#support: odin

[chosenoneofdusk]

lo, at long last, she hath arrived! she whom he cherishes above all others in his heart. she, who leaves blooming flowers in her wake, casting rays of light upon the dark and dismal corners of the earth. she, starlit ophelia, his very pride and joy! his beacon amidst the tempestuous storm of darkness, a guiding light to those who have lost their way, even unto him, who sometimes loses his way himself.

odin stands before her, exuding the majesty of a proud father. a broad smile stretches across his face, illuminating his features with a warmth that contrasts his imposing presence. arms spread wide in a gesture of welcome, and his voice, deep and resonant, booms out for all to hear.

"hark! what vision graces mine eyes? could it be?" a pause, a grin most brilliant. "the chosen heroine, in all her glory! in this most welcome twist of fate, dusk meets dark once more, and all is well in our fabled world."

he remains there for a moment longer, statuesque and poised until he can bear it no longer. odin sweeps her into his arms, and plants a loving peck on her forehead.

"welcome, ophelia. you don't know how overjoyed i am to be reunited with you. now, come! let us get you settled in. you'll need to tell me about your trip in great detail. spare nothing."

Exiting the carriage that had carried her from port to fort, a lone presence stands by the gates. It is a face she could recognize even in her sleep, without need to behold the figure for some time. The one who had given her the fateful tome that had revealed her destiny upon her, the courageous soul who would tear asunder the world if she but asked. How she had missed him when he departed for the school, and to see him now, alight with joy, brought a kindling of warmth she had so desperately needed. 

Her cape, made of the twilight upon which she derived her name, billows from behind her as she reaches her fated encounter with the one who had given her life and blazed the trail she now stepped upon. Seeing his arms spread to welcome none other but her, all the weariness from travel fades as she makes a delighted squeal to see him, before remembering herself and her composure as a chosen one.

“It could only be that which has been written in the stars! It is I, Ophelia Dusk, come to lay claim to my destiny! To accomplish such a feat what could the chosen do but seek out her master on the path that so few dare tread?” She feels eyes rolling and there’s a crowd of whispers, but this moment is not for the bystanders of fate. It is for the two heroes.

She shrieks in delight when she is brought into her father’s arms. Wrapping her own around his neck, she buries her face in his chest. This was what she had missed most in the time her father had been gone, his letters only quelling the loneliness that stirred her soul. Tears threaten to gather at her eyes but do not spill. “I missed you, Father, more than you’ll ever know.” At his words, she smiles. It had been a wondrous trip, but the destination was infinitesimally better. “Very well! As the captain departed from the port closest to home, the wind picked up and WHOOOOSH! Nohr had vanished before I even had a chance to say farewell to the land of my birth, but as a true heroine, I stood true and held fast to my intentions! It stormed and stormed as we traversed the sea, but I used my channeling powers to quell the thunder and make sure we arrived to port safely. But just because we had arrived safely did not mean our troubles were over yet! O’er mountain and valley I traveled by carriage, seeing much of this wondrous continent, before we were set upon by bandits! However they were no match for my magic and finally the heroine’s journey ended with reunification with the blade of darkness and fellow chosen one!” 

#toa ic #support: odin #i love these two already they are EVERYTHING TO ME #call this whatever you want I'm just happy and proud of this reply #thank you for the warm welcome!

[laslow]

[ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. bro what if we were each others rocks during these troubling times

For you, I would

His hands won't stop shaking.

Inigo stares at them as if in a trance, fixated on the staccato rhythm. Battle aftermath is never easy in the best of scenarios; now, after facing near defeat at the claws of a seemingly endless horde of Risen, reality has settled in his chest like a stone.

How can they fight against creatures made from fell magic? How can they possibly avenge their parents when they can't be sure of surviving the next hour?

A band tightens around his ribcage. He can't get a full breath, can't hear past the blood pounding in his ears--

Movement catches in his peripheral. Inigo starts, hands scrabbling for the sword laying discarded in the dirt next to him. Foolish, stupid idea to disappear into the treeline alone. But he needed the space, needed to panic in peace, where no one else could see Inigo the Invincible crumble.

Fingers curl around the blade's hilt, soil gathering underneath his nails. Rising onto his knees, he whirls, weapon half-leveled at the approaching, blurred figure. He doesn't remember starting to cry, but he blinks his tears away regardless, relaxing only fractionally when his vision settles, revealing not another opponent, but Owain.

Inigo's hand spasms, sword dropping unceremoniously back to earth. "H-hey, Owain." His voice cracks and he curls further in on himself, chin touching his chest, shoulders caved.

Of course it's Owain who finds him at his lowest. There's a joke in there somewhere, one Inigo would make in happier circumstances. But right now he can only tremble, and cry, and nearly buckle under the weight of his own fears.

There's a rustle, followed by a sudden presence at his side. Owain's quiet, for once, perhaps feeling some of the same dread coursing through Inigo's veins. A heartbeat passes, then a new weight settles on his shoulders.

Pink head lifts just enough. No trace of mockery lines the other boy's face; instead, his brows are pinched in concern. It's enough of a reassurance that Inigo can feel the crushing despair lighten, breath by breath.

"Thank you, my friend."

#i'm in fine form today! [asks] #WAAAAH THANK YOU FOR SENDING #set it during awakening era teehee :) #support: odin #bro what if our friendship was forged in hellish trauma bro #all actions approved by sara!!

[nohrslittleflower]

[ approval ] -  "i commend thee, lady elise, for your choice is as a rare gem unearthed from the depths of antiquity, a treasure that glimmers with the radiance of thy discerning soul!"

Ask Meme from Here!

Elise can’t help but immediately break out into giggles. She’s always entertained by how Odin can manage to say the simplest things in the most complicated way. It’s fun. She’s glad he still does it, even here. 

Though at this point it would probably be really weird to hear him talk normally.

“Thank you! Your selection is as… um… as astounding as the gleaming nights star, brighter than the rest in its splendor of darkness!” She nods confidently as she finishes, beaming up at her brother’s retainer. She’s a little out of practice in speaking Odin-talk ‘the dark tongue’, but she thinks she got it close enough! She’s pretty sure! She hopes! Only Odin would really know if that was true or not though.

#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Step back world! This girl is on FIRE! (IC) #˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Oh! Oh! Can we team up for the next battle? Pleeeease?! (Ask) #˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . I wanna get stronger and protect the people I love. Like you! (Supports) #Support: Odin #fellpurpose #//I TRIED MY BEST IDK HOW TO TALK ODIN #//WAS FUN TO TRY THOUGH

[princepsumbra]

milord!!!!! the tomato gardens!!!!!! theyre on FIRE!!!!

Leo's eyes flick upward. He doesn't bother putting his bookmark between the open pages on his lap.

"Trying to cover up some mishap of your own, Odin?"

The sequel:

"Happy Great Tree Moon's fools as well."

Bonus:

#support: odin #TOAaprilfools #leo like: yeah if they're on fire why ain't you putting it out then hm? #LMAO thank you sm sm sms sara odin has brought me SUCH joy today

[sieglinde-freud]

playing fates again this is how its going

#fe shitpost #fe14 #fe odin #fe azura #fe laslow #fire emblem #rare odin/azura shipper ik but like… can u guys think about it for a second… for me… #also wingman laslow but hes terrible at it is the funniest concept to me #bc hes really only good at it when hes not trying to be and unfortunately he would try really hard for odin this was his idea #it works out in the end only because i pressed the s support button and not anything he did

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

I love the absolute chaotic adoptive sibling vibes Atreus and Thrúd have. Thrúd went from being the youngest kid to having an even more chaos gremlin younger brother to wreck havoc with and I think its great cause then you have poor Skjoldr in the corner panicking 24-7 ever since those two became friends. Atreus and Thrúd should be allowed to enable one another.

#thrud is the sister that atreus was robbed of #and atreus is the loving supportive brother that she never got due to odin #like i can see kratos supporting thrúd and helping her with mjolnir and her powers due to feeling bad for thor's death #but then he immediately regrets it because thrúd and atreus could easily destroy the realms with their hijinks #god of war #gow #god of war ragnarok #gow ragnarök #gow ragnarok spoilers #god of war ragnarok spoiler #gow atreus #atreus #gow thrud #thrud

[emblemxeno]

Can you imagine if Owain, Inigo, and Severa shared an Emblem bracelet or even just were just in Elyos for some reason with new aliases i’d love them to keep being recurring characters it’s so fucking funny lmao

#owain and kagetsu would be besties #inigo would drive celine insane until the inevitably deep and tragic a support #severa would make alcryst combust on the spot #much potential #fire emblem engage #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fates #owain fire emblem #inigo fire emblem #severa fire emblem #odin fire emblem #laslow fire emblem #selena fire emblem #fire emblem

[worstloki]

when u've just been through the most harrowing experience of your life (your brother lied to you) (and also u got a gf) and then have no idea what the end fight of the movie is about even though you're the main character of like, life,

(source)

#AU where Thor assumes off what Loki is saying that he's the adopted one and Loki is freaking out because of the stresses of being heir #like oh that's terrible Loki I'm sorry everything got dropped on you like that at once I'm so sorry here I'll help you adjust to kingship #which inadvertently ends up with Thor calming Loki enough for him to stop the bifrost plot and no longer thinking he would kill him #Thor like I don't care if we're not blood and in hindsight i treated you terrible thinking I was going to be king and wage wars and such #and Loki starts talking about how he killed Laufey (again with NO CONTEXT loki buddy get a grip) #and Thor is like oh surely that was traumatic having to slay the enemy king for the good of Asgard... I will vouch for you luring him Loki #etc. #Language! #L! #Sif and the Warriors 3 will not fare well with Thor supporting his brother as king i think dksjfvhsdbf after all their effort sajdkf #whenever Odin wakes up Thor confronts them and asks who his real parents are and Odin and Frigga are like >.> 'i didn't tell him' <.< #maybe he phrases it like ''i would like to hear the truths of our parentage from you yourselves'' so they're like uh oh

[bellaaldamas]

@stupidrant this is the official, SMS approved (hopefully) gif everyone should use whenever they encounter a fandom troll.

#because any other reasoning just wouldn't work on those people #yesterday stumbled across another troll comment (though not a new one) from an Odin apologist #saying that Odin 'never abused Freya' and women like her 'always lie about those things' #alas there's no option to post gif responses in the YT comment section #otherwise I'd be doing that on a hourly basis whenever seeing nonsense like this; or posts about how #'Thr*d and Atreus should get together; because apparently a girl punching a boy in the face before trying to #chop his head off as he lies helpless on the ground (which she would've done if her mother hadn't interfered) after calling him #'a killer just like his father'; or a boy 15 years of age playing a parent to girl's actual parents - one of whom is #a semi-functioning literally gigantic alcoholic who slaughtered this boy's people and bragged about it in front of him - #is a basis for healthy romance #rather than an actual healthy and equal and caring relationship between Atreus and Angrboda #who trusted him when he admitted he had no idea what he was doing and agreed to share responsibility with him #which was supposed to be his all along but that he wasn't ready to take just yet #in addition to opening up about her own pain of losing both parents just to help him feel better #and aiding him in embracing their shared heritage which was what Atreus wanted from the moment he #learned of his giant background and 'Loki' #that is on top of taking care of Fen while Atreus embarked on a quest of his own (both times) and being the only one who could #sooth him back into human form during his animal transformations using only words of support and physical gentleness

[machiot]

Alright, now who's THIS clown? Does anyone in this day and age really still say "hoy"? He doesn't look like an old fogey, hell, he looks younger than Griss, but maybe he's like Veyle or Zephia and older than he looks...?

Or maybe he's just a weirdo.

"It's Marni, short for nothing! If my name was any longer, my enemies wouldn't be able to say it when I'm killing 'em," Marni smumbles. "If it's easy to say, then it's easy to praise me, too!"

#toaball2024 #<? #fellpurpose #🎀 support: odin #//YAYYYYY THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME #//not moving this one to a new post for once bc im assuming it's a one off for sillies

[bullfinch-lover]

More "Odin Eidolon in Ducktales 2017" stuff. And can you tell I totally used DonDaisy kiss from the actual show as a reference to just draw a DonOdin version of it, because that ship rocks and I'm so normal about them hahaha. 😳

Also it's too late Odin, Scrooge knows you're gay for his nephew and so do the kids too.

(Odin's Ducktales 2017 design belongs to @marziafantasia94 !)

#ducktales 2017 #dt17 #paperinik #paperinik new adventures #pkna #odin eidolon #donald duck #donodin #duno #scrooge mcduck #huey dewey and louie #general lunaris #scrooge and the kids are actually supportive they're just confused for donald suddenly getting kissed by his handsome billionaire 'friend' #also odin is totally beating lunaris' ass there with his golden armour on because he hurt his dear donald #my art

[unityrain24]

nono no you see thor ragnarok didn't follow the strict Thor Movie Formula, that's why it turned out that way.

This is how Thor movies are supposed to go:

Typical Thor Movie

Odin's (racist) Monologue to start it off, Genocide is Cool guys, i swear

usually consists of condemning a race, beating them at battle, stealing an important artifact of theirs

again, wooo genocide so cool

Pan over Asgard directly after said monologue

Close-up pf Heimdall's eye

1 (one) shirtless scene of Thor

Thor and Loki "madness" talk

Odin talking over Frigga in a deleted scene

Odin talking about birth-rite, duty, honour, etc.

Thor's face squished against glass (this is a must)

Jane running to Thor as he's unconscious as a harmful object/force is coming at him

genocide = cool & effective (unless loki thinks about it)

Loki assumed dead at some point in the film

Thor and Jane kiss passionately at the very end and it's awkward for me

cool music

#(i do not support genocide don't worry) #thor #thor movies #thor 1 #thor 2011 #thor tdw #thor the dark world #tdw #thor ragnarok #loki #odin #asgard is racist #marvel #mcu

[laslow]

w-w-aswow??? hewwo??? c-can yuo heaw me?? waswow aw yuou there??? uwuw waswow pwease! caww out my dawk nawme!!!

So far, he's avoided most of the shenanigans going on around the monastery today. No time like the present to catch up on grading assignments! (Which, he could have finished earlier, but this last failed date left him more melancholy than usual. Probably something to do with the lovely lady throwing a perfectly good piece of lemon cake in his face.)

Even now he can still taste the chocolate frosting that landed on his lips. The things he endures for love are worthy of epic ballads!

Laslow sets his quill down, then stretches out his wrists. He eyes the remaining stack of papers; not so many now that he can't enjoy some fun before returning to the grind.

Standing, he's about to scoot his chair in when he hears it. Eyes narrowed, he pauses, waiting for it to sound again--

He sighs. That voice is unmistakable, even in whatever tone that is. "Odin, I have never wished I couldn't hear you more." Laslow creeps closer to the door. "Careful, now, or my--" Damn, how did Odin come up with names on the fly? "My Dazzling Door Opening art will knock your socks off!"

#support: odin #TOAaprilfools #this is the most cursed thing i've ever read thank u sara #the image of odin whispering this through a crack in the door was way too good to pass up

[bookish-huntress-art]

"Mile after mile⁠ From the stars to the place⁠ Where the void sings⁠ We’ll answer its call"⁠

Track 1: "Odin" from The Bifrost Incident, album by The Mechanisms

#the mechanisms #the bifrost incident #tbi #tbi the mechs #tbi odin #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr #support artists #neon #neon art

[princepsumbra]

"Hark, milord! On this day did darkness descend, giving birth to the heroic spirit within my stygian master..." Odin stops the professor on his walk to class with one of his dramatic poses. An hand falls over his face, fingers opening just a crack for an ashen eye to peek through. He gives pause, as if letting an imaginary twinkle live its short life. "...And unleashing a storm of retribution against the forces of evil! I've heard the legends: they say that a shadow was cast upon the moon, and your cradle came crashing into the castle!"

At least, that's what the ones he started say.

"So behold! As your retainer I take this day very seriously. 'Tis a matter of life and death!" With his spare hand, he reaches behind his back. Some rummaging around happens--probably more than Odin would have liked or had been sufficiently dramatic--and with a little flair he presents a carefully-wrapped costume box. "Happy birthday, Lord Leo! Greatness and power shall find you, lest I am not an Avenger of Righteous Justice!"

He drops the edgy facade and pushes the gift to the prince's chest with both hands, his smiling face eager to see it opened. "So go on! Shout your sacred name into the heavens, and let them know that none may stand in your way with your ultimate birthday powers! This gift shall amplify them, too, for it is the twin of the artifact I draw my power from."

Another pause. This time, to create gravity. He waggles his finger, and the line on his brow darkens with the rise of excitement.

"That's right... I've given you... Your very own Wings of Darkness!"

Sort of. They aren't quite the same--scaled instead of feathered--but the idea was for them to not be a complete match. These ones are the black and pointed wings of a gargoyle, inspiring fear and terror in equal measure... That is to say, not a lot of either, since, at the end of the day, they are still just a prop.

But Odin's face looks so excited. He can't wait to see what wicked spells Leo would cast whilst wearing them.

Odin's shadow gave him away.

Leo saw a flash of blond just peeking around the corner on his route to class. It was about time he changed which pathways he walked, anyway. Predictability only led to situations like this (and a knife in the back, though such a threat is low here at Garreg Mach).

Now he stands patiently waiting for his every-loyal retainer to finish whatever grand speech he'd no doubt been practicing for hours. While flashy, the colorful rumors and tales did add another layer of mystique to Leo's reputation, and he does appreciate the unintended affect.

A matter of life and death is a touch dramatic, even for Odin. Leo won't begrudge the mage for forgetting a birthday; Leo himself holds no plans other than a quiet dinner with his sisters. But he keeps talking...and talking...and talking while shoving the gift further into Leo's personal space.

He accepts the box with his free hand--the other currently occupied with freshly graded papers ready for return--while doing his best to look properly impressed. This stuff matters to Odin; ruining his enthusiasm on the grounds of not understanding why it holds so much weight is ignorant at best and baselessly cruel at worst. Odin thrives on flamboyance, on the power of stories and make-believe talismans.

"Wings of Darkness?" Leo repeats, curious despite himself. It takes some shuffling, but he manages to maneuver everything properly in his arms so he can open the box without dropping it all.

A costume prop greets him once he finally pops the lid off. The name wasn't a misnomer after all; the cloth is of the deepest black, textured to shimmer like scales in the shifting light. If not for the impressive amount of detail (and backstory), Leo would think this a joke.

But judging by the look on his retainer's face, he considers this as serious as Leo would a battle strategy.

"I...thank you, Odin, for this artifact," Leo replies with true sincerity. He replaces the lid with all the studiousness such a gift deserves. "I will guard them jealously."

(And if they remain in their box, unworn not out of distaste but sheer embarrassment, that's between him and the shadow-casted moon.)

#at least i didn't embarrass myself [asks] #support: odin #leo birthday 2023 #PRETEND I ANSWERED THIS EARLIER LMAO #thank you orooooooo

[fellpurpose]

MAGE DRAGON DID NOT KNOW WHERE HER FEELINGS WERE, for lots of factors of to-day, but mainly, in the bond she had grown with a certain, dull blonde-haired artist. he was all that she despised; intellectual in the wrong form, awfully loud to a discomfort, and a human. but, she could not deny the power that thrummed beneath his veins, commanded thus only by thunder and lightning. his theatrics, though, could be bent to a beneficial angle, in the possible form of distracting what he would then ruin.

how unfortunate, then, that all hopes of dragging his reputation through the remains of her wrath were immediately dispelled upon the sight of him; facing the wall of the library’s corner, gesturing wildly and without possible coherence, and mumbling to himself in a voice that was too loud to be whispers but too quiet to be discernable.

zephia’s smile immediately contorted into a grimace, the small box in her hand nearly crushed beneath her fist from shock.

“...right,” came her small mutter, followed closely by a curt hum as she took to softening her expression, “odin? step away from the corner, would you? i come bearing a gift.”

it was not much. a substitute for a present she would prefer━━━claws at the slope of his throat and a crook in his spine from kneeling━━━but she learned long ago that suffering must be introduced as a grace before it can allow for a sacrifice of blood. she cannot offer the intimacy of drawing blood together until he sees why there was an intimacy in the loss.

when odin turned, zephia quickly thrust the gift at him. a small, square box that, upon opening it, revealed a rather quaint gem. pale in color, though there was no denying the flicker of a sangria tint within its dull shine.

“it is a simple ability of mage dragons, creating magical objects and the like.” a pause; mage dragon’s smile twitched. “in light of you entertaining me in the armory, i gift you a charm of luck. do not exert it, for you can only use it minorly.”

but this sacrifice━━━a draw of the magic buried deep within her as of her demise, stalling her strength for but a day━━━would bear fruit. zephia would see to it that he returned the favor, whether by blood or trust, he’d be bound to her by this mere gift. thus, her expression brightened, sangria eyes narrowing with a senseless joy and her hands clasping as a sign of gratitude. 

“i heard that it was human custom to present others with gifts to-day, so here. take it, please.” she played the interaction with faux innocence, smiling as she added, “we are not friends, nor are we close, but i pray to the fell dragon that our bond grows, either way.”

( HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, from ZEPHIA to ODIN ! ) p.s. "elix they haven't even finished the armory thread" ok but i want an excuse to send sara funny threats via vday so look away from my indulgence orz odin's this close ( pinches my fingers ) to getting his fifth hound badge ( this is a lie )

in the shimmering haze of his own grandiosity, every gesture is a flourish and every word a soliloquy. just like the protagonist of the tale enclosed in his clutch, the mage thinks himself an enigmatic figure in this cast-off corner of the library. a theatrical virtuoso! the maestro of melodrama! he, who possess a flair for the dramatic, rivaled only by the gods themselves!

yet amidst his opulent realm of self-adulation, there comes a moment of surprise —the sound of the familiar voice. odin turns suddenly. zephia is met with a sharp gasp! and the rapid thud! of the book he shuts close.

( behold! see what is bestowed upon those who yield to the majesty of fate! )

within her grasp is a precious treasure. the pale hue of the gem, like the delicate blush of a rose petal, appears ethereal against the backdrop of her fingers. upon closer inspection, he can discern a hidden richness—a whisper of sangria, as if the gem holds within it the essence of twilight's warmth. an undeniable allure —a subtle charm that draws the eye of a chosen one and stirs his imagination. "that opulent finish...to stare at it...so alluring...like losing oneself in the twilight dusk-!"

odin's eyes grow wide. at long last, the grandiloquent maestro is rendered speechless (a rare occurrence in the annals of his dramatic repertoire). he returns the faux smile with sincerity, bowing his golden head as he takes gift into his own capable hands. "th-thank you, my lady!" and thus, the curtains of his ego part temporarily, revealing a glimpse of humility beneath the veil of extravagance. eyes mist with emotional wonder, and features alight with awe and gratitude. ( could this be confirmation? could he really be all that he aims to emulate? )

"ahem. but i would hardly call it SIMPLE! your skills are most impressive. and this attitude of yours...so casual in the face of a dark art as complex as conjuration...to be expected of a being with your ILLUSTRIOUS POWER!"

he beams, thoroughly delighted by this new development. "you heard correctly! now, let us be allies in shadow. two paragons of darkness who walk the lonely path of the fell arts. with this exchange...i hope you'll come to think of me as a reliable friend and companion."

the gem is turned over carefully in his hands. a thought occurs suddenly, and bright eyes turn pleading. "WAIT! before you leave, lady zephia...you must tell me what exquisite name you've bestowed upon this treasure! a most feverish, fervent yearning burns within me...the anticipation of knowing its name pierces me with a MILLION and one knives of pure agony- !"

#✦ •・ ANSWERED! #✦ •・ SUPPORT─ zephia #ruinakete #ZEPHIA WHAT DOES THIS MAN HAVE THAT I DONT 😩 :DUSTED: :DUSTED: :DUSTED: #i'm on my knees begging someone to pull him out of danger before he gets steamrolled ........... #odin: wow! a mysterious fell friend who totally gets me! / zephia: im literally going to cook you but okay #happy valentines day! (its march 5th) TY FOR SENDING <3 ur prose...magnifique as the french say #long post //