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as mentioned in my previous post, i have remade fenrir under a new url. i’ve freshened up his tags, verses, and i’m planning on spending my train journey tomorrow making icons and a promotional graphic. i’m actually super pumped to do this move and can’t wait to get back into the swing of things.

#psa.

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as mentioned in my previous post, i have remade fenrir under a new url. i’ve freshened up his tags, verses, and i’m planning on spending my train journey tomorrow making icons and a promotional graphic. i’m actually super pumped to do this move and can’t wait to get back into the swing of things.

#not howling.#[ please ask for the url if you'd like it as I won't be posting about it on here! ]

as mentioned in my previous post, i have remade fenrir under a new url. i’ve freshened up his tags, verses, and i’m planning on spending my train journey tomorrow making icons and a promotional graphic. i’m actually super pumped to do this move and can’t wait to get back into the swing of things.

#not howling.#[ please ask for the url ! ]

i’ve been considering making a comeback to this blog, albeit one where i move fenrir to a new blog (again, i know) with a new url, new tags, new everything. i can’t explain what it is; it just feels like this blog isn’t clean, like it’s become saturated in all the personal problems i’ve had this past year and that is what’s keeping me from fenrir. i can’t log in here or see the url fraegdulfr without being reminded of all the times i’ve been driven to emotionally post on here due to my living situation, but at the same time i love this dickbag dearly and i wouldn’t turn my back on him for the world? really this is just a lot of conjecture and 2am what ifs, but ideally, i would like to make a comeback as soon as possible.

#not howling.#[ (sam winchester voice) i'm not clean ]#[ i have a potential url in mind but if anyone would like to bounce ideas around with me i would be eternally grateful ]

real talk: as you’ve likely noticed by now, my activity has been non-existent here for the past few months. fenrir is still a character i love to write and explore, but the amount of personal strife and troubles i’ve been going through, as well as my own personal health, mental and physical. along with the ongoing situation i have living with my emotionally abusive mother and grandmother, i’ve also been monumentally stressed with university work and midterms to the point where i’ve been physically ill for the past month and a half. all this rolled together coupled with the fact fenrir is a monumentally draining muse to work with emotionally has meant i’ve not been active on any of my blogs for any length of time, but i am working towards actually getting better and now i’m back at university, things should roll out in a more stable fashion soon. for now, however, fenrir will be on a small hiatus until i’m in a more stable place physically and mentally.

#not howling.#psa.#[ mostly copy pasted from my thor but ]#[ fenrir is a v intense muse physically and emotionally and i feel i can't do him justice unless i bring my a game ]#[ which i've v much not had for a while now ]#[ stress related flus and absolute exhaustion aren't fun kids don't do university ]

saviorheart:

fingers twitch at her sides ; slowly , they curl into fists & the press of her nails into the palms of her hands ( almost hard enough to break skin ) is all she has to focus on . ❛ your JUDGMENT really doesn’t mean shit , so , take it whatever way you want to , ❜ fists unravel , fingers clench & unclench , & a green - eyed gaze lingers for a moment before it drops away ; he knows how to play with her nerves , how to get her worked up too damn well , & she still hasn’t learned how to stop reacting to him .

❛ it just seems like you’re the one with some interesting things on your mind . ❜

The focus point of keenest rage, the slow balance of a blade in the hands of those bid to fight, scoured deep in the hearts of all. A bitter star, it loomed and twisted, warbling it’s trickster’s song like eldritch shivers throughout the strands of the universe. To aggravate those aching hearts, pluck upon the strings of rage and vexation as a maestro at his lute, was a pleasure dark and deep in the dread wolf’s heart. It sat warm and smug in his gut, a satisfied smirk wrapped about the fleshy laughter of the damnable and the mocking; to see then a champion of light so afflicted by his curse with but a handful of words, a certain look and caustic smile, was but the font of the day’s boon, rich with gold and tantalising with swift-drawn blood.

“‘S’that so?” Fenrir drawled, smirk playing like liquid lightning on a feigned countenance with an oily grace. “If you’re so sure, let’s hear these ideas -- if you’re sure you ain’t projectin’, that is.”

#saviorheart #in character.#v: ere the world falls.#[ me banging pots and pans: he's! so! horrible! ]#[ honestly i think at this point emma should just gather the entire down and beat the twat down ]#[ fenrir vs ruby charming and the rest of snow's clan lets go ]

revelationsrph

Please reblog if —

You are 100% okay with my muse being sexist, racist, etc. toward yours. I want to keep interactions in character, but playing a muse who is basically the scum of the earth and everything this site seeks to destroy makes me a little nervous about these things.

#not howling.#psa.#[ honestly fenrir is The Biggest douche of the universe ]#[ he's the absolute scum of the universe and i always worry i'm overstepping some mark with putting him on tumblr SO ]

fraegdulfr:

not howling. my drafts are currently all long as balls and i only have thirty icons, but like this for a thing while i rectify at least one of those things.

#not howling.#starter call.#[ gently reboops this out on the dash ]

“Wouldn’t he?’ The wolf snarled with pleasure. ‘That’s the wonderful thing about you so-called good folk. You hear what you want to believe. You think your conscience is whispering to you when it is, perhaps, the Wolf instead.’”

ind. fenrir. norse mythology and personal headcanon. written by keira. credit.

#norse rp #norse mythology rp #norse myth rp #mythology rp #myth rp #self promotion.

“If this is an invitation for a list, you’re gonna be waitin’ a fuckin’ long while.”

#in character.#open to mutuals.#[ b5_who's_afraid_of_the_big_bad_wolf.mp3 ]

mikhaael:

it would take more than that, they are want to inform; a millennia of creation with only the childish torment of lucifer and gabriel, yes, they are familiar with fenrir’s stubborn qualities in the breath and voice of his parental figure, and the lightbringer. though their expr- ession shifts–a meager twitch of the mouth (more practiced than their lesser siblings), muscle in the brow moving–michael does not express contempt, or disdain, or anger, for the child’s niggling words. their skin is infinitely thicker, and full of steel.

there’s love, here, and uncertainty, too. they were not close with their sibling’s child in the way that humans are with one another, but by principle, michael feels no desire to harm or banish. but a warning is in order.

‘ you might watch your words, זאב קטן. i’ve never wanted your death, or any harm to become you. if i had, it would have happened already. ‘ it’s not meant to be assuring–merely a statement of the facts. ‘ what do you want? ‘

“What do I want?”

Blood. Death. Odinn’s flesh crushed between his teeth. A desirous tempest to beat a rhythm in the beast’s catacomb heart. The war between brimstone and fire, earth and sky, had no bearing on the wolf. The squabbles of petulant cousins, uncles and spurious fathers warring for peace upon all Earth was no apocalypse for the beast among all; Ragnarok would be his doom, his death, and the fill of ravening maws, no matter the whims of the morning child and the sword of God.

The reunion of his family had been promised, and neither archangel nor demon prince would stand between Fenrir and his kin.

“You wouldn’t know.” Wild with a certain madness, underlying and exacerbated by the fool hands of the gods, the wolf god snarled and pounced, whirling about the halls of desire to seize and crush the suns and skies. Angelfolk and their stuffed, pompous virtues held no understanding of blood or vengeance. What care would blank Michael have for the desires of an arrogant, violent heart? “אולי כדאי לך לצפות מה שאתה אומר, דודו. Bigger gods’ve already tried and failed, and you know I can’t die.” Not without blood on his tongue and a fated blade in his heart; never a job for Edenic grace or sword. “’F’you wanna kill me, you’re gonna have to wait a while. Asgardr’s formin’ a queue.” A pause, narrowed eyes inviting daggers to bribe the barb of the archangel’s tongue. “You seen this Maw of Fenris shit?”

#mikhaael #in character.#v: thy sharp lightning in unpractis'd hands.#[ fenrir: sup uncle i'm here to annoy but also to bitch about humanity ]#[ i googled fenrir in supernatural and apparently there's a cult of werewolves that worship him in season 9???? ]#[ and he's just 'oh for fuck's sake' ]

saviorheart:

typically soft features harden , green eyes narrowing as a gaze falls upon the other . ❛ like you could ever hurt me . ❜ she is not foolish to let EMOTIONS come into play when it comes to him , & should he ever aim to injure her physically , she had no qualms over a rather violent retaliation .

Humourless mirth trickled around the blade of his grin, wrenching lips from teeth like meat from a kill. Ever the show of fire and spirit, but still weakness thrived beneath; the human condition, to fall, to splinter, with the right matrix of words, threats, truths. Even the Saviour of all, prophesied hero upon her ivory pedestal, could not avert the nature of her being, and Fenrir would be there to see her fall.

“Sounds like an invitation, sweetheart.” he laughed, quick and merciless. “If that’s what gets you goin’ these days, who’m I to judge?”

#saviorheart #in character.#v: ere the world falls.#[ that quote though ]#[ such a fenrir aesthetic it's on his pin board and everything ]#[ literally all i know of current ouat canon is snow and charming are having organised naps and something has gone Wrong ]#[ as ever in storybrooke ]

“Oh, did that hurt?” Faux concern laced the beast’s words; for all the heavens would cry if ever his sentiment rang true. “What a cryin’ shame.”

@saviorheart

#saviorheart #in character.#v: ere the world falls.#[ i have literally no idea what goes on in once anymore but fenrir wanted to bother emma ]#[ so here i go: winging it at the speed of light ]

emmaswaen

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emmaswaen:

“you turned hook into a dark one?”

#wildest son of the ironwood.

flightrisked:

[gabriel voice] listen here i will put you in time out so help me – @fraegdulfr

[fenrir voice] come at me scrub lord 1v1 me meet me on Vígríðr

#save.#cracknarök.#[ i have been back for one hour and already there are shenanigans afoot ]#[ why is it that i; a humble writer ]

“No, no no, no, no, no. You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” Wintered words snarled upon the beast’s tongue, a blizzard in his breast and foul venom at his heart. Though the pup he had been had always been a rambunctious one, disobeying the rules for a chase after that wide streak of adventure, the wolf had always hung his head afterwards, admitting his own faults and offering apologies on the tip of a childish muzzle. Now it was only blood, wet and fresh, at the beast’s maw, gore strung from catacomb teeth glinting red at the corners of bearded lips.

Fenrir the child had died in ash and fire. Now, only the beast remained.

‘You left me. You left us. You let mother die,’ The child cried, a dim ember in the darkness. The beast only offered a snarling laugh, short and severed like a gored throat; heels scuffed idly back, tamping at the hands of a shuddering mass -- a human more boy than man, all broken flesh and wet, rasping, breath -- hand poised in remonstration as though he were the parent and Gabriel the child, and the sense far more of a boy caught with a mouth of cigarettes by his parents playing out along a borrowed form than true remorse for the death he had -- would -- bring humanity that night.

“You lost that right a long time ago, faðir. So why don’t you do us all a favour, flap off and go fuck yourself. I’m sure your god’ll be pleased with his loyal errand boy.”

@flightrisked

#flightrisked #in character.#v: thy sharp lightning in unpractis'd hands.#gore //#death //#cannibalism //#[ not technically but???? ]#[ fenrir why are you this way ]#[ this is literally why everyone hates you ]

“Oh, I’m sure you’re a little surprised to see me.” Rhetoric a breathless taste upon the tongue, half a wind of flavour bellowed into an iron-fang snarl; a beast of rage and spite, framed in the timbers of atrocity even before the AEsir culling axe swung, Fenrir found only joy in the deep vexation of others. A child though he was in the eyes of Michael’s life since the dawn of creation, the wolf was still a wicked god, and would not play the idle pup to his uncle’s militant religion. “Or’s it surprised to see me anythin’ but dead? I never can tell, uncle.”

@mikhaael

#mikhaael #in character.#v: thy sharp lightning in unpractis'd hands.#liked for a starter.#[ creaks back into fenbutt's voice ]#[ fenrir pls you are going the right way for a smacked bottom ]

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