#ask-fenrik

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

Hi! 💖

25, 27, 42, 10, 21, 7 for Ravvyraak and Rumcurio! 🥰

Hiiiii!!! Thank you so much, dear!! <333 Link to the ask game can be found ✨here✨

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

Rumcurio are the ones with all the lovey-dovey pet names (such as honey, sweetheart, dearheart, my love, and some light insults, as you saw in chapter one) and Ravvyraak gives them so much shit for it! I can definitely see Ravvyraak give each other some nicknames tho, maybe some teasing stuff. I can see Fenrik calling Ravvy "Mossy" because of her moss-green eyes, and I don't know if I should say this?? But ehh, screw it, by the end of the fic, he'd call her "witch" just to tease her, to which she'd get super mad and be like "It's Grand Wizard, you bastard!" (not sure if it's going to be actually "grand wizard" but it *will* be a fancy title for sure) And Ravvy will call Fenrik "Blondie" sometimes, but she also calls him "Motherfu**er" because her love language is cute aggression :))

27. Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

This is a great question that I haven't actually thought about until now! I can see Fenrik being a great navigator because back in his Apocrypha days, he used to study a lot of maps, but in terms of space orientation, I suppose Ravvy is better at it because my girl went to Vivec in college, and surviving that city means that she has exceptional navigation skills, because that city is the worst maze I've encountered in any game! And I'm thinking that Marcurio is the better navigator because of his scholarly nature, but also he's so cocky about it that it gets them both lost at times!

42. Who teases who? What about?

At first it's only Ravvy who does the teasing, she grew up in a family where loving teasing was an everyday thing, both Endryn and Hjaldir being big on it, and even Teldryn! So she will definitely do it more to him once they get cozier with each other, as for Fenrik, well, he adores it and he is so relieved when they begin falling into friendly banter, and Ravonna is so pleasantly surprised whenever he talks back! <3 And Rumcurio also tease each other all the time as a love language! They started from the moment they met, so it's absolutely natural to them at this point <3. They usually tease each other the most about their heights because I do love a *height difference moment* every now and then.

10. Who plays with whose hair?

Definitely Ravonna with Fenrik's! It's a win-win situation because she loves his hair so much because it's very soft and fair, and he finds someone playing with his hair very relaxing! Ravvy is the "don't touch my hair" type of person tho. For Rumcurio is goes both ways! Marcurio adores Rumarin's fine, silky hair and Rumarin adores Marcurio's thick brown hair!

21. Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

It's usually Ravonna because Fenrik's fear of being too pushy or clingy is too strong for him to have the initiative, and he is usually saying yes to anything before Ravvy even finished her question. And because these ships are a bit of a narrative mirror to each other, it's the same for Rumcurio, except that they're not ace and *a lot* thirstier sometimes :)) Rumarin is a very "I'll try anything/everything is on the table if you want it to be" guy.

7. Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Ravonna loves forehead kisses and Fenrik loves hand kisses, especially since he's fascinated by Ravvy's beautiful hands. It also makes her very angry and red and flustered whenever he does it, and it turns out that Fenrik likes scary sometimes :)))) I mean, there's no other way if you're in love with Ravonna!

Rumairn adores kisses on the top of the head, because it usually is the most accessible thing to him as the resident tall banana man, and he finds it very endearing and pure and full of love. Marcurio loves to be a teasing little shit and he likes going for the neck. Also, it's the closest thing, since Rumairn's face is too high up for him most of the time.

#ask game #oc: ravonna #oc: fenrik #rumcurio

[fenriksblade]

when: 1 september 2017 where: carynthia who: @elbasanluis​

Fenrik would never live anywhere else. He intended to raise his family in Bloodhearth. However, that didn’t mean there weren’t drawbacks to the territory. One of them was that it was rampant with crime and in the middle of the night one of his cars had been taken. Not that it was taken by intelligent criminals. Fenrik had already worked out they had come from Carynthia and if they were as stupid as they seemed, he knew they wouldn’t have even thought to switch the plates. 

Before heading out, though, Astoria had recommended he take Elba with him. He had stopped listening, but he thought she might have mentioned something about her being useful. Not just because of her heightened sense of smell, but that he might gain some trust with any local werewolves to have one with him. 

Although he had kept up training Elba at her request, they were still far from best friends, and he had begrudgingly agreed to take her with him. “So, what? Can you pick up any scents?” he asked her.

#c29: elba #elbasanluis #d: 9.1.17

[sanluisblvd]

when: may 5, 2017 where: the skullglade cabin

There was not a Greywind wolf anywhere within a hundred miles to ask specifics of. Like, why on Earth had she grown another inch and shoe size within the last year? The twenty-two-year-old had no idea some wolves wouldn’t finish growing until twenty-five, much like their developing brains. She chalked it all up to being killed must’ve stunted some growth, and now she was catching back up. It wouldn’t have been an issue except her most comfortable and worn-in shoes didn’t fit anymore. “Um, Houston we have a-” She strolled into the kitchen barefoot, either shoe in each hand. “A really big issue.” 

It really was not, but the scale on which Elba measured problems differed greatly from that of others. It happened when you were screamed at over spilled milk each time. “I think I need new shoes...?” she was beating around the bush, somewhere she didn’t need to be. You know, at the very least she’d brought the issue to Astoria after a whole year of living with her. This was a vast improvement from the werewolf who forced herself into clothes and shoes too small when first arriving. She was addressing an issue, even if her eyes were adverted out of unnecessary guilt.

“My stinking feet are as big as Fenrik’s now.”

#astoria1

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 4.28.23 WHERE: Compound; Bloodhearth WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade​ )

Elba had flipped her phone open in total anticipation of dialing one number in particular, where she would spend her evening asking about the mundane while pacing around her cabin, her cell tucked between her ear and shoulder until her neck was begging for mercy. Instead, she allowed her feet to carry her where she wished. Where they could speak of their boring lives face to face. Elba stepped foot into her car, a 2015 Acura NSX. There was still disbelief that she’d even won the thing last August in a street race, the midnight blue finish one of the prettiest things she’d ever seen. With the vehicle finally registered in her own name, she was more than ready to whip it all around town. Modestly. Maybe, maybe race it too. If Fenrik could look under the hood and approve everything first off.

“Are you open for business?” Elba had greeted him after her Converse had hit the pavement of his garage, tossing him her keys. She’d immediately made herself and her car right at home, a coy smile playing at her lips as it did every time she thought of, talked to, or looked at the redcap now.

#fenrik #fenrik27 #april 2023

[hildasantos]

when: 1st February  where: Compound who: @fenriksblade​

Even with a months’ long absence, Hilda could navigate this place with her eyes closed. It was still so familiar, the smell of car oil catching in her nose as it always had. Priscilla’s ring nestled on her finger, meaning she could go out in daylight without hit after hit of ethereum. That didn’t mean she didn’t crave those hits— the ring didn’t give her that. But it did give her breathing room. She could use it in the day and save the hits for the evening. She hadn’t put the ring on her engagement finger; that would have felt farcical. 

Fenrik was working on a car. That was familiar too, to see the back of him only, bent over a car bonnet. Hilda had needed those months away, but she was here now. She got a drink from the small fridge before she spoke. “Was that you on New Year’s Eve?” That felt easier to say than hi, to ask a question as though she’d never left. She didn’t want to make a big deal of being back. She didn’t want to acknowledge it at all.

#fenrik #fenrik4 #february2023

[farkasfenrikson]

It was Morindas, which meant the afternoon was designated for all of the royal guard of Eyiven to do one thing and one thing only — maintain weaponry and train with their swords. All members of the guard, supervised by the head of legion, Fenrik Ulricson, spent three hours at the beginning of every week in the palace courtyard dedicated to the two tasks. One hour was made for ensuring their weapons and armour were to of standard, be in with sharpening, polishing or even at times, magical enforcement. The other two hours were spend reviewing and practicing sword skills — stances, position and aim. And that was only the first day; the other days were spent covering over forms of combat, depending on the species, or… doing their job. For Farkas, son of the head and personal knight to the princess and future queen herself, the training went as it always did — he stood at the side, calm and quiet, as Farkas was a controlled presence, not bothering a soul, simply watching the others learn.

But when it came for his time to train against another other soldier, an entirely different side appeared. Strong, cutthroat and forceful, the werewolf maintained a perfect balance with his sword that no other soldier could. But respectful all at that same time. As his father and other knights watched, the boy took down his opponent with ease, the other guard on the floor as he hovered above him, pointing the tip of his weapon just under his neck. Success. But… he wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws, or perhaps the better word was ‘distraction’. On the balcony above stood a desk with a beautiful girl sat around it, studying as he tutor oversaw her. The princess. His lifelong best friend, the one he protected every day. She had a bit of a tendency to get distracted when she worked outside, but if that’s what the princess wanted, then she got it. Looking up, he noticed her watching, and he get her a rather cheeky smile, still holding his sword in place.

“Farkas!” Fenrik called out suddenly, snapping the boy back into reality who jumped slightly, “Finish this fight properly.”

“Yes, sir.” Looking back down at his opponent, he suddenly pulled his sword back, before stabbing it into the ground beside his arm. A sign, that in a real fight, his opponent would be dead with a sword weapon through his heart. Maintaining the rules of respect, he held out his hand for the other guard to grab, pulling him up and patting him on the back. “Will I live to see the day that I win against you, Farkas?” Lucian, Farkas’ friend asked, brushing off his own sword. “A bold claim that such a day even exists.” Farkas teased, nudging his friend.

“That is all for day!” Fenrik called to his students, clasping his hands and gesturing to the barracks in the distance. “Return to your duties.” There was a chorus of ‘yes sir’ amongst the knights who all began to scatter to their specific roles. Waving goodbye to Lucian, Farkas wandered over to his father, who had his hands behind his back. “Excellent work today, son.” Glancing to the balcony, the older man noticed Athea studying, “Clean your weapon and return to the princess.”

“Yes, father.” Farkas nodded, following the order immediately, knowing she would be finished with her studies soon. Not that anyone had to ask him to go see Athea. He’d been caring for the girl in some way since he was four years old, then only as a companion and friend, but now both of those things alongside being her protection. And he would never change it for the world. Having polished his weapon, he sheathed his sword in the holster on his hip, removing his battle armour and placing it inside the specially designated storage for those who served the royal family personally. Something his family had used for generations. Now wearing his normal clothes, he checked his sword was safely at his side, before heading up the spiral staircase at the side so he could find the princess.

Knocking at the door of her study, he waited for her permission. “Your highness, it is I.” He called, though she would already know.

#c #morindas = Monday #Skyrim had funky names for days of the week so why not us lol

[mewcrew]

They’re just taking this in stride ‘till this is over. At least they can appreciate bubble prisons. Mewtwo hasn’t quite figured it out yet and Mew can’t in this form. 

@ask-fenrik // @mewtwoandme // @comedydoctor18

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#pokemon #mew #mewtwo #pkmnart #artists on tumblr #askmewtwos #ask-fenrik #mewtwoandme #comedydoctor18 #fanart #art #mmm comfy

[lynxgriffin]

Going back to the idea that there’s a Ralsei variant for every combination of letters in Asriel (which is 719 not including Asriel), if the big rainbow floofer was as bing as six Ralseis overall (which I actually think he was?) then the amount of floof for 719-Ralsei rainbow boi is going to be much larger... The hug from that boi would be much floofier. Also the fight would have been far shorter.

I don’t know if it’s an exponential increase in floof. I’m just gonna say that it’s a lot more than normal. :P

#PT ask #ask lynx stuff #ask-fenrik

[fantrollhell]

heLLo. i'M the Maintainer of an oc that i haVe had for a few perigeez, and I'd LiKe to zhare it. the izzue at hand howeVer iz that the perzon who originaLLY put up the draft for it, their naMe is Lozt to the agez. i aM howeVer the MaKer of the character, and with your bLezzing i wouLd LoVe to haVe it pozted aMong thiz mazz of other fantroLLz.

This isn’t a blog for sharing everyone’s fantrolls, these are all fantrolls that one person (me) made. All the characters here are mine unless otherwise stated in the post. Just wanted to clear up any confusion.

#asks #fenrik-einherjar

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

some asks for Ravonna and her Miraak! how about... 1, 15, 23, 31, aaaand 38? 👀

Thank you so much! ❤️​ The ask game can be found ✨here✨

Also, a bit of a side note here, in WYGTYA, Miraak's name before the Dragon Cult is Fenrik, and I've called him that so much that calling him Miraak almost feels wrong at this point :))

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Fenrik definitely fell first, and Ravonna absolutely fell harder (although Fenrik could argue that he still fell harder). It was more like Fenrik's falling in love was like gentle rain falling on moss, like sliding down a slow waterslide. It was easy, pleasant, natural. The more he knew her, the farther he sunk in. But Ravvy... she didn't realize it, she buried her love deep down inside, denying it, at first because she didn't know what falling in love felt like, and then to protect Fenrik, because she's thinks she doesn't deserve him, and he would never want to love her, not really. But after umm,,, a certain event, well, she will feel like falling in love and it will feel like a violent, tall waterfall. It's sudden and so, so overwhelming.

5. What is something they like to do together?

At this point in wygtya, they just love to sit and talk and get to know each other. They're in the process of realizing that the other's company is very pleasant and that it feels safe. Safe to talk about anything.

Later on, when the relationship is established, Fenrik adores listening to Ravonna ramble like a madwoman about her most recent magical discoveries, and she is always so happy to show off her skills. Her unhinged explanations are very cute and, surprisingly, very coherent and knowledgeable. Also, her future "magic place" will literally be the coolest thing on Nirn. And another thing they would love in the future is Fenrik giving Ravonna books to read aloud. He loves her voice, and as time passes on and Apocrypha's knowledge fades, he's more than happy to be up to date with the latest books! Of course, Ravonna being Ravonna, she will often be ridiculous and read with goofy voices or change the outcomes, but she makes him laugh, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

23. Who said "I love you" first?

They haven't yet, but I have a very strong feeling that Ravonna will be the first to utter the words!

31. How would they describe one another?

Interesting question! I don't think they'd get too much into a detailed description at this point in the fic. If someone were to ask them "Who's that? And what are they like?" Ravonna would simply say: "He's our healer. I didn't know how much we needed one until he joined us, so we're lucky to have him." That's if a stranger asks, if it's a fellowship member, asking what she thinks of Fenrik, she'd be even more avoidant hahaha. Fenrik would say that he's not sure if Ravonna is more bard or mage, but she is "the most brilliant destruction mage he's ever seen."

38. What would be their ideal evening in?

Well, at this very point in the wip of chapter 16, they're on a ship on their way to Blacklight, and they're caught up in a nasty, dangerous storm, so their ideal evening is getting some rest at last. On ground that doesn't sway violently. A good meal, some wine, an easy evening with their friends and tuning in for the night early would be amazing for both of them.

#ask game #oc: ravonna #oc: fenrik

[fenriksblade]

when: unknown day in the first week of november where: basement deep underground in carynthia

Fenrik stood in a dimly lit basement, two men at his feet. Dead. The redcap himself looked like he ought to be dead. He was covered in dirt and grime and blood. There were dark circles around his eyes, offering him the appearance a skull, a combination of bruising and tiredness.

The only reason he was likely not dead were his healing abilities. The hole that had been drilled into his palms and wrists were mostly healed. The stab wounds had run deep but had healed almost instantaneously. The only wounds that hadn’t really healed were the ones that left a bullet embedded in his shoulder and thigh, but he’d already dug the bits of metal out, allowing for the natural process to take place.

It had been days since he’d been here. He couldn’t actually be sure how many had gone by because sleep had been nearly impossible to come by. They had made sure of that.

Fenrik knew it would come up, the drugs he had stolen all those months ago. It had been the first thing they’d asked about when he had woken up. He had sneered at them, playing the role of strong and lively victim, one who would not give up his secrets so easily. The first few days have been nothing. Light forms of torture that any redcap worth their salt could withstand, even sleep through. Humans didn’t understand the depths at which pain felt like nothing. Humans were weak like that. They were so scared of pain, but Fenrik was familiar with the idea that physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional depths of grief he’d been forced to feel over the past nearly four years.

It was only when they realized that conventional methods wouldn’t work, no matter how hard they tried, that they decided to disrupt his patterns. No food. No water. Sleep deprivation. There were no windows where he was. No light. Nothing to do. They were going to try to make him break mentally. Even as Fenrik felt his mind fade, they’d give him a shot of adrenaline laced with ethereum to make him come alive, to keep him present and awake. It might have almost worked.

It was only when they pulled up pictures of each person in the gang in turn, Yseult. Elba. Hilda, that he relinquished the information. The information was quickly relayed to others, sent on a mission to recover what Fenrik had taken from them.

However, as Fenrik heard the confirmation that they had recovered the drugs, he had a maniacal grin on his face. In a voice barely above a whisper, he uttered a single syllable, “Boom” and in that instant he could hear the massive explosion that had just occurred at the warehouse deep within Bloodhearth. It was an explosion that would have left no survivors and probably had been witnessed by those in the territory. Even when they thought he was at his weakest, when they thought he had been broken, Fenrik still had the upper hand.

Using this high that he was on, he made quick work of breaking from the straps that had him bound to the metal chair he had been in for days on end. He also didn’t hesitate as he killed the two men that had been there. He made sure to rip them apart to send a message to whoever would be back to clean them up.

As he stepped into the sunlight of that cool day, he breathed deeply.

At long last, he had finally uncovered who had been responsible for the deaths of his wife and children. He should have known. All those years ago, when his car had been stolen and he had massacred a heavy chunk of humans in a werewolf hunting gang, it seemed they had not forgotten and they had hit back with a vengeance. Only now, Fenrik knew who they were and wouldn’t stop until every last one of them was dead.

However, for now, he’d get cleaned up, change, and have a breakfast (or lunch?) of coffee, bacon and eggs.

#blood tw #death tw #gore tw #torture tw #drabble

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Game Prep

So, one of my friends is running a dnd game, and for two days prior to the first meetup, we’ve been showing up to her house to set up our characters (as this is a first for some players). One of our players, named Fenrik, is playing a bard. After asking our dm about character setup, she starts this convo:

Fenrik: so, I can seduce Anything?

Dm: well, some exceptions apply, but yeah

Me: *offering advice to the dm* sometimes, when you say something that works with the creature you’re trying to seduce, the dm could give you advantage

Dm: yeah! Here, let’s get out some examples

This led to us flipping through the monster manual, trying to think of bad pickup lines for each creature. One in particular is now a bit of a meme in our group.

Dm: *flipping through the book, lands on Hydra* so, tell me, how would you Seduce this beast.

Fenrik: *scratches head* hmmmmmm

Me, with absolutely no verbal filter: I Heard dragons give good head, but this is Ridiculous!

No one could keep it together for a solid two minutes after that…

#shareable #shit my players say #submission #long post #dnd #rpg #sfw roll: nat 1 #terrible puns #seduce all the things

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: May 20, 2023 WHERE: The Compound; Bloodhearth WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade )

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Sleep had barely been rubbed away from Elba’s eyes after a ridiculously long nap situated on the compound’s sofa, but she was up and moving around the small kitchen in search of a snack and sugar. Her spikes of sugar always came in the form of Dr. Pepper cans, cracking one open as she strolled over to the garage area. The bag of tortilla chips in hand and her messy hairdo would let anyone know she’d made herself at home. The salty treat curbed her need for a cigarette at the moment, knowing she was going to have to learn to cut back once school came around since breaks for the nicotine-addicted weren’t exactly a thing.

If the crinkling of the chip’s bag wasn’t enough to let Fenrik know she was awake now, she lightly cleared her throat after a gulp of soda. “Morning,” she greeted. It was clearly nighttime, the sun most likely having set hours ago. She looked between him and her car, the 2015 Acura NSX she’d asked him to take an approving look over a bit ago. 

“Feel like racing?” It might’ve been too late for street races, but that wasn’t the type of vibe she was chasing anyways. “Just you and me, like old times.”

#im gonna photoshop a dr pepper can over every drinking gif of hers #das a SODA CAN TY TY #fenrik #fenrik30 #thirty wow<3 #may 2023

[tuiccim]

Enara (Part 2)

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Words: 2423

Warnings: Fluff, innuendo 

Summary: Queen Frigga’s new student of magic is cautious of Prince Loki and his motives.

Enara Series Masterlist

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It was several days before you saw Prince Loki again. It was late in the evening and you were curled up in a window seat of the castle library when he approached you.

"Lady Enara."

You stand and curtsy. "Prince Loki. May I be of service to you?"

"Uh, no." He flashed a smile. "Please sit. I disturbed you. What are you reading?"

"It's about the wizard Fenrik."

"Ah, it's an interesting story."

"You've read it?"

"I've read nearly everything here."

"That's...impressive." You say gazing around the huge space.

The god shrugs as if it was nothing. “Is everyone in your family as studious as you?”

“When it comes to weaponry and battle plans, yes.” You smile.

“None of your brothers study magic?”

“My father does not see a reason for it. They are all required to be warriors.” 

“But your father allows you to study the arts?”

“My father tolerates it. He was…” You stop yourself from revealing too much. 

“He was?” Loki looks at you questioningly. 

“Nothing of importance, my prince.”

“And, yet, I’d like to hear the rest of the thought.”

You roll your lips inward for a moment before continuing, “He was happy to send me to court. A better chance of making a good match. My only real worth to him as a daughter.”

“And you see more worth to yourself?” The prince seems to be taunting you. 

“Yes, my prince.” Your voice growing hard, unsure of Prince Loki’s meaning. 

“As what?”

“A sorceress. A fighter. An Asgardian woman. I am not a pretty thing to be put on a shelf. I will not sit idle and bear children as if it is my only purpose.” 

“A fighter? Kleng allowed you to train?” Prince Loki is intrigued. This was the most he had ever managed to get you to talk. 

“Not often, but my brother, Brandr, trained me. He...he understands me.”

“Tell me about your brothers.”

You eye Prince Loki suspiciously. You didn’t understand his motives and so were always cautious around him. “I have five. Eskil, Aesir, Brandr, Magnus, and Siv. They are all strong warriors. All well trained by my father. Eskil is the strongest. He has mastered nearly all weapons. Brandr is the smartest. He seems to know what someone is going to do before they even do it. I sometimes think he has the gift of foresight. Magnus is an incredible horseman. Aesir is calculating, always able to find an advantage or loophole. Siv has incredible ability with knives. He can throw with such accuracy even from a very young age. I often would ask him to help me learn. They are all good men and loyal Asgardians.”

“But your brother, Brandr, is your favorite?”

You smile at Loki's intuition. "We are closest in age and very similar in temperament. He is my closest friend as well as brother. Thor must be your favorite brother.”

“He’s my only brother.” Prince Loki scoffs.

“Then I’m right.” You smile and the prince stares at your mouth for a moment. You bite your lip realizing that you had let your guard down. It was time to go. “I should be getting back. Good night, my prince.”

“If you would like to train, you are welcome to join us.”

“My prince?” You say confused.

“We train everyday. Thor, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and I. Join us tomorrow. I’d like to see what you’ve learned.”

“I would not wish to impose, my prince.”

“You won’t. I insist upon it.”

“Yes, my prince. Thank you.”

“Good night, Lady Enara.” Prince Loki’s eyes follow you as you leave. 

The next day you approach the training room nervous but confident in your abilities. As you approach the group you watch Hogun and Thor spar with swords. Loki notices you and turns with a smile. 

“Ah, Lady Enara. I was just telling Lady Sif that she should spar with you when you arrive. However, you don’t seem dressed to train.” He eyes the long, flowing dress you wear. 

You curtsy to Prince Loki and the others. “Forgive me. I quite forgot I was wearing this.” You drop the glamour you are wearing to reveal your purple and gold armor. Purple the color of your father's house. You still wore the pin of Loki's house, as well.

Prince Loki smiles wickedly, “Practicing I see.” 

You incline your head to him in acknowledgement and look at Lady Sif trying not to feel intimidated by the strong beauty in front of you. “I would love to spar with you if you are in agreement, Lady Sif.” You hold an arm out to her to shake. 

She grasps your arm saying, “It would be my pleasure. Do you have a preferred weapon?”

“Daggers.” You say motioning your hands out as your daggers appear. Lady Sif smiles and grabs her own. Loki is watching you intently. You follow Sif to the middle of the floor and take stance. Lady Sif is very talented with the daggers herself and you find you are meeting each other measure for measure. Thor and Hogun stop their sparring and join Loki and Volstagg watching the two of you. 

Fandral saunters over asking, “Who is this lovely creature?”

“Lady Sif, I assume, you recognize.” Loki’s voice is patronizing as he speaks. “The other is Lady Enara, daughter of Kleng.”

“Kleng? I have fought alongside his sons. I did not know of a daughter.” Volstagg booms.

“She must have been trained well by him to hold her own against Sif.” Thor grins. 

“Actually, her brother, Brandr, is the one who trained her.” Loki says offhandedly. 

Lady Sif is advancing and you see her leading with her left. The positioning is familiar. Your brother Siv would do that same movement right before he would try to force you to drop the dagger from your right hand. Seeing her making the move, you toss your dagger into the air, circle your left arm around pulling hers into a lock and catch the right dagger before placing it to her neck. You were astonished to have pulled the move off but even more so when you heard the other warriors gasp. 

"Do you yield?" You ask Lady Sif. 

Her face is surprised and perhaps a little impressed. "I yield."

Loki approaches, "Marvelous. I've not seen many best Sif."

Prince Thor says, "Sif, I do believe you've met your match."

You curtsy to the prince and say, "Forgive me, your highness, but I believe I was simply lucky. My brother, Siv, often used the same disarming maneuver. I recognized it and took advantage. Lady Sif is indeed a formidable opponent."

"Indeed she is." Thor agrees. "Allow me to introduce the Warriors Three. Hogun, Volstagg, and Fandral."

You incline your head to all three. "I feel I need no introduction for my brothers have often spoken highly of each of you. My brother Aesir owes his life to you, Fandral. He has not forgotten your valor in battle."

Fandral smiles "He would have done me greater favor to tell me of his beautiful sister."

Fandral the Dashing's reputation is known far and wide in Asgard and therefore you take his compliment with a grain of salt. Still, you smile while saying, "I will let my brother know he robbed you of such a pleasure."

"You have five brothers, correct?" Loki asks.

"Yes. Eskil, Aesir, Brandr, Magnus, and Siv" The question surprised you coming from Loki. You had discussed your brothers just the night before when you realized he had also positioned himself between you and Fandral. 

"Eskil is a strong warrior. Followed in his father's footsteps." Volstagg mentions. 

"I believe I've met him." Prince Thor states. 

Loki turns to you, "How are you with staffs?"

"They are not my strongest weapon but I am competent." You reply.

"Spar with me?" He raises an eyebrow.

"As you wish, my prince." You take the staff he hands you.

"Lady Enara?" Prince Thor calls.

"Yes, your highness?" 

"He favors his left." The prince winks at you cheekily. 

You look to Loki to see him roll his eyes before taking stance. Before you were even a few minutes in, you knew you were outmatched. Loki's skill with a staff was vast. You jumped as he swung for your legs and managed to block his next hit, but within a few moves he took your legs out from under you and had you on your back and staffless. Holding his staff above you he asked, "Do you yield?" 

"I yield." You reply as he helps you up. "Again?"

"You wish to repeat your defeat?"

"You do not learn if you do not train." You say.

"She is right." Hogun says simply.

"Very well, Lady Enara." Loki's smiles. "I don't mind putting you on your back."

The double entendre does not escape you but you choose to ignore it. Loki works with you for an hour. He explains where you make mistakes, shows you some new maneuvers, and is surprisingly patient. 

"Thank you for allowing me to train. I should return to my duties." You curtsy to the prince.

"I expect you to join us daily. Your staff work needs improvement and I would like to spar you with daggers." Prince Loki brooks no refusal.

"Thank you, my prince." You are excited to be able to train. "Are you certain it will not interfere with my duties as chatelaine?" 

"I couldn't care less if it did. You're worth more as a fighter." Loki says with a gleam in his eye. 

You smile at him and through it he sees a bit of your heart revealed. 

You work with all of the warriors on different skills. You spar often with Sif and Loki. Anytime you work with Fandral or Thor you find that Loki is not far. Soon, Lady is dropped from your name and a general friendship is formed all around. Loki watches delightedly as the formal chatelaine persona gives way to the sassy warrior he had seen glimpses of.

Mornings are spent learning magic and afternoons are spent training. In between times you see to your duties as chatelaine and your evenings are often spent in the library. Loki joins you occasionally in the library and sits quietly nearby while you both read. You are unsure of his motives but find yourself talking with the prince more and more. Your attraction to him had always been undeniable but now you were beginning to fall for him. It scared you and you fought it. 

A few weeks into training, you join Sif and the Warriors Three but notice the princes are missing. 

"Sif, where are Thor and Loki?" You ask.

"The Allfather called for them." She replies. "I believe we should work on swords today."

She was avoiding the subject so you chose a sword and joined her. Afterwards, you changed into a gown and went to Loki’s chamber with fresh fruit and drink. Your knock goes unanswered and you let yourself in. The room is dark except for a small sliver of golden light coming in through a curtain. You set the tray down and notice Prince Loki sitting in a chair, head in hands. 

“My prince, are you unwell?” You go over to him immediately. 

“Unwell and unwelcome.” Loki mutters.

“My prince?”

“My brother will ascend the throne. And I will remain nothing.”

Without thought you drop to your knees and take the prince’s face in your hands. “You are not nothing. You are everything. You are Loki, God of Mischief. Fierce warrior. Prince of Asgard. You can never be nothing.” You speak earnestly. Loki’s eyes snap to yours. It was then that you realized you were touching him for the first time outside of training. This was an entirely different and intimate touch. Your eyes widen with the realization of what you are doing. You pull your hands from his face and put them to the floor with your head bowed. “Forgive me, my prince. I forgot myself.”

Your wrists are grabbed and Loki wrenches you up to face him. His eyes are glittering green as he stares into you and then he places your hands back onto his face. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You bring your face to his and place a feather light kiss on his cheek. Loki releases your wrists and the next thing you know he is lifting you into his lap. Your arms go around his neck and he cradles your face as he brings you in for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet. The tenderness of it surprises you. And then, he deepens the kiss and your tongues dance around each other. He presses you closer to his chest and you shutter. You pull away before the passion overwhelms you. 

Biting your lip you look up at him, “We have to stop.” You move to stand and he holds you to him.

“Why?” He says gruffly. 

“I will not be one of your conquests, my prince. Your reputation is well known.”

“Do you think that is all I want from you?”

“I do not know, my prince, but you have not stated otherwise.” You move to get up and he lets go of you. “And If the queen finds out I am afraid she would expel me from court. I cannot lose this opportunity.”

“Why would she do that?”

“My mother was training in the arts also but gave it up to marry. The queen insisted I take on the position of chatelaine to prove myself. I fear she would not take kindly to a dalliance with her son.”

Loki stands and approaches you. “Upon our first meeting, my darling, you made clear to me you would not be a thing. You have never feared standing up to me. You have shown me so many facets of yourself and I have found each of them fascinating. I am captivated by you and it could never be extinguished by a simple dalliance. If I ever had you in my bed, I fear I would never be able to let you out, but my mind craves you as much as my body."

Your mouth was parted in shock at the prince’s speech. Could you really have captivated the God of Mischief? He had certainly captivated you. You close the distance between you and pull Loki to you for another kiss. 

When you part Loki puts his forehead to yours. “So, you do care for me?”

“Did you doubt it, my prince?” You smile.

Part 3

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[maxparkhurst]

How did you create your characters? What was your process?

TMI Tuesday:  How did you create your characters? What was your process?

// <offers out a chair> You’re going to want to sit for this. It’s going to be a LONG story. For those who’re looking for a short answer: I’m actually in the middle of creating these two. Edits and tweaks are always being made to make them appear real and true. And it’s thanks to everyone on here and in-game that they’ve progressed so much. 

Now for the long version. 

<buckles seat belt> 

Evolving as an Author:

Maxinora and Augustine Parkhurst are a culmination of ideas inspired by a myriad of things. The process of creating them isn’t linear. It has a lot of pit falls, unexpected twists and turns, and a ton of hills. To understand how we got the current versions of these two, we need to go back a couple years ago. 

It’s the summer of 2012. In efforts to get me off of his account, my Dad gifted me my own. This was when I made my first ever serious roleplay character- a hunter named Evelon Holmwood. Well, at the time I spelled it like Evavllyn but...Yeah. We’re going to gloss over that fact. Now, Eve was my pride and joy for the last several years. I played this character nonstop, refusing to play or write about anyone else. In retrospect, I used this character more as therapy than anything of creative merit. 

Eve’s story was basic at best. But I got better with story-telling the older I got. Unfortunately, her story got so convoluted that I had hard time salvaging anything from it. Now, you’re probably asking: How does this relate to Max? Fear not. I’m getting there. It was around this existential crisis that a mutual friend of my boyfriend and I convinced us to leave WoW and hop on SWTOR. My boyfriend was more than eager to make the switch but I was skeptical. Leaving WoW meant leaving Eve. And was I ready for that? 

He assured me I was and helped me make a character on SWTOR. This was the first iteration of Max. A bounty hunter from Nar’Shadda named Maxinora Fenrik. My intentions was to make her a lowkey copy of Eve. At this time, I wasn’t very confident in my writing abilities and liked to stay in my lane. But, the more I roleplayed this character the more she took on a life of her own. She evolved past Eve and exceeded my expectations. Playing a new character bolstered my confidence and while I no longer play SWTOR -due to OOC reasons- I still have fond memories with this character. I enjoyed this character so much that I reused several components of her design when making Max. Some which include her name and being blind in one eye. 

I flipped between the MMOs when Legion dropped. Expenses started to pile up and between the two subscriptions I didn’t have the time to play both. In the end, WoW won my affection and I made a Blood Elf because I had friends on Horde Side. Rorien Hawkthorne was her name. A drunk artist and master assassin. She’d be the second iteration of Max. She had an older sister complex, an affinity for being melancholy, and it was my first experience with playing a character who could kept secrets- or tried to at least. Another new character under the belt and I was feeling a little more confident in my story telling abilities. I’d probably would’ve kept playing that character if not for OOC drama happening in a guild I was in. The fallout had me jump back to the Alliance where I indulged in creature comforts. It was back to Eve. 

Tumblr made an entrance in my life around then as I ventured forth with a refreshed look on my hunter. I salvaged what I could and made a half-decent story. A lot of her misadventures are still posted up on her blog @evelonholmwood​ On the side I made the third iteration of Max. A fire mage and blacksmith combo by the name of Rowan Celwick with her younger brother Thomas Celwick.  They were just two orphaned kids trying to make a life in Stormwind. Rowan was an arcane drop-out and blacksmith wannabe and Thomas...Was...Well? Thomas? A glorified side-piece? A way to garner pity for Rowan. I didn’t place a lot of emphasis on them or their characters. My main focus was Eve. But these two would be the underlying foundation of Max and Auggie’s characters. 

I eventually took a hiatus from WoW and focused on more personal writing. The details are boring so I’ll gloss over it by saying that creating a character completely from scratch was the final push in the right direction for me. Fast forward several months to a year aaaaaand BOOM! Pandemic. 

Writing is an escape for me. It’s one of my best coping mechanisms during trying times. And when nothing else works, I over indulge in some Warcraft. So, I resubbed. There was hesitance when re-entering the RP scene. I didn’t leave Eve’s story off on an convenient note. For lack of better phrasing, I wrote myself into a hole I couldn’t get out of. So, with the help of my boyfriend, I decided it was time to give Eve her happy ending and shelf her for good. 

Which put me in a dilemma! Who was I going to RP? Well, you remember the Celwicks? They became my newest project. 

The Creative Process: 

I knew the Celwick story was weak and read much like a middle-school fanfiction. Revising was a must. But there were integral pieces to their story which I enjoyed: 

Familial Sacrifice 

Juxtaposing concepts

Intertwined Fates

These were themes I could work with and evolve. Keeping these in mind, I started to deconstruct the Celwick story line. They were no longer Gilnean but Kul’tiran. This prompted a name change from Celwick to Parkhurst. And I won’t lie, I like the sound of Parkhurst better than Celwick. Thomas became Augustine and Rowan became Maxinora (Mainly because I actually HAD the name Maxinora and not Rowan). The little changes got me hyped for the characters. 

Next, I started to trim away the unnecessary details that bogged down the narrative. Things that either didn’t fit or made the timeline too convoluted were replaced. Pyromancy was a great example. The age I wanted Max to be wouldn’t yield to her understanding of Pyromancy. At least, not to the level I WANTED it to be. SO, I turned it into lament’s magic. Alchemy. (I also always wanted to play an alchemist since watching FMA) 

A girl with two professions seemed excessive as well. I had to look at why I wanted her to be both an Alchemist and a Blacksmith. The answer was simple. I just liked the juxtaposition of an intelligent woman being rough and tumble. Which made me ask: Was Blacksmithing necessary to achieve that imagine? The answer was no. To pay respect to her previous iteration, I made their parents blacksmiths. It also let me keep themes of fire in her concept. The change in profession brought on a change in her appearance. I made her a little more slender to fit with the alchemist appeal. 

Max’s aesthetic was brought on by my previous characters.  Rorien inspired more internal facets of Max while Fenrik inspired outward appearances. Max’s auburn was strictly a decision made on the fact that I had one too many character’s with black hair. There wasn’t any other reason for it. 

Designing Max was easy. The real challenge was with Augustine. Up until that point, all I had to go on for his character was Tommy Celwick and...Well. There wasn’t a lot there. He wasn’t much more than a poorly used trope and I considered doing away with him all together. But I realized that I REALLY liked the trope and I liked what he did for Max’s character.  So, I buckled down and made myself think through all the reasons why Thomas Celwick -AKA Augustine Parkhust- needed to exist. 

I decided that I needed him in order to present themes in Max’s story. He was the foil to her character. Cynic older sister? Meet optimistic brother. He also appealed to not only the three themes listed above, but also the newest one I wanted to explore: two sides of the same coin. Max and Augustine are simultaneously the same, having similar traumas, and yet different. If for nothing else, Augustine could help propel Max in the right direction. Be her moral compass, you know? With a bit of half-assing here and there, I managed to get a decent character out of Augustine. Took the cliche nerdy brother idea, physical design and all, and ran with it. Shortly after I  made their Tumblr account. In no way did I expect this BOY to take on a life of his own. Like, Auggie knocked on my brain’s door and was like, “Yeah. No. I’m not a side character. Give me my own story...” 

Which will bring me into my final point! 

The Characters Write Their Own Story: 

I’ve never been able to sit down and plan a story. My mind doesn’t work in such a structured fashion. It wanders and explores. When I’m creating, I’m watching. Watching the scenes play out before my eyes as these characters take what I’ve given them and grow into something almost independent of me. The basic pieces of Max and Auggie’s back story, along with character design, were purposeful. Yes. But everything that came after was THEM.

It’s cliche, I know, but I can’t describe this experience any other way. These two grew outside of my influence and now dominate a space in my brain. They talk, work, and interact without me. I mean...Not REALLY. But...It feels like that. It feels I’m watching through a keyhole and just recording what I see as their story plays out. 

I guess a better analogy is me being the director. I’m watching the movie in the stands as two actors improv. On good days, I’m in control and rework scenes until I’m satisfied with the results. Try this. Move here. Say this. On bad days, I don’t see anything. My actors went home. The lights are off. Show’s cancelled for the day. These days make me sad...But they’re worth it because on the BEST days...The best days Max and Auggie run the whole show, and I am watching through the keyhole as their story unfolds little by little. 

It’s truly magical. 

The last part of their creation was the voice. Character voice, for me, is like building muscle. You need to work out. Start small and work your way up in weight. Every little piece I wrote made their voices stronger; and that’s including asks and threads. Interacting with other characters helped to flesh them out as people. And while it was hard and intimidating at first, it’s started to become easier. 

Wrap-Up

My method is messy and untrained. I don’t claim to have any secrets. My knowledge of writing is mediocre at best. But I’m having fun. And that’s were the real magic of any character comes in. Fun. Because if you aren’t writing about something that sparks your soul- either with love, happiness, hatred, etc- then it’s nothing more than a forced, hollow husk. Writing is meant to evoke emotion. At least in mind. And want to express complex emotions and share them. In a perfect world? My characters -any of my characters- resonates with someone. They become the escape someone needed. That’s the ultimate goal. 

It’s thanks to all of you that Max and Auggie have come this far. It’s from their interactions with others that they’ve managed to evolve into something incredible- especially Augustine. He just kept shining brighter and brighter until I felt obligated to make him an in-game character. So, you all are just as much a part in the creative process as me. Thank you! 

And a special thanks to my boyfriend for always being a sound board for my rambling ass <3 

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK, ANON! Sorry I posted an essay...<3 

[rels-tenim]

OC Page is live!

I finally got around to making my page of OC bios public! I’ve been working on it on and off last year, and I’m really happy with how it turned out. Currently, there’s a couple of characters still missing, but I plan on keeping it up to date.Feel free to drop an ask if you have any questions or want to know any more about these guys, I think about them a lot and now I’m excited to share!

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