#fenrik

[risingada]

When: 24th November 2023 Where: The Compound Who: @fenriksblade

"Shut up." Dawn said (shouted) suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere from her position curled up at the end of her favourite couch in the compound. She'd arrived early to meet Yseult, and as was a regular occurrence, after a conversation with Fenrik that she was under the impression he probably didn't want, was now scrolling through her phone in nearish silence.

That was until an email popped up on her phone and caused her to sit up straight, exclaiming for a second time, this time with more excitement. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

#fenrik 4 #fenrik #nov 23

[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: april 29th where: hilda’s cabin, bloodhearth who: @fenriksblade​

With her hand clenched around a cold glass of vodka — on the rocks, of course — Hilda stared across her cabin, watching her friends interact with Priscilla. Even Fenrik had come, which she hadn’t been sure of. They hadn’t spoken since their argument, when he’d said he didn’t care about her personal life. That’s what had made her unsure he’d come to meet Priscilla. There wasn’t anything more personal than that. 

It was maybe the hit of the ethereum she had taken when she’d “gone to the toilet” fifteen minutes ago, but, for whatever reason, Hilda felt a strange warmth. For one night, she could pretend this was her real life. Married. Surrounded by friends. She could pretend she had a sense of belonging and happiness she hadn’t since she’d left the circus. She could pretend she’d found contentedness. The only thing she couldn’t do, was get used to the feeling. None of it was real. Priscilla wasn’t real. She and Fenrik were fighting. It was all a house of cards, even if it was one she liked the feeling of it, for now. 

#do u really wanna know where i was april 29th????????? #fenrik #fenrik6 #april2023

[aghxst]

No matter the cost 

#i perhaps made this for the exact reason you think #blood origin #the witcher #the witcher blood origin #fenrik #balor

[nadiacattaneo]

When: 15th April 2023 Where: Nadia’s ship, Port Grave Who: @fenriksblade​

The thing with being a captain, that a lot of her crew could never grasp, was the business of it all. Sure, a lot of the fun came from the hunt, the thrill of finding the treasure they’d set out for, the drinks shared whilst inspecting their ways on the way back to the island. But as soon as they hit the shore, it was all about turning that into a real profit. Money spoke a lot louder than jewels, after all. Especially when you were like Nadia, with a taste for the finer things in life. 

And today, that’s where Fenrik came in.“And your team can handle that?” She was skeptical, of course. The plan was, for all its purposes, a risky one. But if they pulled it off it could benefit them all. Nadia dealt in gold, Fenrik in weapons. And the people they sold to wanted power. There was money in it all.

#fenrik #fenrik 1 #april 23 #i would be a terrible business woman #the way my brain is half baked turning gold into guns

[dustymarsh]

WHEN: 8.15.2022 WHERE: the compound garage; Bloodhearth WHO: Dusty + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade​ )

Though her clothes at the time of the event had been black as night, Dusty could smell him with each step she took. The blouse was dumped outside of the record store caddy-cornered to Treaty. Her pants -- oh, her favorite fucking skinny jeans, were disposed in the dumpers behind Up & Atom Burger. It was intense and, honestly, excessive considering how often each territory’s land ran red with blood. Adrenaline was being worked out in ways it hadn’t been in years, sitting on a largening secret. That’s all she could say about that. This third killing hadn’t left her in shock as much as the other two, because this time, Dusty may have been in the drivers seat.

Slowly, but hopefully without giving the creeps, Dusty rolled up to the shop so fucking far out of town, it certainly couldn’t be a real zip code she was arriving to. As a warning, Dusty flashed her headlights and parked as close as possible. She piled out, not expecting the sudden nip to the air as she did. That damn kitchen knife remained pressed to her hipbone, hidden behind the jean’s waistband.

“I come in peace.” She may have been quoting Star Trek, but she couldn’t muster throwing up the sign today.

#fenrik #fenrik1 #august 2022

[mars-imelo]

"I'm telling you this for your own sake: stay away from V.S." Last session sketch

Fenrik (left) belongs to @jjb-art

#dnd art #dnd npc #dnd oc #art #megveil #fenrik #myart

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

You guys know that "all my friends are pretty" moodboard trend? Yeah, I want to do that with ocs.

I had to make it with all my video game blorbos 🥺 the WYGTYAverse (and the BG3 crossover with Hjaldir) are the first ones, and the Dragon Age ones are the last 2.

I'd love to see more of everyone's ocs with this template! If you want to, of course! I'm going to tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @thelavenderelf @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @nerevar-quote-and-star @illumiera @dirty-bosmer @blossom-adventures absolutely no pressure if you don't want to do this, as always 💖💖

#oc: ravonna #oc: hjaldir #oc: signe #oc: fenrik #oc: aedan #oc: max #tag game #skyrim oc #dai oc #dao oc #also I know I used screenshots for everyone except aedan but that's his faceclaim! I unfortunately don't have any screenshots of him

[yseultcai]

WHEN: July 17th, 2023 WHERE: The Compound WHO: @fenriksblade

The night was a long one. By the time both Elisa and Yseult made it back from the alleyway, the 16th had moved into the 17th, and she was beginning to feel like maybe she was going just a little insane. It was mostly the lack of sleep, but also a deep desire to seek Fenrik out. To find him, and tell him exactly what happened. He'd know what else she was missing. What else she should be doing beyond hacking into the CCTV. Skewing times on the cell phone tower. He was good at the practical. But more than that, she needed his reassurance. That she wasn't some monster. That this wasn't the kind of road she'd have to keep traveling down time and time again. Her heart was aching enough already.

"Fenrik?" Yseult called out, not so differently than she had a month before. This time she was wearing an old, ratty sweatshirt. One she had stolen from her dad's closet before she left home. She was also holding the bloodied knife in her hand, the one Fenrik had bestowed upon her after she had expressed her fear over what might happen. After she told him that nothing would.

She was surprisingly good at lying. She'd told her dad she'd come home and visit. She told Fenrik everything would be fine.

#ch: fenrik #ch7: fenrik #date: 07/17/2023

[rohawkins]

WHEN: November 18th, 2022 WHERE: Street Racing WHO: @fenriksblade​

“Look big guy, we’ve done this whole song and dance before.” Ro had her hands on each hip, striking a pose that was decidedly not welcoming or generous. She had come to race tonight. More than happy to take her bike out for a spin. To feel the musty, chilly breeze in her hair once more before the weather could take a change for the worse. Bikes didn’t perform well in ice and snow. They were more susceptible than other vehicles in that regard, which put her at a distinct disadvantage. What she wouldn’t have given for Alexander’s fancy car now.

She raised her chin. “One race. Double or nothing. I need the money, you need the fun. Seems like the right sort of thing for both of us.” Ro had seen him around before enough to know his name. Fenrik. And she knew something else about him, too. That he was a tough fucker who was best not prodded at too much. She had enough enemies as it stood.

#ch: fenrik #ch1: fenrik #date: 11/18/2022

[leithpowell]

— when ; sunday, 5 june 2022, 13:45 — where ; obsidian central station, obsidian city  — availability ; 2/2

A train station was an odd location to find a winged fae, but given that Leith Powell preferred to conceal his own, well, oddity (in his opinion), he opted for a slower means of transportation. One that was also, unfortunately, prone to delays. He sighed, folding the corners of the ticket in a repetitive and soothing manner. Eyes scanned the estimated times board, with numbers that kept increasing the delay. Five minutes easily turned to ten, then soon rounded to fifteen, and so on. Perhaps he ought to fly, but given the limited cloud coverage and bright afternoon sky, it didn’t seem particularly wise. Like most aspects of his life, Leith preferred to keep his wings hidden—tucked beneath expertly tailored suits. 

He sighed once more, this time noticing someone else on the platform. “At this rate, I’d arrive faster by foot,” Leith said aloud to no one in particular. A part of him, buried deeply, hoped someone would answer. If he were honest with himself, he would admit that loneliness didn’t suit him particularly well. 

But that was a conundrum for another day. 

#d ; june 2022 #c ; kaz popov #c1 ; kaz popov #c ; fenrik skullglade #c1 ; fenrik skullglade

[risingada]

When: 13th May 2023  Where: Bloodhearth Main Street Who: @fenriksblade​

Dawn had never liked driving. Ever since the accident, getting behind the wheel of her car was treated like a necessary evil, only used when there were no other option. It had lived with her, one small slip and everything could be ripped away. It had taken years before she would drive herself anywhere, and even now she only did so from the safety of her car that was too big for a small girl like her. There was no way she would get behind he wheel of a sports car like many of her teammate drove.

One of her most driven routes, of course, was between Wailing Waters and Bloodhearth. She knew it like the back of her hand, every turn, every blind spot --- she felt comfortable on it. Today though, with her white range rover pulled onto the side of Bloodhearth’s main street, her old faithful let her down. The electronics, it seemed, had died, leaving the drivers window half open. Annoying, but fixable. That was until the door itself wouldn’t open, stuck in the lock position. “No,” she lamented to herself, battled with the door handle. Suddenly she wished she was driving an older car, purely for the sake of being able to pop it open. It was when she spotted the familiar face -- or more so the familiar gait of a man walking in the opposite direction -- that she knew she had to swallow her pride and call for help. Call him for help. “Fenrik?” Nothing. She took a breath, and tried again. “Fenrik!”

#fenrik #fenrik 3 #may 23 #idk if this is an issue with cars but we're pretending it is ty x

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 4.20.23 WHERE: Compound; Bloodhearth WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade )

There’d been the day rain turned to hail turned to blood. The morning she was pulled from the comforting confines of her bed, dragged out by her ankles, and onto the splintering floorboards below. The least horrific occurrence had been the most unnerving, coming home to a sparkling clean cabin, candles lit, and an outfit laid across the bed. One Elba had never purchased nor worn. A day she felt unsafe in the home crafted by her own two hands, was not one she’d ever seen coming. Her denial was deep enough to believe this was all in her head. She was coping. She- she was coping. When you’d cheated death enough, there were bound to be consequences you were meant to forever live with. Something to remind you of your own mortality.

Three separate targets had been set up in accordance with the events, pinned to bales of hay stacked at different heights. Each pull of the bow was shot at a different target. One hundred times she needed to hit each. Three-hundred pulls of the bow’s string needed to be precise. If a bullseye was missed a single time, the counting began again. She’d not made a mistake yet but had been at it for an excruciating two, almost three, hours. With each pull of the bow, her nose flared and she breathed out steadily. Her hands sweat profusely underneath the protective gloves she was forced to wear after her string burns began bleeding. Her grip tightened, desperate for friction to remain. Her goal was to hit the one-hundred-and-six-fifth shot. 

Not feeling safe within her own home or within her own head was blamed on one person alone. Lori’s face centered on the next red bullseye, two brown eyes falling into focused slits. And before the arrow could shoot off where Elba led, the wooden handle splintered in half between her palm. “Son of a bitch,” she swore, wiping the perspiration off her head with the hand that held the arrow. There might’ve not been much hope for this wooden weapon, but it didn’t stop Elba from striding inside the garage with slouched shoulders. She didn’t shout over the music Fenrik listened to while he worked. She just waited for him to notice her, then held up the broken bow with a deep shrug.

“Fix it?” she mouthed, wondering if he could work that magic.

#this was supposed to be short #we're wordy bitches over here #all thoughts head too full #fenrik #fenrik25 #april 2023

[hildasantos]

when: 3rd august where: wing restaurant who: @fenriksblade

"Okay, so the game is this," Hilda said, sat across from Fenrik at the high table in the local wing dive. It was dingy and grimy, but shouldn't all good wing places be? "We start with the least spicy wing and work our way up. First one to crack and need milk to cool their mouth down loses. You in?" She didn't offer any sort of reward, she couldn't afford to pay a bet, but that wasn't the fun for her.

#fenrik #fenrik7 #august2023

[lixinzhou]

WHEN: May 25th, 2022 WHERE: Obsidian Central Station WHO: @fenriksblade​

Lixin was used to blood. It came with the territory, and as a result, he rarely even blinked when he saw dark red liquid. Was he fond of seeing the substance? No, no he’d prefer it all stay inside of people where it belonged, but the city wasn’t known for its gentle nature. And as a result, even when traveling, Lixing was used to the coppery substance that seemed to follow him, no matter where he went.

Sitting a few chairs over, was a man clutching at his side, the blood pushing through his fingers. With a quiet sigh, one born from his own need to get involved when it wasn’t really his place, Lixin stood up and walked slowly over to him. The most important first step was to show that he had nothing in his hands, to prove that this wasn’t some trick to take advantage of someone when they were down. 

“Sir?” Lixin started, clearing his throat. “Can I have a look at your side? I’m a doctor, I can get out my credentials if you need them.”

#ch: fenrik #ch1: fenrik #date: 05/25/2022 #blood tw

[fenriksblade]

#music #on the fence #on whether or not fenrik even has a spotify #but