#anyways we love huginn and muninn

[cathey-winchester-666]

I READ CHAPTER 23 OF LFLS BY @eternalglitch (again) AND MY BRAIN IS GOING A MILLION MILES AN HOUR AND I HAVE A THEORY THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYONE ELSE POST ABOUT YET AND IDK WHY PEOPLE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT IT.

FIRST OF ALL, THE ANGST IS BEAUTIFUL ANOTHER PAINFULLY CRAFTED MASTERPIECE I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH THE CLASS WE ALL LOVE (and loathe a little, but we’re kinda also to blame for indulging in the pain lmao) YOUR WORK.

I just want you to know it’s got my brain worms tossing and turning in their little graves. I am seriously considering properly analysing your fic (threat).

Now on to the theory (below the cut to avoid spoilers) :)

WHAT THE HELL ARE THE NOTIFICATIONS THAT DONNIE KEEPS GETTING????

Well, here’s my theory: Muninn and Huginn (I refuse to believe he’s dead)….

Just think about it for a second. With the whole scuffle that was going down, Muninn had time to escape, or at least find a place to hide and carry Huginn off with him to (or drag or whatever).

There’s no way that Muninn would return to Draxum after the betrayal and the showing of Draxum’s true colours and all that juicy angsty stuff. And the pair have also canonically not had a previous master (at least none that they’ve stuck with for a substantial length of time) that they would go to in a crisis. And he wouldn’t return to the Gargoyle Sanctum thingamabob we saw them come from in the series. So that leaves only one conclusion: Muninn is somewhere out there fending for himself and a very injured Huginn.

My theory is that Donnie’s little notifications are of Muninn resurfacing for supplies - we’ve seen how often the boys have to change bandages for wounds in LFLS, so the logical implementations are that he has to buy a fair amount of bandages for his buddy. Whilst he would have to buy bandages for Huginn, there’s also the additional requirement of food - it doesn’t matter how small they are, the little guys still have to eat - and Muninn is only small and canonically not very strong, which means he can’t carry heavy loads of shopping. Also, without the income (if he even got any) from Draxum and/or the ability to rely on the yokai for a constant supply of food, much like a dog it’s owner (not derogatory, that’s just how they’re represented in the series) that means Muninn had to risk leaving Huginn often to steal food and supplies. Seventeen times in a week may seem a bit excessive, but when you’re building an infirmary from scratch and consider how tiny Muninn’s little arms are, it really isn’t that crazy.

NOW, ON TO WHY DONNIE HASNT SAID/DONE ANYTHING ABOUT THIS YET

This bit’s a little bit flimsy and I’m not too sure how to answer it, but I’m doing my best to fill the 7ft plot-holes in my theory. I believe it is due to a possible combination of three things: (1) He’s worried about how injured his family is and he doesn’t think they can handle another fight; (2) He’s not sure how Leo will react to seeing the Gargoyle pair again (this is the big one); (3) Donnie may not completely trust them yet (HEAR ME OUT!!) and he hasn’t turned off the notifications bc he feels guilty for not doing anything, but he still wants to know that they’re there and alive (also, if Draxum suddenly appears, Don will know about it).

(I also have a theory that Don is going to try and save them himself, but that's a very shaky one because of the trauma of Leo going alone and what that all entailed that glitch has been exploring throughout the fic. He probs has several trackers planted on the whole family by now. I’d honestly be more surprised if he didn’t.)

But I digress. On to theory one: The family is 100% injured and not at all ready for a fight. April is out of commission, Raph's hands are fried (but I feel that he would insist on joining a fight anyway), and we all not Leo's kinda down in the dumps. Plus, everyone is emotionally and mentally destroyed. They are not up for any kind of fight. And Donnie doesn't exactly strike me as the kind of person who intentionally puts his family in more danger than is necessary, especially in this current situation.

Number two: He's not sure how Leo will react to seeing the sidekicks present for the worst trauma he's ever (and hopefully will ever) experience in his lifetime. The pair were there during just about everything that happened to him - including the Battle Nexus, when Draxum wasn't present - and Leo would undoubtedly have made strong links in his mind between the gargoyles and the trauma he experienced. One can pretty confidently assume that having the pair around whilst he is trying to recover and whilst the fear of Draxum's return is still very heavy in the air, is going to cause problems for both Leo and the rest of the family, even if they know that the gargoyles willingly chose to help at the risk of their own lives. And if a dumdum such as myself can make those links, then there's no way that Donnie hasn't made them as well. For the sake of his family (especially Leo), Donnie is choosing to do nothing for the ex-henchgoyles. BUT, with each passing day and as more of the notifications continue, Donnie's guilt may start to eat him up inside and he's likely to just react without thinking (he's very emotionally tense and high-strung, so he's not thinking like his usual, logical self) and try to rescue them. I could go so much further into depth about the repercussions of what the gargoyles being in the lair might do to the fam, especially Leo, but I'm trying to keep this relatively short, lemme know if you wanna know more and I'll theory dump on you :)

Third and final: Donnie doesn't completely trust them. Let's be honest, Donnie's never really struck me as the overly trusting type and this whole situation would have only amplified it and made his trust issues a thousand times worse. This one is probably my flimsiest reasoning and it likely just added on to the others.

Either way, whether I'm right or not, I know glitch won't leave us hanging with that forever. They're a good writer and they don't seem to me to be the kind of author that leaves loose ends just hanging around. Cliffhangers, absolutely without a doubt they leave us hanging off of. But not loose ends (especially with how hard they were hinting at the notifications during the last chapter, it MUST be something important and I am absolutely BURSTING to find out what it is :)

(I'm looking back over and you can tell which one my favourite theory is LOL)

#the hyperfixation is strong with this one #BRUH the adhd do be hitting hard #literally spent AGES on this when i should be doing legal studies #if you squint you can see me waving my education farewell #lfls #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt donnatello #rottmnt mikey #save rottmnt #tmnt #lfls theory #rottmnt lfls #lfls leo #lfls spoilers #green lfls #lfls fanart #theory

[pkducklett]

I’ve posted about Pancake a couple times, I thought for this time I should post about my headcanon other critter pets in the survivor camp. Know that the gender of each critter is purely speculation, my headcanon is that it’s the survivor who assigns a gender and it really doesn’t affect the critter at all. Anyway, I’m going to ramble under the cut about each pet and the relationship with their owner:

Pancake the Kittykit: -Owned by WX-78 -Trait: Playful -The fact that Pancake is as affable and well behaved as they are is a shock to the other survivors. WX seemed so certain to get a "minion of evil", but ended up with the most loving and playful of pets. Pancake favors WX, but is the critter that gets along best with the others as well. Pancake's favorite napping spot is WX's chest and they like riding on the robot's shoulders. -I've made a post already talking about how Pancake got their name.

Pupgang the Vargling: -Owned by Wolfgang -Trait: Scrappy -Pupgang is a true guard dog. Though he's lost his fair share of fights, he doesn't back down from a challenge. The vargling spends much of their time outside Wolfgang's tent and will bark if they sense danger or if anyone not welcome gets too close. -Pupgang's name comes from Wolfgang's examination quote for the Vargling: "I am call him Pupgang!"

Lune the Mothling: -Owned by Wes -Trait: Well-fed -How did Wes acquire one of the rarest critters as a pet? No one's quite figured it out either. Regardless, Lune is a princess in the highest standard and apparently expects to be treated as such. -Lune's name comes from the French word for moon.

Glomglom the Glomling: -Owned by Wickerbottom -Trait: Crafty -Glomglom's curiosity is a driving force that will either make them the smartest critter, or the first to die. They're favorite napping location is the top of the alchemy engine and they want to be apart of every prototyping process, whether their help was needed or not. -Glomglom is the name of the critter. I couldn't think of a better one. Glomglom is too perfect of a name.

Muninn the Giblet: -Owned by Wigfrid -Trait: Scrappy -Muninn would fight God if he was given the opportunity. This giblet doesn't know when to back down and Wigfrid certainly doesn't help much in that regard. At least he isn't hostile toward the others, they fear what power he could unleash if he did turn on them. -Wigfrid's quote for the Giblet references a wise raven: "Nöt a raven, but wise nönetheless." Looking into that, I learned of Huginn and Muninn, two ravens who worked with Odin in Norse myth by scouring the world for information. Muninn is believed to roughly translate to "mind" or "memory", and I felt that was appropriate for Wigfrid's character.

Lambchop the Ewelet: -Owned by Warly -Trait: Well-fed -Lambchop is always in the kitchen. She patiently waits for food to be prepped and adorably begs for any to be spared. Warly has a constant companion when he's preparing food and he can't say no to a face like that. -Lambchop's name comes from Warly's examination quote for the ewelet: "This is Lambchop, my little kitchen helper."

Ruby the Broodling: -Owned by Willow -Trait: Playful  -Ruby is a mischievous little brat, is what the others tell Willow. Willow has yet to see it. The broodling will play tricks and games that she has the advantage, and run back to her owner when the game has gone a bit too far. She has yet to discover how catching her fire is, but that doesn't seem to be a far off day when she sets a fire no one can control. -I have no explanation for Ruby's name other than I like it. I think it fits.

#ducklett speaks #ducklett draws #clearing out my drafts of old art #pancake the kittykit #ds critters #glomglom #vargling #broodling #ewelet #giblet #mothling #kittykit #don't starve

[thedawningofthehour]

WHDUWNSHIEBSUENSOBEHEKFBFFJ!!!!

😭😭😭😭

How am I supposed to not like Draxum with scenes like this?!?!?!?

everything about it, Galois not wanting to disappoint Draxum, Draxum holding him closing and telling him all that matter is that he’s safe, the goyals being there. Draxum fr be sending my brain in a loop.

As a side note, how dare you care about my education. When I’m in driver’s ed, there is nothing I would rather do than read a new chapter by you. :(

(I do appreciate you caring about our education but I have a love for dramatics and need to complain 24/7 about something)

love the new chapter as always <3

Hehe. 69% battery.

It was just Muninn with Draxum, he assigned Huginn to whichever search party wasn't being supervised by Tigerclaw and Cass. (he wasn't about to let her go off with any of them alone either) But Muninn was exerting extraordinary self-restraint in not joining in the group hug. He knew Draxy needed this though.

GET THAT EDUMACATION. AND PAY ATTENTION DRIVING IS IMPORTANT. If you're actually learning to drive, that is. When I took Driver's Ed the first week of the two-week course was literally nothing but 'don't drink and drive' scare tactics. That's not an exaggeration, we literally didn't do anything but watch gory videos and shit the entire first five days. Go ahead and read my shit then. (obviously don't drink and drive, but those tactics don't do anything, the people who end up drinking and driving won't take them seriously anyway)

On a side note, I think my inbox ate an ask again because I swore I had another one in here when I woke up this morning. If you sent me one in the last like...fourteen hours? Maybe send it again idk where it went.

#doth asks #the adhd is with me today have patience

[odisn]

Huginn and Muninn respond to Thor after Odin’s death ,  and have always been destined to outlive all the kings of Ásgarðr .   they have a special affinity to Thor ,  and the Ásgarðr built under his rule   --------------   so much so that they become a lifeline of communication between the exiled Thor ,  and Sif ,  the Queen of Ásgarðr ,  once the fated events with Skrýmir take place . 

#hc. #80. #whew ... 80 hcs on this blog. wild ! #anyways we love huginn and muninn #the magic of these ravens is that #if you stretch out your arm #each raven is as tall as the distance from your wrist #to your shoulder #they're BIG and yet #unless you're asgardian #you'll spend your whole life searching #and never ever see them #even in plain sight #eggsy vc : proper magic innit #also the thought of Thor wandering the woods with these two terrifying ravens #perched on his shoulders #is very sexy im here for it

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

One Shot: Candlelight Gods (Miragehound)

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Summary: Elliott follows Bloodhound to a waterlogged cabin full of dancing candlelight in the middle of the night, because he’s stupid and in love, not that he’s told them the second part. 

Tags: first dates, mutual pining, friends to lovers (just add a visit from the old gods), candles, canon non-binary character, bloodhound headcannons, fluff, humor

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“Do I want to know why you have all these candles and why it's so... creepy in here? No? Yeah, probably not."

Their laugh was half lost to the wind coming between the cracks in the boards, long waterlogged and bowing away. The candles flickered so Bloodhound seemed like an old zoetrope animation, jumpy and disjointed but still so fascinating. He almost asked them if they had a zoetrope, it seemed like they would, but was stopped by the low howl leaking through the walls. “Do not worry, Elliott,” they said, pulling out a lighter and setting it to a small stick of incense in a dish hanging from the corner. “They will not come here.”

“What are t-they, again?” He shoved his hands in his pockets. The night was cold for Solace, somewhere in the sixties. Bloodhound, in their full regalia, was unphased.

“Spirits of wind and fire,” they held the lighter, aflame, near the glass of their lenses. He could almost see their eyes behind the black. “Of cold and death. Long do they ride together, till Odin’s last breath.”

“Did you just pull that out of your ass or is that like, from those poetic eddas you told me about?”

They turned toward him. He could definitely see their eyes, not the color but the shape, the crinkling around the corners as a giggle he would have once called un-Hound-like, before he learned how like them it would be to laugh at any and all things, bubbled up through their respirator. “Completely out my ass.”

He smiled, despite the chill and creepy candles and ancient howling death creatures. “It was good.”

“Thank you. It was true, as well. Wolves and ravens both belong to Odin.” They sat on the floor, cross legged, and Elliott dropped before them. The toes of their boots and his sneakers touched. “I find the howls soothing.”

“You’re weird,” he said, and they giggled again. He leaned forward, face in hands, elbows to knees. “Sitting in a rotting swamp house with a bunch of candles telling me death doggie howls are soothing. And burning sage.”

“Keeps the bad spirits away. Usually.”

“I-I’m not sure if I should be more worried that there’s bad spirits around, or that you said usually.”

“Yes.” In his mind, they winked as they said it. “May I remind you that I did not force you to come with me.”

“You didn’t.” He’d come to creepy swamp land with them willingly, because he was dumb and in love. He wasn’t sure if the whole love thing was mutual, he’d never brought it up, and it’d been three months of I-guess-were-friends-now so he’d sort of resigned himself to never growing the balls needed to ask. Renee had called him chicken so many times but somehow they just ended up taking platonic walks in the park. He liked their company either way so, he guessed, he would live.

Maybe.

If the death doggies didn’t get him first, since they were chilling outside, staring at him through the cracks. His voice was strained. “Hoooound?”

They put a hand on his quickly, fingerless gloves letting him feel some warmth of their skin. It was a decent distraction. “Don’t fret, vinur. They are only curious.”

They were staring right at him. At the both of them. Just two. He was tense, but he leaned toward the split between the boards, watching streaks of moonlight come through the trees. The wolves seemed to glow, though there wasn’t enough light for that. Bloodhound put a hand on his arm to warn him before leaning in, face close to his. Their breathing was quiet. They both leaned, watching the wolves, and saw two birds-ravens, Elliott realized, descend from the trees and perch between the ears of the dogs. Bloodhound gasped slightly, leaning in further, Elliott doing the same until they were shoulder to shoulder.

“This is why I brought you here,” they whispered, voice a husk through the filters. “I did not know if it would happen, but Allfather has truly blessed us.”

He, well, he didn’t know what was going on. The wolves were still freaky. They seemed…hungry. The ravens didn’t instill so much worry, but he felt like they knew way more about him than he wanted them to. “Are those, uh…okay are those deadass Geri and Freki?”

They turned their head to him. He became suddenly aware how close they were. “You remembered their names!”

“Heh, of course.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking out at the wolves again. Geri, Freki. Both meaning “the ravenous” or “greedy one”. Words so old the definite meaning had been lost even to Bloodhound. Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory, they were, too, speculation, non definitive meanings to names wrought in stone. When he looked out, he wasn’t sure if he believed any of what Bloodhound was saying, or that it was happening, but he’d always been a little spiritual. “They’re beautiful.”

“War often is,” they said, leaning into the wall. They watched the moonlight shimmer through leaves, like speckles on a puppy’s nose. Candle flames dancing, jerking upward and falling back like storm waves. The warmth he felt wasn’t from the coat, and certainly not from the candles, but the air-between them. The warmth of friends, he thought, ignoring that tug at the corner of his psyche that insisted on more. The wolves did not stare much longer and moved, together, side by side, around the saturated earth. The ravens vanished into night. “To rest before their flight around Midgard,” Bloodhound stated.

“Epic.” He said. The wolves were not alone, a few others joining. They all appeared normal. Maybe the original two were, after all, and there was just something funny in that sage Bloth had burned.

There was a pause, and then Bloodhound moved, sitting cross legged again, further from him than they’d been all night. “Elliott.”

“Bloodhound?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at them. Their fingers fidgeted with their gloves before pulling them off, revealing all their hands, a peppering of white scars that mostly looked to be caused by a certain temperamental corvid. Before he could say anything, they suddenly lifted off their headdress and the cap beneath. They placed them to the side, and he knew they were watching him. Their hair was put up somehow, but once they released it it cascaded out in curls and ringlets. A glint of moonlight said it was burgundy red, and there were braids interwoven in the mass, tucked behind their ears to keep the hair from their face. His mouth felt dry, and he swallowed.

“I feel I can trust you,” they said, voice soft, that even tone they used when teaching the new Legends. He remembered how gentle they were when he joined. “I have told you things and you have not repeated them to a soul. Small things, really, but it still means…a lot that you have kept the knowledge to yourself.”

“R-right,” he pressed his thumb nails to his palms. “I make it a rule to not be a dick.”

“More than can be said for many.”

“You’re too kind.”

“I give credit where it is due-but, but anyway I…” they sighed, “this outing was for more than one reason. More than what we witnessed it…is because I wish to…reveal, myself, um, to you.” They gestured at their face, pausing mid-wrist swing. “Um. Oh, Gods, that sounded a lot less awkward in my head.”

He was too stunned to react, and then he was on his knees, in front of them, disbelieving but eager. “That didn’t sound awkward at all.”

“You’re a liar, vinur. But,” they laughed nervously-Bloodhound, nervous! “I appreciate it.” They took a deep breath and bowed their head. First the goggles, then the respirator. When they looked up at him, with their real eyes, biting their real lips, their skin tanned by Solace sun and dusted in freckles, he couldn’t stop himself from gasping.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said immediately.

They smiled, moon cutting their lips into sharp shapes of blue light, and half ducked their head. He caught glimpses of faint scars, and of far starker ones, across their nose, down from one side of their lip, old, white lines of pain turned cracks of beauty. Their voice was so soft. “You are a flatterer, Elliott.”

He sputtered, “nuh uh!”

“What, so I’m not gorgeous?”

He panicked. “No you’re absolutely gorgeous, and stunning and amazing and cute and-and-and,” he stopped, realizing they were looking at him, head propped on a hand casually, though the candlelight shown the blush rampaging over their whole face. They were biting their lip. Elliott felt his whole mind explode. “You did that on purpose.”

They held out their thumb and forefinger, half inch apart. “Just a little.”

He huffed, shoving their shoulder, and they laughed. “You can be an ass, you know.”

“A cute ass?”

“Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

“You’ll find, Elliott,” they turned so they were on their knees, slowly pushing themself closer to him, so he could see the glint off their blue eye, realizing one was brown, “that I am as good a fisher as I am a hunter.”

He swallowed; voice low, scratchy. “T-that so?”

“It is.” They fidgeted before sliding their warm palms over his. “Would you believe me if…I said the same things about you?”

“I-I’d have a hard time, just, just ‘cause, ‘cause, y’know, ‘cause…” Cause that means you like me too and I might explode.

“Well, have I ever lied to you?”

“No, you’re a shitty liar even with the mask on.” He gasped and covered his mouth. They laughed.

“You are not wrong, vinur. Why do you think I wear it?”

“Wait, is that why?”

“One of a few reasons. Does get in the way of some things.”

“Like what?” He’d asked it as a genuine question, and in response Bloodhound got closer, close enough he could feel their breath on his chin.

“Close your eyes and you’ll find out.”

He’d never closed his eyes faster. The tip of their fingers touched his chin, gliding to the side of his cheek. Their lips were close-so close he could practically feel them, almost-they were right there-

They moved suddenly and kissed his cheek.

His eyes popped open and he looked at them. They started giggling, covering their mouth like that would hide it. He crossed his arms and pouted. “You tease.”

“I never kiss on the first date,” they said, standing.

“This was a date?” He asked, accepting their helping hand with a dumb look on his face.

“Wasn’t it?” They said, hand going limp, ready to slip from his, except he wouldn’t let it. He held their hand tightly, a grin forming in tandem with an idea in his head.

He pulled them closer, leaning in-not quite kissing distance, but their noses almost brushed. “Well you don’t kiss on the first date…but I always kiss on the second.”

They tilted their head, eyes half lidded, lips turned up in mirth. “I’m counting on it.”

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Notes: Vinur - friend.

#fluff #humor #bloodhound #bloodhound apex legends #mirage #elliott witt #mirage apex legends #apex fanfic #apex legends fanfiction #first dates #mutual pining #friends to lovers #candles #canon non binary character #bloodhound headcannon

[2k18leo]

End Game notes:

((Spoilers))

- Okay but how did April get out of that. Did Draxum mean to have her be a messenger? Yeah that makes sense. He wants the tea kettle. Never mind me

- “And none of us gave him grandchildren” 😗 Leo, I can’t help with dat. *whispers* it’s free real estate

- “MmmmmmOoooooooohmmmmm’s laaaaaaaawwwww”

- Oh wow these foot faces are being so humiliated

- YOU ARE NO HELP, APRIL 😂

- He’s standing on her head lol

- HES SHREDDING THE SCROLLS. SPLINTER WHAT THE FUCK 😂

- THE B-TEAM

- Okay what the HELL happened to Todd

- Raph what. What is your happy place

- I love how Raph is the one who is having visions with Splinter

- To be completely honest, I wasn’t ready for Leo to be leader yet

- “Wait a second. You coulda done that the whole time?”

- Hahahah Bullhop has massive pectoral energy. You heard it here first

- Of course that plan doesn’t go through

- “New plan. We each take out 300 ninjas” 😂😂

- Half expected Splinter to hurt his back but HE PULLED IT OFF AND ITS GLORIOUS

- OMFG ARE WE GETTING A SPLINTER/BARON DRAXUM FIGHT. HOLY SHIT WE ARE AND ITS EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED

- These fight scenes are done amazingly well. Props to those animators

- THEIR REFLECTION IN LEO’S SWORD. MY HEART

- Oh shit they’re too late

- Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT

- This transformation is BEAUTIFUL

- I THOUGHT THE EPISODE ENDED THERE FOR A SECOND

- Lol Baron did a whole Nick Fury “I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it” 😂😂😂

- The top council head... man thing? He sounds like Optimus Prime. Is that just me? Is that that voice actor?

- Damn Raph really just rushed in

- Oh wow. These powers are BADASS

- Huginn and Muninn will always be my favorite with their comedic timing

- A DRILL (possible foreshadow to Donnie’s drill showing up later)

- Wow they just ditched

- DONNIE STOP BURYING YOUR FATHER. HES NOT DEAD OMFG

- BABY TURTLESSSS

- it flashes by so fast but what I got from baby Raph and Leo (since this is I think our first time seeing them) is that Raph already has so many bandaids all over his body, and Leo acted so much like Eddy (from Ed, Edd, and Eddy) as a child

- “I don’t normally feel things but that one got through” ME TOO DONNIE

- My babiesss 😭 I’m so proud

- THE DRILL

- Is that yellow-clad, red head supposed to be an old version of April 😬

- Draxum bby the microphone is upside down

- April this isn’t the time to make emojis

- Damn even with a broken body, splinter is KILLING THE GAME

- MORE BABY TURTLES. AND ITS LIKE A COMIC BOOK

- Wow. These boys have been lying since they could speak

- He’s glitching. That’s super cool

- LEO IM SO PROUD OF YOU AND ALL YOUR PORTALS. YOUVE COME SO FAR

- Okay these metal snake beings are AWESOME

- FUCK YEAH APRIL

- Oh shit. Baron is so messed up

- Oh no. It’s not over

- WHAT

- HES ALIVE

- LOOK AT DRAXUM OH MY GOODNESS

- SHREDDER OMFG THATS TOO COOL

- WHAT THE FUCK YOU CANT END LIKE THAT. ARE THEY OKAY

- Overall, it was fantastic. I believe a great way to end the season. The next episode that airs is in a week and it’s titled “Many Unhappy Returns.” In a way, I wish we had a bit of a hiatus so we could sit and suffer for a little longer (horrible, I know but I just want to cherish the glory of this finale a little longer before the new season starts) but anyway, I’m still very very excited for what’s to come. I don’t even know what to think about what will happen with Draxum. He’s not dead. But ??? Still so many questions

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #leo #donnie #donatello #raph #raphael #mikey #michelangelo #ninja turtles #tmnt 2k18 #rottmnt spoilers #season finale #endgame #my post

[mitkitty]

Gift of a Frenemy

((Happy birthday, Tessa! ^v^ *huuuuugs* hope you enjoy this oneshot))

((Aaaaaaah its all so cute, thank you so much!!!

Birthdays had always been a… mixed bag for Wil.

When she was able to spend it with her mothers, it was nice. They gave her their full attention, letting her pick whatever activity they did that day and whatever dish they had for supper (plus the homemade birthday cakes were nice too).

The birthdays where she had to spend it alone, however… weren’t so great. Students and teachers at school never remembered, and due to her lack of popularity, she wasn’t exactly the ‘birthday party’ type.

Until now, that is. To some, having a birthday party in the sewers was far from ideal. But to her - seeing her friends, her moms and her boyfriend all in one place, giving her the birthday party she never really had - it was absolutely perfect.

She lost track of how long it lasted, though a part of her wouldn’t have minded if it lasted forever. She laughed and joked around with her friends, played party games, ate good food, watched movies (NOT Lou Jitsu ones, thank goodness), danced and pretty much just partied to her hearts content.

“-Hey, we’re not too late, are we?” Wil turned her attention towards one of the Lair entrances, and grinned.

“N-Nope,” she told the gargoyles, hopping down from the second level to greet them, “C-Come on in!”

“Aww, thanks Wil!” Muninn said, smiling back. 

“Yeah,” Huginn nodded, “Happy birthday, kid.” He would have waved or offered her a hug, though the heavy gift bag in his and Muninn’s hands prevented him from doing so.

Not wanting them to strain their little wings any longer, Wil took the bag. “Aww, th-thanks you guys! You’re so sweet.” They flew over to her shoulders, nuzzling her cheeks a bit and making her giggle.

“Weeeell?” Muninn said after a few moments, “Come on, open it!”

“Heh, o-okay okay!” Setting it down, Wil opened up the gift bag - and while she wasn’t completely surprised by its contents, she was still touched by the meaning behind them. After all, she gave them snacks all the time, so it was only fitting they gave her snack in return. “Wowwww!”

She took each item out, wanting to fully appreciate the gift that she was sure they worked hard to get her. There was caramel popcorn, a jar of Nutella, a couple cupcakes, and even sugar cookies that had been frosted (albeit a bit messily) to look like her. “These are great!”

However, when she took out the final item - a small bag of blue, white and yellow M&Ms from the store in Times Square - she couldn’t help but smile. “Um, I-I’m sorry but- guys, y-you know I can’t eat chocolate.”

“Oh no, did we forget?” Muninn said in ‘shock’, his tone a bit forced, “Gosh, we’re sorry! Guess you’ll have to just exchange them for some non-chocolate candies.”

“Yeahhh,” Huginn nodded, smirking ever so slightly, “Though, I’d maybe wait until after you get Boss’ gift. You know, just in case.”

Wil gave them both a curious look, though didn’t get a chance to ask any follow-up questions. With one last hug to her shoulders, they wished her a happy birthday before flying up to the second level to see what other festivities the party had. 

“H-Huh…” Still wondering what Huginn meant by that, Wil gathered up all the treats and placed the bag next to her other presents before joining back into the birthday fun.

The moon was high above the NYC skyline as the Bulwarks returned home. Venny and Eva kissed their daughter goodnight before heading to bed. As for Wil herself, while the party had worn her out in the best possible way, her nocturnal feline instincts ensured that she would still be up for at least a couple hours more.

She fidgeted a bit with the (fake but still pretty) ruby covered bracelet Raph had given her as she thought about what to do next. “Maybe I’ll do some reading,” Wil mumbled to herself, thinking of the chemistry books and shoujo manga books Donnie and Leo had gotten her. Doing that would be both enjoyable and would make her sleepy. But before she could even begin to try and get comfy, there was a knock at their door.

Quietly, Wil padded down the stairs and opened the door. The tall figure in front of her took a moment to recognize, but once she saw the face underneath the hood, she wasn’t worried at all. “Y-You know,” she said, crossing her arms, “you c-could have just came to the pa-party.”

“Like I said,” Draxum grumbled, “I’m not much of a party person.” Besides, while Venny didn’t mind him and Wil and Mikey had wanted to include him, they all knew that there was still plenty of friction between him and Splinter. It would have been wrong to fill her special day with drama that she had nothing to do with. “Still, I figured it would be consider rude to let the occasion pass without a token of acknowledgement, so-” he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vial, “Happy birthday.”

Wil’s eyes widened a bit as she took a closer look at the glass vial. Whatever was in it wasn’t green or glowing, thankfully. Instead, it was a cool, light shade of brown - almost like chocolate milk. “Wh-What is it?”

“Well… I was told you had allergies that prevented you from eating chocolate,” Draxum explained, “And judging by how many bakeries and candy shops there are in this city, I’d imagine that must be pretty frustrating. So, I thought I could help with that.”

Wil blinked, a bit shocked. “Wait, so… s-so, is this like an Antihistamine or-”

“One dose, and your dietary biology will be forever changed,” Draxum told her, “and you’ll be able to eat as much chocolate as you wish without any harmful side effects. Well, other than a stomachache and cavities, maybe.”

She stared at him, a bit shocked. She honestly didn’t know what to say. Seeing this, Draxum quickly added, “You don’t have to drink it. I won’t force you to. It’s yours to do whatever you wish with, including throw away. I just-… I thought that, after everything you’ve done for me, the least I could do is provide you with a mutation that you might actually want.”

Wil’s eyes softened a bit at that. “You big d-dummy…” Taking the vial, she hugged him. Surprised though not as annoyed with the action as he normally might have been, he patted her back. Hugs weren’t… that bad, on rare occasions.

“I n-never said I hated being a c-cat, you know,” she told him once the hug ended, “Like I t-told you before…” It had been scary at first - completely terrifying, really. But she was stronger and faster now, not to mention the fact that if she had never mutated, she might have never met her best friends. Sure, being a cat in a world of humans would still always have its difficulties, it was still her life. It wasn’t always easy, but she accepted it. She was happy, whiskers and all.

“If you’re wanting to m-make up for this wh-whole situation-” she gestured to herself- “then, well, y-you’re already doing it by trying to be a better person! That means more than a-any potion or mutation.”

“…” Draxum glanced away a bit. “I suppose so…”

Wil looked down at the vial. She was sure that Draxum had thoroughly tested it, but even so- “I’ll h-have to sleep on it a little b-before I decide to use this or not. Still-” she smiled genuinely at him, letting her appreciation be known loud and clear, “T-Thank you for the gift, Draxum.”

Draxum nodded. “Happy birthday, Wilhelmina.” With that taken care of, he began to turn away, figuring that he had already taken up enough of her time-

“Hey, s-speaking of birthdays, we still have some leftover cake, i-if you want some.” That made Draxum pause. “I know how much y-you love Mom’s cooking~” she added, giving him a small smirk.

Draxum scoffed, though didn’t move. “…I guess one slice couldn’t hurt. The walk over made me a bit peckish anyway.” Wil chuckled, and happily opened the door to let him in.

Yep… It really was a pretty perfect birthday.

#rottmnt #rottmnt ocs #this is after a lot of RP stuff oops heh #but its so cute i gotta share #submission

[fanfic-inator795]

How do you think Draxum will end up reuniting with Huginn and Muninn?

Hmm... part of me wants it to be super casual - like they just randomly run into each other, or the Goyles randomly spot him as he’s walking down the street, and it’s just like “Oh hey boss, we thought you were dead. Anyway, can we work for you again? We know you’re technically a criminal now but... eh.”

But then another part of me wants their reunion to be sort of epic - like if they notice him earlier in an ep and despite being totally out of the loop they still wanna help out, and then later on in the ep they swoop in just in time to shave him and the rest of the fam from Shredder or the Foot somehow. I mean, they did save him once (even if they also caused his lab to burn down), it’d be a nice callback if they saved him again, as well as make their reunion all the happier.

However they reunite, I just want Draxum to be happy to see them again. Just a smile and an “Ugh... I’ve missed you idiots” is all I want (though I would LOVE if he actually hugged them or something, but that may be asking for a bit much since Draxum still isn’t super affectionate, heh)

[metasnkpotato]

The pair of ravens : a reference to Norse mythology

Hello ! I just wanted to share a post as long as waiting for the next snk chapter little thing I had noticed about the two crows we see on snk, and their possible origin / meaning.

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In anime, at Eren’s first awakening, we can see two crows taking flight.

Excluding any cultural reference, the idea of the two crows, ominous omens, which fly away while the story begins is a very good symbol that corresponds well to the atmosphere of this scene. Eren just had a nightmare about future and past, and those two croaking crows echo the darkness of it.

Anyway, I had a feeling that there was a deeper meaning behind these crows (and this scene generally). It's hard to say anything certain about it bc the light on this scene hasn’t been done yet...

But they’re may be a reference to Huginn and Muninn, in Norse mythology.

Huginn and Muninn are in it, a pair of raven that fly all over the world and bring information to the god, Odin. At dawn, they leave and travel the world before returning in the end of the day (or next morning according to the versions), to report to Odin what they have seen and heard. Ok very well, what’s the heck is about snk here ? i’m coming to it, hold on.

As Huginn means "thought / spirit" from Old Norse, and Muninn "memory", I cannot help but see a reference to Armin, mainly characterized by his wisdom and intellectual abilities and Mikasa, whose memory is likely to have a great role in the following of story.

Then, we can understand from this angle Kruger’s words :

These two ravens, Huginn - Armin and Muninn - Mikasa, must be saved from their trip.

From the moment when the story begins, these two hellish ravens / Armin and Mikasa, are in danger (a risk, perhaps simply that of death in the course of history? or that of the terrible future that threatens all Eldians now). As the story unfolds, they have no choice but to run the risk as they act as the main characters of the story that they are. Only the one who started their story can end it. In Norse mythology, it’s Odin. In SnK, it’s Eren. And if Eren want to avoid the death of his two ravens, he must, as Kruger said to Grisha, carry out his mission till the end. Whatever the horror through which he'll have to pass, the inhuman acts he will undergo, and which he'll have to undergo in his turn.

No wonder why the poor boy is crying

As in the Poetic Edda, from the moment when the two ravens took flight, they run the risk of the dangers that a trip has, and Odin does worry about that.

To quote a stanza from the Poetic Edda that makes him speak directly :

Hugin and Munin fly each day

over the spacious earth.

I fear for Hugin, that he come not back,

yet more anxious am I for Munin.

Of course, I can be wrong for the analogy of these two ravens for Armin and Mikasa. After all, these are two works that have no apparent connection. But knowing Isayama's great love for Nordic mythology and his avowed inspiration of it for Snk... weeell, that would not be so surprising.

The emotional concern that we see in the stanza is the same that Eren’s concern for his friend. The fact that Kruger talks about Mikasa and Armin is probably something related to path. And this is probably due to the intensity of Eren's anxiety about his desire and ability to save those he loves. An anxiety so powerful that it would be able to emerge as a memory in someone who will have a role in its elucidation, but who does not yet know the people who are the object of this anxiety.

BONUS :

At the time of the release of the second part of Season 3, some fans have pointed the presence of those two (probably) same ravens in opening.

And guess what the lyrics, just before this moment and during it, are ? 

It's too early for the Dawn of requiem to arise As the sun has yet to set

Basically, "Carry on your mission Eren. The end of your story hasn’t arrived yet"

#shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin meta #snk meta #attack on titan meta #aot meta #shingeki no kyojin analysis #snk analysis #attack on titan analysis #aot analysis #eren #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren kruger #mikasa #mikasa ackerman #armin #armin arlert #norse mythology #hugin and munin

[apogexnarchive]

A STUDY OF KEIR

This may not make 100% sense to everyone because I keep Loki’s full narrative mostly to myself, but Keir’s one of my lesser known muses because he’s so quiet (I really do try to get him to open up more but he’s so mellow and prefers the backseat in everything and ofc the rest of my muses love the spotlight/are significantly louder) and I felt this was a good glimpse at just how important he is in Loki’s story and to/for Loki himself.

Also this is 100% rambling nonsense. It was in a docs of mine and I thought I’d copy/paste. Tried to clean it up a little but it’s a definite glimpse into my chaotic af mind hahaha

Foil to Odin? 

Their similarities:

Both best friends with Loki, like brothers (previously, for Odin)

Both dedicated to their work/people

Both highly regarded by their people

Interesting thought: Odin has Huginn and Muninn (thought and memory) but Keir is all three combined.

Odin chose his people and work over Loki. Keir is faced with a similar decision many times. Choose a people he loves dearly or his best friend. It’s a difficult decision, moreso as time goes on, and in the end he realizes he’s too devoted to Loki to wholly give himself over to a job that doesn’t always appreciate him. It’s possible, though, to care for your people without sacrificing your friends and loved ones, but it may mean sacrificing your position/power.

Plus, it’s possible to make the decision without harming another in the process. Odin made his decision with Loki’s kids and he undeniably made many enemies as he did so. He created a wound that will never heal.

Keir worked hard to get where he is today but being the King’s advisor wasn’t something he ever anticipated becoming. When he came to Loki with a broken wing it was because he was injured. And lo and behold, Loki was the man he had been searching for all these years. His job was to locate their rightful King, plant him on the throne, and then carry on, but instead he became Loki’s advisor and closest friend. It wasn’t a job he’d deny. He knew what his people needed and what they didn’t need and if being put in a position of considerable power meant he could enable that change then he was going to take it readily.

He’s been considered an outlaw because of his task to basically uproot the Council (oligarchy) and replace a King at the head of the Monarchy.

Bc of this he was on the run from higher figures for a while (and at such a young age--20s or so), making it hard to have a proper life. Something he wasn’t really upset about, but it certainly affected his relationship with his family. So here we see him already choosing his people over relationships.

His people were suffering, tho, and he knew no one else would rise up to take on this task and he figured he was entirely capable (his mentor said so), and thus he did. If he failed, then he would fail his people.

He did make new friends along this path (he met Lini and Arlo and Vig and Siafi and co, two of which continued on with him high into the monarchy. Loki chose Lini personally for his guard and Arlo rose ranks as an adept hacker and weapons specialist).

His story ends with a broken wing and Loki’s begins with one. Keir is wounded in his flight from the Council and others under their command to take him down. He’s able to escape so as to avoid being killed, but he’s uncertain if he can live on his own with a badly broken wing. This is where Loki finds him and takes him (under wing ha ha) to mend him and basically rehabilitate him. Under the assumption obviously that this is just a regular ole bird.

Faced with Loki’s healing abilities and watching him day to day, he comes to find out that this is the man he’s been looking for all this time. Funny how fate works like that ha ha.

Once healed and about the be released, he reveals himself to Loki. They talk. MAYBE Loki has raven blood in him. Faint, but enough, and that raven blood belongs to an old King. There’s no other heir alive. OR Keir thinks, this guy is exactly what I need to take back my monarchy. And if you help me, I’ll help you.

And in the end, Loki ends up King and Keir’s his advisor.

The two are able to patch up the mess the Council has created, though it takes some time. Vasilija’s part of the guard by that time and her existence is enough to qualm a lot of the others so peace can be regained. Siafi is planted in a higher up position, replacing a conspirator. Lini is part of the guard under Vasilija. Arlo still holds his rank. Vig didn’t want anything grand so he’s out travelling.

In the end, Loki doesn’t want to be a King forever. Once he has his kids, he just wants to focus on being a dad. And Keir doesn’t want to abandon his people to the same mess as before.

So the two basically change the government entirely. No longer a monarchy but a direct democracy, enabling the people to have considerably more power. And the leaders in charge are elected officials with equal power. They reestablish the White Ravens, as well, who act as powerful leaders overhead that are only used in duress. I.E. if a decision cannot be made in regard to a problem, if war is to be declared, etc. These White Ravens are their link to the people. They do not make decisions as their own individuals, they contact the people to find out what their consensus is and then use that decision. They’re a mediary, essentially.

With the government no longer at risk of becoming a dictatorship or an oligarchy again, Keir is at peace to semi-retire, or at least abandon his now null and void position, to focus on being HIM.

He will forever and always help orphaned ravens tho lbr.

Keir can be very headstrong and determined. Though he greatly values rules and laws, he understands that sometimes they must be broken for the betterment of others. Also it’s unavoidable when friends with Uni and Vas anyway.

He is entirely capable of humor. It’s dry sometimes, but not always.

He’s phenomenal with people. He knows how to talk down a situation or talk them out of danger or appease all parties present simply with the right words. Loki is NOT good at this and thus relies on Keir a lot for these moments. Not to say Loki’s bad at it, he’s just not remotely as good as Keir.

Keir greatly dislikes the mistreatment of others, especially over differences like race and sexuality etc. He will ALWAYS fight for his people to have equal rights and for their voices to be heard.

It’s difficult to anger Keir because he’s generally so calm and lax in all situations (you have to be considering all he’s been through), but when he’s angry he’s ANGRY.

He is gud boi and we lov him 2kforever okay don’t hurt the baby boi.

#↑ — character study ( keir ) #☾ --- the ADVISOR ( keir ) #[this is v long]

[amyofasgard]

For the Embarrassing Date ask that was lost (F/O Takeover)

An embarrassing dating story…oh! you mean courting? Well, I must say there are a few occasions where something rather embarrassing happened when I was courting Amy, but I think, for me anyway, the most embarrassing was when I took Amy to see my home in secret. It was only a few months into the relationship but we were both madly in love already, I wasn’t meant to go back to Asgard until I had “learned my lesson” as my father put it, but I know Amy wanted to see it. I lied, I told her that my father had agreed to let us come for the day but we were to avoid the city, and I took her to one of my favorite places on Asgard, second only to the library in the palace. It was an old and primitive fort that my brother and I used to play in as children, I reminisced and told her stories of my youth before Thor and I began to drift apart…a happier time. I had also prepared us traditional Asgardian food for a picnic and, after lunch, took a stroll through the forest. I remember Amy’s face, she had fallen in love with my home; the soft sunlight spilling through the branches of the trees, the colorful flowers she knew not the name of but loved all the same, my enjoyment came from watching her marvel at our surrounding. Unfortunately, I had not watched where we had wandered off to and I forgot about this part of the forest, where the old tunnels were. Thor and I had never been allowed play here as children and our Fathers wolves Geri and Freki or his ravens Huginn and Muninn , whichever ones he had sent to escort us at the time, would always make sure we kept well clear, I was given only a fraction of a second’s warning before the ground I walked on caved in under me and, regretfully so, I hit my head knocking myself out, which was embarrassing enough. Amy panicked and used her own magic to locate my Father and used her sling ring to bring him to us, long story short, I woke in the healing room. My Mother and Amy were by my side they were talking and getting on well it seemed, my heart warmed at that…and then my father walked in and my heart sank. I could tell he was angry and seeing me awake he instantly started to lecture me for, not only coming to Asgard when I was not meant to be but for going into an area I knew to be dangerous. Before I could even say a word in my defense, Amy was on her feet standing between me and my father. She told him “enough!” and that “He's only just woke up for god's sake! He barely knows where the hell he is never mind why your yelling at him?”, then my father asked who was she to question him and, well, she replied that she was my girlfriend and that she would not sit by while I was made to feel bad for wanting to show her my home. My father quietened at that for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Very well, the young Midgardian is right, we will speak of this when you are well my Son,” he put his hand on my shoulder before leaving and my mother whispered to me that I had found the perfect woman for me. My face lit up brighter than my brother’s cape at that remark. We ended up staying a few days as I healed and Amy got to know my Mother and Father even impressing them both with her knowledge of magic and willingness to learn more. Once healed, however, it was time to go home. We said goodbye to my Mother and Father, both of them saying that if I caused any trouble they knew she could handle me. I don’t use Midgardian expressions much but I could have died right then and there. When Heimdall sent us back to Midgard, of course, what I had not expected to be waiting for us was a very worried and then annoyed team of Avengers and Casey who had been worried sick about us and flew all the way from LA leaving her little Lily with Elliot… but the rest is for another day. I hope I’ve answered your ask appropriately and I do hope you enjoyed it. - Loki Odinson

#Loki Love #romantic f/o #f/o takeover #Embarrassing date #ask answered #Cenobexter Mention hehe

[imagine-loki]

Runaways

TITLE: Runaways CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 12 AUTHOR: SassyShoulderAngel319 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine around the turn of the twentieth century, Loki gets sick of being a Prince of Asgard for a while and runs away to New York City, where he falls in with a ragtag group of newsies, including you… RATING: PG/K+ NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings, I don’t think, except their nickname name-calling and some minor threats that are mostly in jest. PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: P, Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11

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“Huginn and Muninn have finished their sweep of Vanaheim with no sign of Loki and are moving on to Midgard,” Odin told Frigga comfortingly. “We’ll find our son, my queen. I swear it.”

“You’d better,” Frigga said. Her tone was dark but nonthreatening. Odin knew she was a capable warrior and could completely destroy him if she wanted, but he was the king and she knew that committing treason against her own husband wouldn’t do Loki any good.

Odin patted his wife’s hand. “We will. Do not worry.”

Frigga bounced her eyebrows. “I worry over everyone in this family. If I didn’t none of you would still be alive.”

Odin grinned slightly and left his wife’s chambers.

Thor was waiting outside. “She alright?”

“Your mother is strong.”

“But is she alright?”

“She’s worried about your brother,” Odin said evasively.

“As are we all,” Thor agreed. Odin blinked his one eye but said nothing. “I pray we find him soon.” Thor looked pensive as he walked beside his father. “Loki’s no warrior. If he got into trouble—”

“He’d likely talk his way out of it,” Odin interrupted. “He may not be much of a fighter but he’s still capable of handling himself.”

Odin had a point, but Thor was still worried.

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“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! New Broadway show to debut this comin’ weekend!” No-No called.

Loki scrunched his eyebrows. “Where did you see that headline?” he asked.

“Page five,” No-No replied as she passed the paper in her hand to a man in exchange for a penny that went right into her pocket. “Ya don’t always have to announce front-page news. Some people ain’t interested. Others, however, likes theatre. Broadway is quite the business.” She smacked him in the arm with a cheeky grin and pulled another paper from her bag. Afternoon was wearing on and Loki’s feet were aching again. Not as much as the day before walking to Brooklyn but still. He wanted to sit down and have a break.

Loki peeked at page five, knowing that newsies had a tendency to make the headlines more dramatic—or outright lie—in order to sell better. But No-No wasn’t lying. There was a new show going up on Broadway that weekend. He stuck out his lower lip in contemplation, nodded, and folded the paper back up and holding it over his head.

A shadow swooped overhead.

Loki thought nothing of it at first—seagulls and pigeons weren’t exactly uncommon in the city.

Caw! Caw!

But he recognized that call.

His eyes, paler blue even than the sky, turned up to see two ravens circling the square No-No had parked them in for the moment.

Panic swept through him. 

His father was looking for him and no amount of magic that kept him from Heimdall’s senses could stop Huginn and Muninn from seeing him with their own eyes from fifty feet in the air. He could try an illusion that would change his face, but he doubted it would work.

Then he relaxed. The birds moved on. And if they had been his father’s ravens, their eyes would have probably turned red at the sight of him.

Loki sighed and adjusted the brim of No-No’s spare cap. It, plus the raggedy clothes he’d made, had probably kept Huginn and Muninn from recognizing him—if indeed the birds had been his father’s eyes and ears throughout the Nine Realms.

Probably not, though, he reasoned as he sold another paper. It’s not like ravens are rare birds. And they mate for life, don’t they? That was probably just a pair looking for a good nesting spot in the city to raise some young. The thought comforted him as he pulled a newspaper from his bag and went back to calling out headlines to get people interested. And neither of the birds had red eyes even though I swear one of them looked right at me, he thought.

“Hey pretty boy! Are you sellin’ papes or daydreamin’ over there!” No-No called from across the square. “Gotta stay focused, boyo!”

“I’m focused, I’m focused!” Loki retorted, shaking his head to clear it. “Just didn’t want to befall an unfortunate accident by being directly under one of those birds!”

No-No laughed. “‘Ey, that’s is supposed to be good luck,” she replied with a smile that Loki felt his chest ache for. It had been centuries since his last crush—a stablehand in Asgard who moved away from the palace for a different career opportunity and broke his heart—and the feeling of a deep caring for someone else that wasn’t family was almost foreign to him. He’d almost forgotten what love felt like.

That kind of love, anyway. He still loved his family. But falling in love with No-No was different. Much more potent and completely intoxicating.

“Yeah I’ve heard that before. Doesn’t make the experience any more pleasant,” he retorted.

“Maybe it would if ya sold fifty more papes that day and got a quarter that someone didn’t ask no change for,” No-No joked. She smirked and went back to peddling. Loki watched her for a moment, noticing for the first time that she’d somehow got a smear of something dark on her face just under her cheekbone. He couldn’t tell if it was dirt or newspaper ink but he was guessing it was the latter given her hands were all over the papers, ink tended to rub off easily—especially with sweat—and she seemed to wipe sweat off her face a lot.

Loki blinked a couple times and went back to talking strangers into buying newspapers.

As he did, he thought about how much he was enjoying himself. Sure the conditions weren’t particularly comfortable, but he was doing relatively honest work and making his own way. Despite the constant throbbing and aching of his feet, he was supporting himself and the feeling of working for something was rewarding. He felt purposeful, despite the trivialness of the actual work. Newspapers weren’t the most important thing in the universe, but it felt good to be doing something for something.

The sky was just turning a darker shade of blue when No-No glanced over her shoulder toward the circulation gates nearly a mile away. “We should probably head. Get the evenin’ edition, sell as best we can, get some chow once it gets real dark, and then get back to da boardin’house to ask the other fellas about Rogers’ exchange idea,” No-No remarked, appearing at Loki’s elbow like a wraith.

He jumped and nearly dropped the coins in his hand that he was counting. “Don’t scare me like that!” he exclaimed, trying for quiet and failing as the city’s noise dimmed.

No-No snickered. “Apologies, Your Highness,” she retorted playfully. Her tone let him know that she hadn’t actually figured out that he was a prince of a different planet and was just calling him that to joke around and mess with him.

“Apology accepted, princess,” Loki snapped, trying for mirthful. It might have fallen short, though, because No-No cocked an eyebrow.

She smacked his elbow lightly. “C’mon. ‘S go,” she said instead of addressing his comment.

“Right behind you,” Loki replied.

“‘Ey, jus’ think—three more days o’ this and you’ll-a been here a week. Then ya won’t hafta be stuck with me no more.”

And back to the bad grammar grinding in his ears and making him want to remove his cochleae. 

#Loki #Others #Submitted fic #submission #SassyShoulderAngel319 #Chapter 12 #runaways

[wellntruly]

American Godz, Part 2

Sure I had a good laugh ragging on American Gods Book & Show the other night, but I was always gonna keep watching it! I mean the thing is, I’ve read the novel twice. I’ve got that mass market paperback copy with the tree and the lightning on the cover, you know the one?--- I’ve got that sitting on my bookshelf. There’s something in this piece of the cultural landscape that has kept me coming back. And that might just be how badly I *want* to like it, but that’s still not nothing. Forget it kid, it’s America.

Anyway it wasn’t until nearly the very end of the season that I realized I’d followed up The Young Pope with American Gods, because that is JUST how different the religiosity of these two shows hit me apparently! 

Notes on episodes five through eight ahead:

American Godz 1.5 ‘Lemon Scented You’

the last two shows I watched just named their episodes numerically and I had forgotten how staggering it is that most shows give all their episodes BAD TITLES. it’s not even their fault, the fact just is that the majority of titles aren’t good, titles are fucking hard, and you’re signing yourself up for 8-23 of them a season! go with a rigid and boring naming convention my dudes, because you can.

I always perk up when an ep gets graded for nudity but not sexual content

oh claymation! unexpected. hey did Gaiman get this done by Laika with his Coraline connects….. ah no, but a local Canadian outfit instead!

“I mean really I was very blah about the whole thing.” shocking

Fuller’s creepy ass interiors….

Huginn or Muninn!!!!! YAAAAAASSS. love a raven, love ‘em. favens.

Ian McShane just cawed back “WAT?” it was wonderful

Emily Browning is definitely standing on a box right now

does anyone else pronounce the name Media as Medea in their heads

they even gave her Bowie’s over-blown pupil

I can’t decide if I appreciate or resent that they’ve had Wednesday and Shadow taken in by the cops entirely in order to provide a bunch of exposition

“The dead can’t own things” man some of these lines though...

the Leprechaun calling her Dead Wife as her name, I kind of like it a lot

“You’re an asshole, Dead Wife!”

Shadow……how on earth are you still in disbelief about all this. it’s episode five, son

oh I like the linoleum tiles lighting up under his feet!

I do not remember what Mr. World is supposed to be. what does he represent that we worship.....

Technical Boy’s apology….oh my god I’m losing it. “I don’t want to add to that climate of hatred.”

is Mr. World the global market..?

pour one out for cool lady cop

hahahaha, wait now the BONE TREE is a physical monster we have to avoid in dark green flashing hallways? when I could just be watching Stranger Things…smh

[points] penis! back on track with a dick an ep. we may have skipped the last episode, amazingly.

Laura sadly giving her reflection a cold little kiss in the mirror is, poetically, the warmest I’ve felt toward her

anyway this is a weird down note so it’s definitely going to be what we end on, aaannd… yes scene

American Godz 1.6 ‘A Murder of Gods’

oh they’re not doing the layered language translation for the Spanish, only Arabic got that. (was it Arabic? or maybe Farsi?)

THE LIGHT GLOWING BEHIND MEXICAN JESUS

oh man guys…this Mexican Jesus moment has become a whole real thing

it’s episode six and Shadow, who read a book a day with only Sundays off, is still asking who the man called Wednesday and Votan is.

it’s Saliiiimm!! “Please stop stealing my cab.” honey! honey where’d you get the gun btw

Wednesday half cradling half wrestling Shadow into getting healed and being a total nursery rhyme rambling weirdo about it is 100% the bedside manner I would want were I to have magic tree roots growing inside a stab wound in my side

a potential problem I have is that if anyone says “cunt” with a sweary Irish, Scottish, or English accent my brain processes it as innocuous as a sweary American saying “motherfucker”

Salim is presh

oh seeing the cars on the maps is good, America is enormous and you can only get the scale of the myth with maps

no one dumb & nice on this show will survive. they will brutally die.

Vulcan was either greatly expanded or invented whole cloth for the show, because I recall none of this.

“I Dream Of Genie” omg

Mad Sweeney is the Chilton of this particular Fuller jaunt, i.e. the one the whole room loves to write because he’s the most musical

OMFG, okay rope them in the writers are dRUNK WITH POWER

the NRA God

yeah burrrn him

also: hey I remember now! I remember what you’re doing, All-Father.

American Godz 1.7 ‘A Prayer For Mad Sweeney’

penis. they’re mostly dead ones now. but genuinely I think it’s 6 for 7 for peen shots. oh BRYan.

Mr. Ibis and Mr. Jacquel, my book faves <3 <3

what are the sides of your glasses!

did you just combine Irish merrows with Scottish selkies? those are different, boos! both neato though. if I recall the merrow keeps the souls of drowned sailors in baskets.

Emily Browning is playing grown Essie too!

I am super enjoying the mix of LOTR-sounding Irish fiddles and 1960s pop songs being used in this 1720s tale

“Fuck off, go find your man.” yay

I wonder if she modeled her Irish accent off Saoirse Ronan. I would, were I in her position.

ahhh, his line earlier, that’s a coin he wouldn’t even give to the King of America! was that ever answered, in the book, who the King of America is. oh wait, lol, it’s surely just like….The King.

“How much gold do you have?” “How much is in a horde?” A HORDE

oh hey. oh this story is more tangled up than it was. I don’t hate it!

oh you sorry Leprechaun, oh my god…I like it

Pablo Schreiber is pretty good, you guys

the fucking- fucking warbling ice cream truck music..

y’know, this is what I like about this, which is definitely my FAVORITE thing this show has done: they’ve spent this whole episode, as with the series, teaching us how gods work, and then here reveal that you know what, you know what— they work just like humans. MAN I LOVE THIS. Mad Sweeney giving Laura his coin, *giving* it to her this time is SUCH a god thing, it’s dripping with god, but that whole “fuck, I’m beholden now, god I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this, fuck me but I am,” that is so human. that is jut so…dear. good turns and bad, bound together, hot mess humans and our hot mess gods. goddamnit I’m about to pour some half-and-half into a saucer.

American Gods 1.8 ‘Come To Jesus’

Mr. Nancy’s a tailor — that’s on

lol. lol Ian McShane. lol Ricky Whittle As Avery Brooks.

sexxy

mmm disco Bilquis. in TEHRAN.

I mean obviously this is being strongly packaged as a ~strong woman~ tale, with whatever...results. I’m kind of undecided. 

“Oop. Boop. Okay.” stopp. who is this random squirrelly boy with such good delivery.

yes thank you finally we’re all piling on Shadow for failing to catch the drift, ever

ah yeah first strike across the bow, great phrase, old phrase

“like the goddamn Godfather” L O L

Shadow out here crawling from a pyramid of dream skulls like he’s goth Lenny Belardo

Janice Poon you’ve outdone yourself. again.

KRISTIN

DAVIES

FUCKING HALO

…..is Shadow just now getting this. incomprehensible.

haaahahaha all the Jesuses. remember when the show called American Gods announced they’d cast Jeremy Davies as White Jesus and everyone freaked out because they can’t read

y’know though, I was with the folks who were a little disappointed with Kristin Chenoweth’s casting—not because I dislike her, I fucking love her, but because fat voluptuous Ostara from the books is a body image treat. however, book Ostara’s whole thing was that she was sexual and alluring, because American Gods, and we already have Bilquis, so honestly…I’m fine with going a bit of a different way with one figure in the short but universally fuckable line of goddesses from this book. because Kristin Chenoweth is sexy sweet too, but by casting everyone’s favorite vodka aunt we also get an Ostara who is the very hilarious combo of tiny & irate.

Jesus accidentally losing his glass because he set it down on the water he’s sitting on is like the astronauts come back to Earth trying to leave their pencils hanging in the air and then when it disappears, looking up. same gentle energy.

ah nice, nice twist, of course it’s her who’s the resurrector, not the Resurrected, what can he do

(Lazarus) (okay fine)

a nice break to get one more episode that passes the Bechdel test. of course, Fuller and Green had to make it all up to even get there. both of them.

*GAsp* — brunch. they’re right.

I was actually wrong about the ‘Coming To America’ sections being the only impactful part of the book, because the reveal of Odin’s ACTUAL PLOT is a fucking trip and a half, and getting part of it here is some of that thrill.

this story really was written before the recent rise of religious fundamentalism wasn’t it

I mean stunning

man, can’t believe I’m not gonna get to see B Fulls do The House On the Rock, the most buckwild place I’ve ever been in this godforsaken country. yes all of that was intended.

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Alright so that’s our show! Will I watch season 2? I have no idea!

#American Gods #Tarra takes notes

[fanfic-inator795]

Okay, so... I think the thing with Warren and Hypno might’ve been planned from the beginning, cause like... okay, the thing with Warren only ever appearing in episodes that also feature Hypno could just be a coincidence, BUT in this (totally awesome) poster, they’re literally the only ones that are paired together other than (naturally) the Jitsu fam and maybe Huginn & Muninn. But it’s still only the Jitsu fam and W&H touching each other.

They could’ve had them be separated - it’s not even a size thing since the gargoyles and the mascot mutants are at about the same size as Warren in this poster, so him being by himself wouldn’t have really made it harder to find him or anything - but they didn’t. They also could’ve had Warren on the shoulder of ANYONE if he HAD to be on the shoulder of someone (like how he was on Meatsweats for a bit in ELoM), but again, they didn’t. They chose to stick these two characters together, one being on the shoulder of the other and clearly being a duo. 

This combined with how often these characters were near each other/positioned by each other in the show and the fact that this show itself is great at hinting at stuff just by using shot and character composition, background and lighting hints, etc. just makes me think that there was a subtle and deliberate lead up to the two of them falling in love being roommates in WiHSiaT. Now... I just hope all this work and hinting wasn’t the lead up JUST for that episode, and instead it was for their relationship in general and that we get actual sort of arc for them and said relationship, seeing them grow even closer and work together more and all that good stuff, with this arc possibly even tying in with Hypno and ESPECIALLY Warren’s personal arcs (cause goodness knows there’s still a lot going on with Warren that’s more than meets the eye, considering we still don’t know WHY he hates the turtles and what caused him to touch and therefore mutate into a worm). 

...anyway tl;dr, according to this poster HippoWorm is endgame, thank you and goodnight. 

#rottmnt #I've had this poster saved for ages and I noticed these two right away #and I'm just now getting to making a post about it lol #silly stuff #me getting way too into little details and/or ships

[imagine-loki]

By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 12 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic. RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Some thinly veiled rape threats, because some people are just the worst.

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    There weren’t many choices in life that Willow regretted, but her latest one was certainly one of them. As she ran through the streets of Asgard, trying not to collide with anything or anyone, she wondered what in all the worlds had possessed her to do what she had.

    It had begun harmlessly enough; she’d woken up, taken a bath and had her breakfast with Loki as usual, and then decided that she wanted to explore the palace after her first lessons. Loki hadn’t been too happy about her wandering alone, but there really wasn’t much of a reason not to let her aside from his own general worries that he wasn’t about to tell her of; she’d never let it go if she knew. Most of the people she passed by eyed her curiously - and some of the noblewomen frowned at the loosely-fitting green tunic (that she may or may not have stolen from Loki and altered to fit her) and the black jean shorts she wore - but otherwise paid her little mind; the guards only bothering to acknowledge her when she tried to go into rooms that were off limits to the general public.

    Eventually she found her way to the library (and flirted with the idea of moving in there for life), where she spent the next four hours. That was when she found a book tucked away in a seemingly little-travelled corner; it was large and heavy, clearly very old but well cared for, and practically hummed with power. As she skimmed through the pages Willow realised it was a spellbook.

    She considered putting it back. She really did.

    Instead she kept reading, eventually coming upon a teleportation spell. She thought about it for all of thirty seconds before taking the book to an even more secluded corner of the library and reading through what she needed to do several times. When she thought she had it she set the book down and stepped back; concentrating, she called up her energy and set it to work shaping that of the world around her, willing it to move her across the room.

    That had been the plan, anyway…

    To say she overshot would be an understatement akin to saying the ocean is a bit of water. Her first indication that something had gone wrong was the bright sunlight that assaulted her vision even through her closed eyelids, causing her to yelp slightly and lose her concentration, which in turn launched her backwards and onto the floor quite painfully. She opened her eyes, shielding them from the overhead glare with her hands and dearly wishing she had her sunglasses with her, and looked around, finding herself in what seemed to be a park of some kind.

    Oh, way to go, genius, Willow scolded herself as she got up and dusted herself off. When her eyes adjusted to the brightness as much as they could she began to walk, intending to find her way back to the palace.

    She hadn’t been walking for ten minutes when she bumped into what felt like a wall as she turned a corner. It was in fact a man, a warrior she’d seen every night she had dinner in the feast hall; one she had caught staring at her in a way that made her very uncomfortable more than once.

    “Well, well; what have we here?” The man - Erling, she remembered his name was - commented to his two companions, a malicious grin upturning his lips.

    “I was not aware pets were allowed to roam freely so far from their masters,” One of the other men - Hákon - added with a sneer.

    “Perhaps our esteemed prince is done with this one,” The other - Snorri - suggested, eyeing Willow like prey.

    Willow was no fool, she knew exactly how dangerous the situation could turn if she didn’t act quickly, and so she did. Bracing herself against the pain it would inevitably bring, she raised her hands and conjured a ball of light which she threw on the ground between her and the men; the effect as it hit the street was similar to that of a flash grenade. As soon as she had let go she turned and ran away as fast as she could, which, given the practise she had at it, was quite fast; she could hear them behind her, cursing and shouting after her, but she ignored it and focused on escaping.

    She turned a corner and just barely dodged some baskets on the floor, but in her haste to evade them ran straight into someone else, her momentum sending her backwards to the floor. Looking up, Willow faced a rather large, brow haired woman who looked at her with concern colouring her features.

    “Oh, dear; are you alright?” The woman asked as she offered a hand to help Willow up. She looked her over and recognition dawned on her face. “I know of you; you are Willow, are you not? Loki’s d-… guest?” She corrected herself hastily, not that Willow noticed in her current state.

    “How did you know?” Willow asked as she looked around nervously.

    “My husband, Volstagg, has mentioned you. I am Hildegund,” The woman introduced herself. “What is the matter?”

    Willow was about to reply when she spotted the men she ran from, clearly none-too-pleased and heading straight for her. Hildegund frowned and grabbed Willow’s arm, pulling the girl behind her as the warriors walked up to them.

    “Hildegund,” Erling greeted. “This does not concern you; our business is with Loki’s little whore.”

    “I make it my concern. You should be ashamed of yourselves; bullying a child,” Hildegund snapped, squaring her shoulders and glaring at them. “Off with you all, or my husband will hear of this.”

    The men glared for a moment then turned and walked away, knowing better than to risk it. As soon as they were far enough away Willow let out a breath of relief, nearly collapsing onto her knees if not for Hildegund’s steadying hands.

    “Thank you so much,” Willow managed to say after a moment.

    “It’s alright,” Hildegund soothed, drawing Willow into a comforting hug. “Now come; you can rest in my home while you tell me what exactly you are doing so far from the palace all by yourself.”

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    Loki was worried. That much was obvious, which spoke to just how worried the usually reserved Trickster actually was. But he hadn’t seen Willow in hours and when Thor dropped by he told him he hadn’t seen her at all that day, after which Loki tried scrying for her and found he couldn’t find her. Thor suggested she might be with Odin as an explanation and offered to check. When he returned with news that their father hadn’t seen her all day either he figured his brother would not take it well, and was not disappointed. Loki immediately stormed out of his chambers, unheeding of Thor’s warning that he technically wasn’t allowed to yet, and headed straight for the council room where the king was.

    Odin didn’t seem particularly surprised when Loki burst into the room without announcement with Thor trailing behind; he figured it might happen after being questioned about Willow’s whereabouts. He was mildly surprised by the openly worried expression on his youngest’s face, though; Loki hardly ever let his true feelings show, after all.

    “Have the centuries of lessons in etiquette been lost on you both, that you would not even bother to knock?” Odin asked conversationally as he waved the others present in the room away.

    “I did try to stop him,” Thor was quick to say, raising his hands and showing his father the frostbite Loki had given him when he’d tried to stop him by force.

    “I see,” Odin replied before turning to Loki. “I assume this is about Willow,” He more stated that asked.

    “She’s not in the palace anymore; I can feel it. I need to find her,” Loki spoke quickly.

    “You were not to leave your chambers,” Odin reminded.

    “Well, then send me back to the dungeons if you want, just let me find her first,” Loki practically pleaded.

    Odin raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

    “What?” Loki asked, looking at him as though he’d gone mad.

    “Why should I allow this?” Odin asked simply.

    “She… she could be anywhere. She could be hurt!” Loki exclaimed.

    “Why is this so important to you?” Odin pressed.

    “Because I love her!” Loki yelled, taking both of them aback. “I need her, and the thought of not having her in my life is worse than any form of torture. Is that what you want to hear??” Loki began to pace. “That when I look at her smile, I see Vali and Narfi? That when I think of what she has endured, I see Hela and Fenrir and Jörmungandr? I need her to be safe. I can’t lose her.” He paused and looked at Odin dolefully. “I can’t lose another child.”

    Not a moment later, two ravens flew into the room and perched on Odin’s shoulders; after a bit, he nodded once then turned back to Loki. “I sent out Huginn and Muninn when Thor came here earlier; she is safe, on her way back with Volstagg.”

    Loki let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and his shoulders slumped slightly in relief. “Good,” He managed, “Good.”

    “If you leave now, you could just meet her at the doors,” Odin commented mildly.

    Loki blinked at him in surprise then turned and left, a still somewhat stunned Thor following after him. Odin huffed a slight laugh and shook his head; he could almost hear Frigga commenting on how stubborn they all were when it came to admitting their feelings.

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