Brian/Jonny vs Marquis De All the Knives/Knives Winner-- Brian/Jonny

Poll 21: Ivy/Tim vs Tim/Moon Winner-- Ivy/Tim

Poll 22: Marius/Raphaella vs Arachne/Scheherazade Winner-- Marius/Raphaella

Poll 23: Jack Spratt/Jonny vs Ashes/Jonny Winner-- Ashes/Jonny

Poll 24: Briar/Pandora vs Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella Winner-- Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella

Poll 25: Brian/Tim vs Jonny/Violence Winner-- Brian/Tim

Poll 26: Mordred/The Sun vs Jonny/TS Winner-- Jonny/TS

Poll 27: Ivy/Nastya vs Brian/Lyf (QPR) Winner-- Ivy/Nastya

Poll 28: Jonny/Raphaella vs Annabelle (TMA)/Carmilla Winner-- Jonny/Raphaella

Poll 29: Jonny/Narrative Flow vs Brian/Galahad Winner-- Brian/Galahad

Poll 30: Void/Azathoth vs Raphaella/Walls Of Hell Winner-- Raphaella/Walls Of Hell

Poll 31: Ashes/Ivy vs Hatter/Hare Winner-- Hatter/Hare

Poll 32: Stranger/Partner vs Odin/Yog Sothoth vs Brian/Galahad/Jonny Winner-- Stranger/Partner

Round Two

Poll 1: Polymechs vs Tim/Narrative Flow -- Winner: Polymechs

Poll 2: Nastya/Aurora vs Aurora/Brian QPR-- Winner: Nastya/Aurora

Poll 3: Bertie/Jonny/Tim vs Violinspector -- Winner: Violinspector

Poll 4: Tragic Lesbians In Space Edition: Siegfried/Odette vs Loki/Sigyn -- Winner: Loki/Sigyn

Poll 5: Odin/Train vs HNOC Trio-- Winner: HNOC Trio

Poll 6: Ivy/Raphaella vs Jonny/Tim -- Winner: Ivy/Raphaella

Poll 7: Carmilla/Odin vs Tim/Bertie -- Winner: Tim/Bertie

Poll 8: Prison Mechs And Lyf vs Ashes/Tim -- Winner: Prison Mechs and Lyf

Poll 9: Polymechs And Lyf vs Marquis De All The Knives/Dr Pilchard -- Winner: Polymechs And Lyf

Poll 10: Cinders/Rose vs Brian/Jonny -- Winner: Cinders/Rose

Poll 11: Ivy/Tim vs Marius/Raphaella -- Winner: Marius/Raphaella

Poll 12: Ashes/Jonny vs Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella -- Winner: Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella

Poll 13: Brian/Tim vs Jonny/TS -- Winner: Brian/Tim

Poll 14: Ivy/Nastya vs Jonny/Raphaella -- Winner: Ivy/Nastya

Poll 15: Brian/Galahad vs Raphaella/Walls Of Hell -- Winner: Brian/Galahad

Poll 16: (Surprise All Tim/Brian Edition): Hatter/Hare vs Stranger Partner -- Winner: Hatter/Hare

ROUND 3!

Poll 1: Polymechs vs Nastya/Aurora Winner: Polymechs

Poll 2: Violinspector vs Loki/Sigyn Winner: Loki/Sigyn

Poll 3: HNOC Trio vs Ivy/Raphaella Winner: HNOC Trio

Poll 4: Tim/Bertie vs Prison Mechs and Lyf Winner (AFTER RUNOFF): Prison Mechs And Lyf

Poll 5: Polymechs And Lyf vs Cinders/Rose Winner: Polymechs and Lyf

Poll 6: Marius/Raphaella vs Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella Winner: Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella

Poll 7: Brian/Tim vs Ivy/Nastya Winner: Brian/Tim

Poll 8: Brian/Galahad vs Hatter/Hare Winner: Hatter/Hare

Round 4

Poll 1: Polymechs vs Loki/Sigyn WENT TO RUNOFFS, BOTH WON

Poll 2: HNOC Trio vs Prison Mechs and Lyf HNOC Trio

Poll 3: Polymechs And Lyf vs Ivy/Nastya/Raphaella Polymechs and Lyf

Poll 4: Brian/Tim vs Hatter/Hare WENT TO RUNOFFS, NONE WON

Round 5

Poll 1: Polymechs And Lyf vs Loki/Sigyn-- Polymechs won

Poll 2: Polymechs vs HNOC Trio-- HNOC trio won.

Resurrection Round

Part 1: Nastya/Aurora won

Part 2: Violinspector won.

FINAL ROUND

#mechs ships tournament #the mechs #the mechanisms #so many ships

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scalacaelumxx · 9 months

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Khdr AU where almost everything is the same, except everyone has wings. It’s a little something I’ve been working on (and writing a lot about) and I finally finished the Lowerclassmen!

Wing notes + a tiny au lore dump under the cut:

In Scalan society, eagle and crane wings are preferred and more desirable to every other type. Eagles for their strength and size, cranes for their symbolism and heritage. Anyone who has a pair of them are typically seen as more capable/important. If wings are permanently damaged, it’s seen as shameful/frowned upon, so keyblade wielders have to take great care in protecting them while they battle.

Usually flight training starts at about 16 years of age, because their wings aren’t grown enough to carry them until then. They keep growing until about 20-21.

Letting someone touch your wings or groom them is an excellent sign of trust.

Xehanort: White Bellied Sea Eagle

- A not insignificant amount of people are skeptical of his wings, because an outsider shouldn’t have wings in the first place. And on the off chance they did, how did they end up with eagle wings? There’s a lot of distrust towards him among the upper circles.

- He also got a good grasp on flying relatively easily, which sparked some debate. He’s not interested in hearing the rumors.

- Only Eraqus is allowed to touch them, with Vor being an occasional exception.

Eraqus: Red Crowned Crane

- His wings are a rare sight and a very important status symbol. His family, Odin, and most of Scala ad Caelum’s leadership constantly pressure him to take care of them, but he’s constantly forgetting.

- Is a slow learner with flying. He can glide just fine, and uses them to glide to lower levels of the city instead of taking the stairs.

- He also forgets how big they are already and continuously bumps them into things or knocks things over.

Vor: Red Backed Shrike

- Her wings are small, but they have the most growing to do. Unfortunately she falls behind in flight lessons, and she worries about her classmates leaving her behind.

- To make up for this, she tries her best to take care of them, and grooms their wings. She knows she doesn’t have to, and they constantly offer her support, but she wants to do something.

- They flap when she’s excited or happy. When they’re finished growing, she’ll be a force to be reckoned with.

Baldr: Dove (damaged)

- His wings were damaged from birth, and he is very self conscious about it. Hoder is also very protective over him because of it.

- Because his right wing is particularly damaged, he won’t be able to fly unassisted. His classmates are continuously coming up with creative ways to bypass that.

- Hoder is the only one allowed near his wings, and she does most of his grooming.

Urd: Snowy Owl

- Her wings are especially fluffy and soft. Everyone loves them. She also loses the most feathers, so everyone knows who to blame when lots of little white feathers show up.

- Her wings are resistant to the cold, which works well with her tendency to use ice magic.

- They’re also naturally warm and very comfortable to be around

Hermod: Shoebill

- He takes very, very good care of his wings. He also takes very, very good care of his classmate’s wings in case they don’t.

- He inadvertently puts a lot of strain on his own though. He’s at the higher end of learning how to fly, but they’re always tense.

- When he’s irritated, they twitch in annoyance. The other’s lightheartedly poke fun at him for it.

Bragi: Bearded Vulture

- Those aren’t Bragi’s wings, they’re Luxu’s. When he took a new vessel, the vessel’s wings changed to his own. Luckily, Bragi’s natural wings were similar enough where with a little dye, no one noticed the change. He blamed the slight differences on his wing growth.

- Has to dye his constantly them ginger so the white doesn’t show and make other’s suspicious.

- He likes to use them to mess with people, and swats people or objects with them to mess around.

- He, being Luxu, is an expert at flying. Pretending he doesn’t know how to and having to willingly crash land during training is something he doesn’t particularly enjoy.

#khdr #kingdom hearts #kh au #wing au #Xehanort #Eraqus #Vor #Baldr #Urd #Hermod #Bragi #I don’t know why I love this au so much #I just think it’s neat #I’ve already got Vidar finished so the Upperclassmen are next!

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mamaangiwine · 1 year

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Worship of a god is sometimes simple recognition.

It is recognition when a god is in the rain or in the snow. When a god is in the lightning or the wind. It is appreciating a god in the rising of the sun or the light of the moon.

But it is also recognizing when a god is in you- When a god moves through you. Feels through you. Lives through you.

When I crack open a book and blindly devour it, read it as though I am hungrily searching for something larger and terrifying beneath its words, seeking for knowledge that could both potentially destroy me and yet set me free, I know that is Odin.

When I challenge myself physically, when I test my constitution and my stamina, or when I have mornings where I don't want to get of bed on account of fatigue or executive dysfunction but I do despite the enormity of the task, I know that's Fehérlófia.

When I wakeup in my room when it's dark and still and am left with a lingering sensation of a dream, or walk through a quiet whispering landscape of snow and feel the cold within me, when I become suddenly aware of my own looming death, I know that's Morana.

The gods have many physical forms; rocks, trees, sea and river, but we are their vessels that allow them to experience humanity for all that it is worth. We are the glove through which they feel all creation as only humans can, and in return they lend us their power. Acknowledgment of this exchange is important. Acknowledgement of this exchange is sometimes enough.

#ramblings #magic #folk magic #spirituality #magic practitioners #folklore #odin #feherlofia #morana #polytheism #gods #mythology #worship

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cryptictongues · 8 months

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pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x Leviathan!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 4.5k summary: You will be Barnabas's ruin.

warnings: porn with plot, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, praise kink, vaginal fingering, body worship, angst.

This was supposed to be an Enemies with Benefits type beat but lmao it shifted a little bit. Hope this kicks off the week for those that enjoy!

Spoilers from the very beginning of the game, as well as certain things about Barnabas you learn later in the game. Also, there are some references from FFXVI Ultimania. Explained some of that in a comment if interested!

There are a few lines used from the game in the beginning. I do not claim that I own those lines or anything that Square Enix has created.

[AO3 link]

Barnabas didn’t want to be here. Sitting here with Dhalmekian’s leaders as they list all the reasons that he should grant them his knights to fight against the Ironblood makes him mentally roll his eyes. He only accepted the invitation for this meeting to ensure the plan he has set forth is going as planned. All in its right place he tells himself.

“Did you not pledge your swords to our cause!? The Marshal yells, and all Barnabas can think of is how pathetic the Marshal is. Men begging for him to save them, as if they deserve saving. He feels Harbard take a defensive stance beside him, sword at the ready.

“Come now. Marshal–the king of Waloed is our guest.”

Silence spreads at that statement, as if they are remembering who it really was that they were in the presence of: Barnabas Tharmr, Warden of Ash and king of Waloed, and the Dominant of Odin… a Dominant that has slayed thousands upon thousands in battle with a single stroke of his blade. They knew not to step on his toes, or they too would seek the same fate, as well as a termination of allyship.

Barnabas turns to Harbard, shaking his head and scoffing at their pleas. Harbard goes at ease and looks to the Dhalmekian leadership. “And you have His Majesty’s answer.”

Groans and sighs waft around the room, no words being spoken as everyone contemplates their next moves. Barnabas casts his eyes down, thinking about how everything is going. His goal for this meeting is to have Hugo Kupka take the field as Titan, needing him to take down the Shiva Dominant that the Ironblood have so she can be captured. He needs all of the Dominants in the right place for this to work, and if he gets her, then everything will be set. Well almost.

Most of the Dominants outside his circle are exactly where he needs them. Bahamut is out of the way, staying within his means of commanding the Sanbrequois forces. Ramuh is out playing “hero”, most likely nearby to try and retrieve the Shiva Dominant. The Phoenix is six feet under where he belongs. All of this comes to fruition as the perfect vessel, his mythos, starts to come together. There is only one issue: you.

Leviathan, Goddess of Chaos. The one who should be by his side to bring on a new age. But you fail to see the bigger picture, and that has led you astray. It infuriates him. You infuriate him. It drives him mad that you could betray him, and potentially ruin everything he has laid out, yet still have a soft spot for you. It makes him sick to think that no matter how hard he tries to fight his urges, you are still able to make him remember that he is what he hates most: human.

Commotion returns his mental focus as he hears shouting coming from the hallway, blood curling screeches growing louder before everything falls silent again, aside from the footsteps approaching the double doors. Once the footsteps halt, the doors swing open… and there you are in all of your glory.

“Sorry to crash your meeting, my dear friends.” You say, bowing slightly, although Barnabas could tell it was in a mocking manner.

He keeps his face stoic, but his insides churn at the sight of you. It has been a few years since his last encounter with you. You had left him ten years ago, leaving not a trace of your whereabouts. It had sent him spiraling, as you were the last person, he expected to turn against him. The next time he saw you was a couple years later when he arrived back from Storm to the shores of Waloed, and he saw you there by the ship port. His first emotions were anger for how dare you show your face. That was until you climbed aboard, dragged him to the lower deck, and had fucked him on the floors on the Einherjar. Then you disappeared again, seeming to find him a couple times a year since and the both of you would engage in a few rough rounds before departing again. There are many times in the beginning he contemplated getting rid of you, the sting of treason heavy on his heart, but he grew to accept this agreement. If it meant he could be close to you, to share some semblance of the past when you were his most avid supporter, it would be enough. The last time he saw you was three years ago up until now, a big gap of time spent compared to the others. On the inside, he was surprised, but you tend to have a way with your timing on things.

You look older, but he still saw the radiance you allure, wearing a dark blue velvet gown that covers your every step. Collar bones exposed and skin glowing like the moon reflecting the sea. You are like a siren calling to him, and it was working because all Barnabas could think is how beautiful you are… and how cruel you could be all the same. Because he knew your presentation was for him, and that he would break. He always did.

You are standing by the table now, hands placed on top as you scan the room. Everyone looks shocked, not expecting surprise visitors, let alone a rogue Water Dominant. The reaction makes you smile; you love catching people by surprise. Your eyes land on Barnabas, and good stars above, he looks gorgeous. Chest slightly exposed, beautiful blue silk and black fabric in intricate form on his body. He really hasn’t aged a day.

Finally, a member from the Dhlamekian council stands, taking an immediate defense posture. “I don’t know how you bested our men, but you are not welcome here. This is between us and the Waloeders.”

You shrug. “Well thank goodness that I am a Waloeder. Well, by blood at least.”

Benedikta snickers, an obvious grimace on her face. “And you chose to leave, therefore I don’t think you have business here.”

You turn to her, a wicked smile appearing on your face. You walk towards her, placing your hand on her face to caress her smooth skin. “Oh, but I do, Benna.”

“Keep your hands off of her.” You hear a growl from across the room, turning to see it is none other than Titan himself. You feign innocence. “Or what? Are you going to put your hands on me? It’s not nice to manhandle a lady.” You turn fully to him now, a smirk forming over your innocent gaze. “Not that I personally mind it.”

Barnabas internally growls at your notion, moving his hand to his chin to keep his jaw locked. The last thing he needs is for his facade to slip.

You sense the Marshal stand, irritation clear on his face. “I’ll ask one more time to leave, or I’ll have my guards escort you out.”

You belt out a laugh. “What guards? Look around!” Your arms go to the air spread out, turning your torso from side to side to show that it is just them. That seems to set him off as he goes to walk towards you, seemingly wanting to throw you out himself. You can’t have that.

You put your hand out towards him, feeling the blood run through his veins before gripping your fist, causing the Marshal to stutter in his stance. He gasps in pain, grabbing at his chest as he tries to breathe. You throw your fist down by your side, sending him to the ground in a fetal position. You keep your grip as you walk to him, bending down as you place your other hand's fingers on his chin, lifting it up to look at him. You see he is struggling, and all you can do is tsk. “Know this: I could make you scream just like I did to your men out in the hall. Consider this a mercy.” You tap his face before releasing him, leaving him on the floor as he tries to gain his bearings.

Your attention goes back to Hugo Kupka. “You may want to ready yourself, Titan. The Ironblood are invading Dhalmekian territory as we speak.”

Hugo’s face is stone, walking past Marshal and others to the door. “Kupka!” The Marshal chokes from the floor. Hugo doesn’t look his way as he replies. “The Ironblood will rue the day they set foot on Storm… this game is over.”

He makes his exit, closely followed by Benedikta. You see her leave with confidence in her stride, very obvious that she is trying to prepare her facade. You chuckle at this new development.

“Everyone out.” A stern voice says, and you turn to see it is none other than Barnabas, whose hard stare is on your form.

Everyone is still, not knowing if they should listen as it is their territory after all. You, however, could care less. “Do the lot of you not understand signals? Get out.” You say sternly, command dripping from your voice. The council slowly makes their way out, afraid to talk against you due to what they witnessed. You hear them talking amongst themselves in disappointment, confusion, and curiosity, questioning what business Leviathan has with the mighty Odin. You turn your head towards the Lord Commander himself, watching him stay firmly in his spot. “That means you too, Harbard.” Barnabas dismisses him, and Harbard walks past you, smirking as he is the last one to exit. The doors shut and you face Barnabas. “It’s been a long time, Barney Boy.”

His face twists. He hates when you call him that. You walk towards him, commanding his attention as you sway your hips. “Awe, does the strong, dark King of Waloed not like being called that?” You walk slowly behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Would you like me to call you something else, your majesty?” You draw out, hands running down to the inside of his royal blue undershirt. You lean down by his ear, taking a second to let your breath graze it as your left pointer finger traces the scar on his chest. “Would you like me to call you something endearing like my dearest?” You kiss under his ear, and he shivers. “Or…” you continue to kiss down his neck. “Would you like something a little more submissive like my pet?” You nip at his neck, and he grunts.

He craves you in this way. When you left Waloed, left him, he struggled. He had been with several women since, but he always feels like he has to hold himself to the standard he’s set for himself. He could always be vulnerable with you, no matter if it was you in control or him. With you, he gives himself fully and he can’t say he ever regrets it even though you will be his ruin. He is sure of it.

You step back from him only to step into his line of vision, leaning against the table. You place your hand on his cheek, and he leans into its cool embrace, craving anything you would give him. “Someone seems touch starved. Is Benedikta not keeping you warm at night?”

“Nobody will ever compare to you, no matter how cruel you are.” He speaks truthfully, turning his face into your palm to press his lips to the softness of your skin.

“Is that true? Because I know of someone, or rather something that seems to topple over me.”

He growls. “You know my relationship with my master is not the same as it is with you.”

Your hand moves from his cheek to grip his chin, holding it tightly as your eyes burn into his. “Are you sure? Because it seems every time we are in this situation, it’s my name you call out; like I am the one that can grant you salvation.” You bend down to kiss his forehead, whispering your next words against it. “It’s a shame I can’t seem to make that illusion stick.”

You pull away and move to sit on the table. Your left foot is set on the arm of his chair, while your right one rubs against his muscular thigh. You love how muscular he is, his battle hungry body filling his clothes out deliciously, especially in his black trousers. Your foot moves past his thigh to his crotch, rubbing his bulge with little pressure. He is staring daggers at you, but you know he won’t do anything. He could have taken you in his arms and fucked you face down into the table if he wanted to, but he knows your command is law in these moments. Right now, you are his God.

You push your foot slightly, causing him to buck into it with a sigh. “It’s okay though. I like to pretend, even if it is for a moment.” You set your right foot on the other side of the seat to settle on the arm rest. You pull your dress up, exposing yourself to him.

Barnabas licks his lips. No matter how many times he’s had you, he will never get tired of how beautiful your womanhood is. His breath deepens, wanting so badly to touch you, but he knows the rules. You are in control.

“Did you want to touch me, Barnabas? It’s been a long time since you’ve had a taste, hasn’t it?” He mewls, nodding his head, hands clenching and unclenching to calm himself.

You smirk. You know him like the back of your hand. You know what he wants, and you are going to give it to him. “Go ahead, my darling. Claim your prize.”

There is hesitation on Barnabas’s half. It isn’t like you to give in so easily. You will toy with him until he is begging for you to let him touch and taste you. You would make him watch as you pleasure yourself, letting the sweetest gasps fall from your lips. You wouldn’t let him have what he wants until there is visible evidence of your essence dripping from your fingers. You see his hesitation and you giggle. “There is no catch, my dear. This is all for you. Indulge in me, worship me, for I know it is what you crave.” You lift your foot again, this time putting it on his shoulder to edge him forward. He simply cannot refuse.

He reaches forward, his big hands starting from your calves to your thighs, gripping the flesh as he brings himself forward. He places kisses on your thighs, giving small nips only to lick them right after. He takes his time with you, worshiping you like you deserve, making sure to convey his devotion to you as your encouragements reach his ears.

“You revere me so much, don’t you? You are doing a wonderful job at showing that.” You purr, using one hand to run through his dark locks. “But I want those pretty lips to worship me where I will be brought to ruin. Will you worship me there?”

He looks up to you, steel blue eyes stirring with his need to praise you. “I will do as you wish, my Goddess.” He goes in, securing your legs over his shoulders, and letting his tongue sing praises against your delicious cunt.

“You are such a good boy.” You mewl, gripping his hair as your other hand holds you up so you can watch him please you. All you can think is how beautiful he looks in his submissive state, an absolute juxtaposition to the battle hungry maniac he is.

His hold on you tightens, his actions becoming more relentless the more you praise him and the more your essence starts to make its way onto his tongue. He moans into your pussy, lapping at your clit with vigor. He has had many women on his tongue, more as a way of getting them ready for his own selfish pleasure. No one has ever compared to flavor, for he yearns for you to fall apart on his mouth. To know that he is the one to bring you to completion makes his blood pump strongly through his veins, going right to his manhood.

Your noises grow louder, becoming apparent that your release is calling to him to give you what you need. He takes his right pointer and middle fingers to your heat, sinking them in as his tongue worships your clit. He feels your hold on his hair grow stronger, and his moan against you with the fast work of his fingers signals your finish. You cry out, thighs squeezing around his head as he rides your orgasm out. He slurps the sweet liquid dripping around his fingers, letting you calm down as your breaths echo throughout the room.

You pull his head up, hard enough to the point where he is now standing in between your legs. You are both staring at each other, both breathing heavily waiting for each other’s next set of commands and moves. You stare at his lips, glittering with your essence. Your resolve is breaking down, your want to do what you haven’t done in many years taking hold of your heart.

Barnabas is waiting for you to tell him what you want from him next when gravity seems to shift as you pull him down, your lips pressing against his in hunger. Time seems to still, his mind going insane as your lovely lips move against his. Something he noticed in previous meetings is that you would never kiss him. Whenever he would go in to kiss you, you would avoid saying he was undeserving of that kind of affection from you. The last time he had kissed you was not long before you left. It has been ten long years since he received this blessing, and rather than thinking about what has changed, he loses himself in you wanting to make up for all the times he wasn’t allowed to love you like this.

His hands grab your face, holding it in place as he escalates his kisses. The callused skin of his palms feels good on your cheeks, the roughness causing you to latch your hands to his top attire. You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him on top of you as you deepen your kiss with him. His bulge is right up against your wet cunt, and he softly grinds into you. The feeling feels good on both ends, both of you capturing each other’s gasps and choked moans as things get heavier and more intense.

You pull away, placing both hands onto his cheeks as you look at him. The emotions swirling in his gaze are almost too much to bear, and if you want to do this right, you cannot be sucked into them. You won’t let that happen.

“Make love to me, my darling. Please.” You whisper.

He is fast to lower his trousers enough to release his cock, lowering his face to yours to kiss you again as he sinks into your warm heat. You whimper, his cock stretching you out in an exquisite way. It has been a very long time since you’ve had him on top of you like this, and you will burn this into your memory for all time.

Barnabas picks up the pace slightly, letting go of your lips to trail wet kisses down your neck. He sucks harshly where your neck and left clavicle meet, the need to mark you infiltrating his soul. He missed loving you like this. He can’t believe you are allowing this. For so long, it has been you to have your way with him, to have complete control over the situation. In any other instance, if he had instigated this, you would have punished him till kingdom come. But you started this. You allowed this. It is now the both of you engaging with each other how you both used to. It is too good to be true.

If only he knew that it was.

He keeps leaving marks on your neck, painting the beautiful picture that you are his to mark. He is pumping his cock in you in deep strokes, reaching every depth of your cunt that sends you reeling. His hands travel down to your breasts, squeezing through the velvet of your dress which makes your nipples rub against the fabric. You hum in approval, bringing your hands to the collar of his undershirt to move it aside, bringing your mouth to his chest, the both of you now marking each other as you both reach the edge together.

Barnabas is fucking you full force now, his right hand pulling your head back as his mouth leaves your now marked body. His lips meet yours again, praises and whispers of affirmation leaving each other in the same breaths.

“Release for me, my Goddess.” He breathes into you. “Bring me to ruin.”

You cry out against his lips, your walls squeezing his cock as you cum for him. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him against you as he releases during your high. He draws in and out, slowing down as his cock becomes more sensitive by the second. Once the both of you are down, he releases your lips, heavy breaths and stares exchanged in the aftermath. He groans as he pulls out of you fully, causing you to sigh at the emptiness, letting your legs unravel from his hips to dangle against the table.

You work to calm yourself down, needing to get yourself together before you do anything else. Your eyes shut, focusing your mind on your next moves. You know what you need to do, yet you didn’t realize cutting off your boundaries would make this much harder. It has to be done.

You sit up to see he has fixed himself up and is staring at you with what you can only see is hope. It makes your chest pang a little harder, knowing what you are about to do will sever your ties with him for good.

You move off the table, situating yourself so your gown is smoothed out and looking somewhat presentable. As you are doing this, you see his feet reach your line of sight. You look up and he is directly in front of you. His eyes are soft yet holding back. He is smiling down at you, and it makes your heart flip. You want so badly to confirm you are here to stay, but that is far from the truth.

“What’s changed?” He breathes out. “This isn’t like you. I feel as if I’m back in the past; back to how things should be.”

Your gaze stays down, working up the courage to say what you came to say. His hand comes to your chin, mimicking how you had gripped his chin earlier, and lifted your face to his. He is examining you, not understanding why you don’t seem happier. “You are usually so cruel to me, making me earn my servitude. But most of all, you haven’t blessed me with your kisses in a decade. So, I’ll ask again, what’s changed?”

You sigh, stepping back from him. His hand is still out, confusion taking over his features at your mannerisms. Your confident gaze is set back onto your face, not wanting to potentially give into him. “This is a goodbye.”

“A goodbye? Meaning what?” Barnabas asks, his tone shifting slightly, his brows knit together.

“I’m leaving Valisthea… for good.” You admit.

His blood runs cold. Leaving? What could you possibly mean by that?

You watch his features shift once more, only this time it snaps your heart in two. He is scared; you can see that very clearly. It is the scared look of a boy, as you know deep down that is who Barnabas is: a lonely, scared boy. You continue. “Things around here are getting worse with the Blight and the ridiculous wars you and everyone else seem to lash out with. Countless lives lost to them. It is barbaric, and this place is no longer a place I can proudly call a home.”

“My biggest reason is that I cannot live in a place where you exist.” Your voice shakes.

“Exist?” He chokes out.

You smile, a hint of sadness complimenting it. “The way you want the world based on how your god wants it will not only destroy everyone, but it will also destroy you. I will not stay to bear witness to it.”

“You know that this is the only way to salvation.” Barnabas says above a whisper, not wanting to give away his motives, but he knows it is futile. He knows you are smarter than that.

You laugh, sorrow building in your chest. “If your plan to have us enslaved by that thing you call a god is salvation, then I’d rather be dead.”

The next thing you feel is your back hitting the wall, Barnabas pushing himself into you as he holds your head in his rough hands, eyes staring at you belligerently. The scared boy you saw from the deep dwellings of his heart vanishing before your eyes. “We have always belonged to one another, ____. We can build a world that no man could ever dream of seeing.”

This sends you into a spiral, causing you to laugh maniacally. “I have always belonged to you, but you have never fully belonged to me.” You push him off of you, leering at him as you can feel yourself starting to rage. “You were the only one who could bring me to my knees, but I am not the only one that can bring you to yours.”

You rush towards him, pushing him into the table with your hand on his throat. “Remember this, Barnabas.” You seethe. “You may hate mankind, but under all of your disdain, you are still nothing but a man. Not even being Akashic can change that.”

You feel him try to turn you over, but as soon as you feel him move you grip your free hand, making him stop in his tracks as he groans out in pain. You make his blood run slowly, having it flow away from his hands and feet to make them go cold. “Do you forget who you are dealing with? Your god made my Eikon the strongest. That was his first mistake because unlike you I am not a sheep in wolf's clothing. I will not stay to be his puppet.”

You let him go, backing away as he drops to his knees, numbness in his limbs as the blood slowly returns. “For your sake, Barnabas, I hope you find peace as I understand your need to avenge, but I will not stay for the finale.”

You kneel, looking at how pitiful he looks. “I do love you. And because I do, I must save myself the heartache that I will never be able to change your mind. Goodbye, Barnabas.”

You stand back up and turn away, walking to the doors and out of his life for good. Barnabas coughs, hitting the cold floor with his fist to calm the anguish that repeatedly suffocates him because now he really is alone.

If only you knew that his attempts to keep you here weren’t for ulterior motives… he just wanted you to stay.

#barnabas tharmr x reader #barnabas tharmr smut #barnabas tharmr angst #ffxvi x reader #barnabas x reader #my fics #angst #smut #ffxvi #final fantasy xvi

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serenedash · 7 months

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Every time I think about the fact that Odin says that the foretellers willingly gave themselves as vessels for Darkness I feel so violent like. What if I was Darkness and I killed you.

#IT MAKES ME SO VIOLENT‼️ DONT SAY THAT‼️#during the whole reveal of that its like. you can just fucking feel how shocked and horrified luxu is.#to be the thing you seek to destroy and not even know it.#like I just know when we get boss fights against the foretellers again we're going to be literally beating the darkness out of them #LIKE OFC AVA DIDNT BELIEVE LUXU WHEN HE TOLD HER THE TRUTH HOW COULD ANYONE BELIEVE THAT #sorry I need to go eat drywall #khux #kingdom hearts #khdr #foretellers #im rambling

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shitty-mechs-headcannons · 3 months

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sorry for liking all of your lyfrassir edda posts i’m losing my mind a little <3

anyway. what if when lyf fled yggdrasil, the bifrost came with them? what if by attempting to escape the destruction, they actually spread it further, because lyfrassir is the vessel that yog sothoth used to reach our world and they can’t run away? we’ve seen lots of eldritch lyf being affected by the bifrost… i want to take it even further. i want them to be the bifrost against their will.

(and maybe after this has gotten under control, maybe once the screaming squamous things are contained within lyf, maybe then they can fear becoming like odin, who was the vessel before them?)

AAA yes!!

- mod fen

#the mechanisms #shitty mechs hc #lyfrassir edda #mod fen

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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i have an aot inspired request that i had in mind for a while to ask for (i didn’t watch aot so excuse me for used not so accurate facts lol)

fem!reader was born into a poor family of 4 (parents, her and her older brother) in paradise island, her father often abused her till he kicked her out at 4 years old to survive alone, she fell into massive tree like ymir but instead of giving her titan powers or something similar, Source of all living matter had fused with her body-almost like making reader its vessel, a visible mark was on her upper body. visual it like a modern abstract tattoo or struck by lightning (or just like it had shown in anime), but it is red color and it’s permanent till it departs from her (at it will), she soon finds a way to sneaks on a Marley, scouts find her and levi adopts her (didn’t immediately but on papers were his last name). She was of great help during the very much entire main event since you can’t kill or hurt her physically so she was putting on traps and getting information and after it all finished she was growing to be a main soldier and captain like Levi, she died later from a some diseases (could be pneumonia (i don’t know if it have a medicine for it in aot so let’s pretend it doesn’t)), she gets known for her flexibility and speed, good with almost every kind of weapons (from pistol and rifle to snipers and swords and grenades) and since she couldn’t die from any physical harm she was getting herself in different places where she could be killed by titans and enemies so she got known as “fake death” or “troublemaker” for one close to her (levi, scouts and such) because she’s quite playful when comfortable with someone and almost reckless…

To actual request itself, how would Hades, Hermes and Apollo react to her and her story, she’s fighting for humanity and she frights against a god and she wins since she still have powers from Source of all living matter in her with a mark and everything, she wins again a god and don’t kill them since she promised to never kill anybody else again at her death bed, so what will happen then? What will be gods reaction to her story? who wanted to sway her off her feet? or who will just stay in their line and maybe try to befriend reader?

-There were many gods who didn’t know you, who didn’t know what you could do, the power you held in your body, many called it the Source of All, a boundless amount of energy that you obtained when you were still young and alive on earth.

-This power, which you initially thought was a curse, as the mark it put on your body, looking like a bolt of scattered lightning which would glow when you used your strength, which people thought was unnatural, you grew to adore and appreciate. You had saved so many people using this power.

-You used this to fight alongside other warriors, beating back your enemies, earning your nickname, Trickster, as you would play dead, letting them get close, only to strike quickly and brutally.

-It wasn’t until you died, young unfortunately, from pneumonia of all things, that you realized how fragile life really was, and as you took your last breaths, you had vowed to never kill another again.

-When you came to Valhalla you met so many other strong warriors, and while you were against killing, you loved training with strong people, humans and gods you didn’t have to hold back against, showing your true strength.

-Your power- your strength is what made Brunnhilde approach you about fighting in Ragnarok. You were initially against it- you flat out told Brunnhilde that you weren’t going to kill anyone else, and you only agreed to fight if you could leave your opponent alive.

-The gods were quick to underestimate you, seeing that you were so young, thinking you would be an easy win. As your powers flared, the mark on your body flaring to life, glowing brightly, Odin could only gawk, seeing the power you held in your body.

-You charged in, showing your combat skills, showing everyone that just because you were young, you weren’t a pushover.

-Heimdall spilled all your secrets, telling everyone about you- how you had been abused by your father until you were four, when you found the Source of All, then you became the vessel for that power, and you grew into a powerful warrior on your own, being taken in by other warriors, adopted by one of the most powerful ones, Levi (sorry I don’t know AOT).

-Your strength was legendary, as not even the strongest of titans and enemies could hurt you, as your power was keeping you safe from harm, and that was apparent here, as your opponent wasn’t doing much against you.

-Many of the gods were stunned to see you fighting so hard, to protect humanity, despite facing so much pain in your short life- it was humbling to see someone fighting so hard for those who had been so cruel to you, at least some of the people.

-As you stood over your opponent at the end of the match, the clear winner, you sheathed your weapon, a short sword. Many were yelling at you, telling you to finish the job.

-Your eyes were sharp, narrowed in anger as you spoke up at them, “Unless you’re going to get down here and fight me too- then you don’t get to make any demands of me. I refuse to kill another. Life is precious as it is fragile. Don’t call for the death of others unless if you’re going to fight as well.”

-You were quick to shut everyone up and you even helped your opponent up and dragged him backstage, holding his arms over your shoulders, dragging him behind you as you weren’t the tallest of people, and you took him all the way to the infirmary.

-When he asked you, while getting patched up, why you didn’t kill him, you just beamed brightly, looking like the teenager you truly were, “Life’s too precious to just kill someone just because. I’m not going to kill someone when you’re fighting just like I am.”

-You were an oddball, but he wasn’t going to look this gift of not losing his life in the mouth.

-Hades- He was surprised by your words, that you refused to kill, despite the gods wanting to destroy humanity, and while he wasn’t complaining, he was just confused, after you had killed so many enemies while you were alive, why were things so different now. He asked you while you sat beside him, keeping him company and you couldn’t help but send him a playful wink, “You should know better than most gods on how fragile life is. I didn’t realize that myself until I died, getting sick of all things. If I was the one killing others, ending their lives so easily- it made me… I-I just never want to kill again.” You were a kindhearted person, your words resonating with him, as he knew that well, after seeing his brother and his nephew dying. He reached out his hand for you to take and you took his without hesitation, “You’re a kind person Y/N.” you beamed brightly, thanking him for his words, which made him smile softly.

-Hermes- He agreed with your words, he knew how fragile the lives of others were, after watching so many die, both humans and gods, and he had to respect your decision not to kill him- he was alive because of that decision. You had the power to easily take him on in combat- you could probably take on any of the gods with your power. He could see the marks on your body, up close now, and they looked like a scar, like when someone would get hit by lightning, it looked like it would be painful and he reached out, taking one of your hands in his own, surprising you. He looked at your scar, a sad look on his face, “Does it hurt?” you were surprised by his words, but you grinned, “I remember it hurting when I first got it, as my body had to get used to it- but not anymore, it’s just hot!” You were so bright, so full of life, he didn’t want to snuff that life out, he didn’t want to snuff any of it out.

-Apollo- He could only stare at you, seeing you smiling so warmly at him, explaining yourself. You were so… so true- you were unapologetically you, and you looked so beautiful, inside and out. He was grateful you had spared his life, getting to live another day, but to see that you were such a lovely person on top of it was even more humbling. Apollo reached a hand towards you, and you took it, holding it with both of yours and he had to smile, feeling how warm your hands were, “You are an amazing person Y/N. I’m grateful to have met you.” You were surprised by his words, and he couldn’t help but smile as your cheeks turned a bit red, a little embarrassed by his praise, showing that you wore your emotions on your sleeve. You were a very complex person, but he wanted to know more about you as you made him feel so happy.

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