#hi freyja!

[gia-d]

This is an Adjuration by @not-freyja

Chapter 48: Ravio

If you like Linked Universe, and you haven't read Adjuration yet, what are you even doing?

[astarionposting]

Stay with me,

As we cross the empty skies.

quick gifset before i nap, ill do better angles and shots tonight when i wake up cuz this was kinda rushed and i think i could do some more artsy stuff lol

[hulloitsdani]

Well if ain't the consequences of their own actions! How we feeling about the new FEH book guys?

[radiorumble]

Was thinking about if you were besties with Alastor, what would be a good trigger for a fight, and how would he react to it if you were someone he wasn't willing to physically hurt, or socially ruin.

Alastor seems like the sort of guy who at some point or another would think he has the right to tell you what to do, and when you say no, or disagree, he doesn't expect it. When you set a boundary he doesn't appreciate, or that he can't help but take personally, I can see him pushing back, going into the habit of trying to get the upper hand, to show he's the one who ultimately calls the shots. You're in his life, not the other way around[his subconscious tells itself].

You've both had a rather agreeable friendship, your interests aligned, and the time and energy you wanted to give each other matched up. When you disagreed it was often playful and easy going, you're different people who respected each other, but this time he told you to listen to him, you say no casually thinking this is like any other simple disagreement, but a switch flips, "That's wasn't a request." he says, and that's what crosses a line. Since when does he think he can TELL you what to do? So you stand your ground. Alastor wouldn't hurt you, his dearest friend, nor would he try to disrupt your life, he's too dignified for that, and you've done nothing so truly offensive as to cause him to destroy the life you've made here in Hell. So his only real punishment is his absence and pretending like he couldn't care less, but you've known him for decades, you know he's being petty and proud. You know he's expecting you to come back and apologize, and maybe he'll backtrack what he had told you to do, but he can't be the one to admit he was wrong. He'll go as far as trying to convince you that you were just a good hang, a fun way to pass the time, but surely it won't be difficult to live without you. He says that not because he means it but because he knows it'll hurt to hear after everything you've been through. That for him, you were just a way to stay occupied. Doesn't really matter if you believe him or not, to hear a friend say that, while looking into your eyes and plastering his most sincere and sadistic grin on his face, a part of you can't help but worry that maybe he's telling the truth. You have two options, stand your ground and hope he'll realize he's wrong and apologize, or give him what he wants.

Not giving in means you're risking that his pride, his sense of stability, won't crumble if it means giving up control. Maybe whatever he told you to do had to do with him feeling like he was protecting you, or keeping you out of something that could reveal how weak he actually is[as a person, as someone beholden to a contract]. So in his mind, he convinces himself you're being naive, that by not listening you risk him losing you, or seeing you hurt. He wasn't able to help the one person he cared about growing up, he couldn't protect his mother, he can't risk caring about things that can be used against him or taken away. If you won't listen, then you're a liability. His friendship with you was fine so long as you kept out of trouble, lived your simple life, and were available when he was bored, but now you won't listen to him when clearly he knows best. You worry if you let this petty issue fester, he'll actually convince himself he really doesn't need you anymore, that you don't actually matter, and that you'll really lose him.

So how big is your sense of pride? Look past these flaws, and just do as he says, setting in motion a change in your dynamic, knowing he may only get worse. Or are your boundaries worth maintaining, thus leading to the long grieving of a decades long friendship as he distances himself more and more in his pursuit of power and control.

[marmotish]

love potion barnaby is normal barnaby but intensified 200%

((you’re right and you should say it))

hey barnaby - don’t say shit like that

people can hear you

[ridaine]

Like Father Like Daughter

[not-freyja]

Legend twitches, scowling. “What are you doing?” He hisses, cutting Shadow’s complaint off. “We need to go now.”

“No, we don’t,” Wind says, unbuckling his scabbard and handing it off to Blue without protest. “Aren’t we getting there by time travel?”

Legend blinks, stunned speechless as though this thought has genuinely never occurred to him before.

[amphibifish]

some more doodles from class todayyy :3

[that-one-grey-witch]

I love how Lokis just always down for some bullshit. Ya gotta take care of yourself through the bullshittery but always down.

And somehow we end up fucking up/around with/in the general vicinity of Freya. Shes a real one with her patience fr.

[candlelightisland]

[mytho-nerd]

Freyja: well…it’s certainly a choice and I love when you make choices! But how about we make a better, nicer, choice

[pocket-ozwynn]

To Smite a Giant

[University!AU]

Word Count: 682

Note: SFW physical intimacy & flirtatious teasing. DNI NSFW interactions, thank you<3

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Freyja nearly choked on her swig of protein shake as a pair of teeny, freezing hands touched her bare calf. She squealed and resisted the primal urge to buck, lest she accidentally knock her boyfriend across the kitchen. The tease had just gotten home, and he’d decided to torment her.

“BABE!!!” She wriggled in her chair. Was he really trying to climb her with his ice cold hands? She slammed her shaker bottle down on the table as she roared with laughter. It was getting harder not to writhe at his touch.

“ALICE! S-STOP IT!!!” Freyja gasped as she felt his hands cresting her thigh. Even through her own booming laughter, she could still hear him giggling up a storm.

“Oh no you don’t! C’mere...” she growled before snatching her mountaineer up. “Gotcha!” 

With the chill off her skin she could finally catch her breath. She panted and brought her fist up to her face to get a good look at the culprit. Alice was laughing furiously as he squirmed in her grip.

“You’re FREEZING!” she exclaimed with a breathless laugh. “That was so mean!” 

“Sorry, lovey!” Alice’s cheeks were flushed. She wasn’t sure if it was from coming in from the cold or if he was blushing. And though she had his arms pinned, he was far from helpless. His mischievous grin was like a drawn arrow ready to fly.

“I can’t help it if you’re so hot, big mama,” Alice purred. “I had to warm up somehow, right?”

“Um…” Her brain hissed like Pop Rocks as she mentally short circuited. Forget Jack, Alice was the real-life “Giant Slayer.” This sweet, giggly man knew exactly how to line up his arrows and pierce her heart. As his words sunk in, she felt a warmth in her chest that spread out through her body that made every nerve tingle with delight. Every nerve ending shivered with delight. Finally, she allowed a shy, flustered smile to grace her lips as her cheeks burned.

“Sorry,” she hummed, feigning innocence of her own. “Can you say that again? I-I… wasn’t paying attention.”

Alice finally wriggled his arms out and rested his elbows on the side of her finger. He set his chin in his hands as he looked up at her. Mercy, that look he was giving her was far too knowing--he held so much power over her right now. “Oh? Repeat what exactly?”

“Y-You know what you said, babe.” Freyja blushed brighter at the teasing. She gave him a playful squeeze which earned a quiet squeak, but he didn’t back down. He had that silly little grin that went from ear to ear. Frey knew Alice liked getting her riled up, because it meant she’d retaliate ten fold–and retaliate she would.

“Mmmmm…” Alice hummed as he reached down to caress her finger. “Oh, that’s riiiiiight! You like it when I call you big mama, don’t you?”

Freyja got in real close. And though he tried, she watched the smugness melt ever so slightly from his countenance as she filled his vision. She loomed and he leaned back a bit, his eyes widening–but he kept up that confident smile.

He wasn’t planning on backing down. Good. Freyja bit her lip as she growled low and lovingly. She was gonna bury him in an avalanche of kisses…

“You better be careful…” Freyja warned as she leaned even close…then, without warning, she LUNGED and gently nipped his shoulder. Alice let out a delighted shriek in reply. She playfully gnawed just a bit before pulling him away–but kept him close enough so that her words would roll over him, and her lips would brush up against his face. He was so close she could feel his glasses moving against her every syllable.

“I know all the things that’ll make YOU squeal, baby boy. Two can play this game. You really wanna do this…?”

Her breath hitched as a pair of thawing hands rested right up against her lips, and a flustered voice replied with all the earnestness the three words that made her heart THUNDER:

“Bring it on.”

[asterouslyaesthetic]

so i know we already have the whole "older brother of a woman linked to us via dreams also dreaming of us" shtick covered by hríd, but we also have freyr apparently and it's been living in my head rent-free forever

this is his level 40 confession:

Long, long ago...I dreamt of a summer day spent beneath the sun's rays...And you were standing beside me in that dream, [Summoner]... There is no mistake. That was a true dream... It was a promise made by the future. How will the dream continue from here, I wonder... Of course, knowing would detract from the mystique. Dreams form our desires and shape the future...but for now, let us simply drift off into the summer sun.

how long ago was long, long ago...because for me, my mind immediately jumped to tiny freyr—with short hair and only a single braid instead of two and his eyes closed all the time still, but his face still manages to reveal his emotions when he does not give it permission to, particularly when his sister is involved—waking up as a voice inside his older self's brain, able to see and feel everything he does but unable to exert any influence, because he has always had some influence over dreams and that extends to visions of the future.

and there's this pretty mortal in a sundress who sits next to him as he's simply laying down, and when she says his name, his older self opens his eyes, only to be rewarded with salt water sprinkled at his face and a beautiful smile that makes his heart pound.

but he's so young and she's a mortal, and the only thing young freyr concedes that day is that it's nice to see freyja having fun with a friend.

the visions, bits and pieces out of context that show a wonderful future, don't stop after that day, as if to taunt him for when he disregarde, the clear signs that he grows to love her, because he does and how is it hard to when she cares for freyja so deeply that his sister is willing to trouble herself for the mortal's sake?

those in the palace begin whispering after the fifth time he bumps into the wall with a soft smile on his face.

he sees her past and sees her variable future—some things are fixed, but others are not. he sees her in a wedding gown, as a happy bride and a sad bride, he sees her with children, and he sees her grow old, whether alone or with her variable husbands; most of them are kings, but only three are of Midgard, and of those, one is only a grand duke, beloved brother to the empress.

(never with him)

he sees her in a beautiful deep red dress, on a balcony with only the company of fireworks; he hears the way his heart pounds, and remembers what he once thought; and though there is no recognition in her eyes, she welcomes him to her side all the same

but what should be the start of a two-sided relationship, an acknowledgement of him from her, becomes a time he hopes will never exist

because it isn't until much later that he learns what his sister attempts to do, how she traps the mortal in a neverending dream—about his death and the last thing he sees. to see her smile at him one last time...that much, at least, is granted to him.

but ironically, his desperate attempts to convince freyja to avoid such a path, to leave the beautiful mortal alone, are what drive her into consolidating her plans—and she never realizes, not until they both are willed into existence in Askr, that it wasn't simply a matter of loving mortals; that it was a matter of loving one mortal and wanting her to be happy to a self-sacrificial point.

because his death and freyja's, they are fated, they are fixed, and the prospect of them surviving even once means that they will have changed the future in all timelines. because they, like those of ymir, or hel, or vanir and asgard, exist outside of time—singular entities watching over all worlds—but are still beholden to it.

and then he is summoned, to her, and she smiles the way she did the first time. and freyr, he makes himself a promise. to be helpful in whatever way he can—to be the shoulder she can lean on when she's tired, the ears that listen to her sorrows.

and when summer brings along with it a warmth in the breeze, she takes him—and his sister, and his fairies, and her fairies, and all her other heroes—to a familiar scenery.

a familiar scene, salt water on his face, the beginning of his downfall.

the beginning of his love.

as a hero, his powers are restricted. he has no clue what goes on in the minds of his other selves summoned to other askrs, as he would've if he'd been alive. whether they're as lucky as he is, if they also "get the girl"

when night falls, he confesses his dream to her, his eyes still closed. she's quiet for a while, before she asks him about his words, about whether the dream formed his desires.

and when a quiet yes slips from his lips, and he tells her about wanting to be at her side, her smaller hand lightly grasps his own and feels something soft on his cheek, near his lips

"mine too. my desires...as well, since that dream. when you first approached me."

(telling freyja results in a tantrum from her and an attempted deescalation that his beloved takes far too much glee in.

by week 3, his sister pouts when he expresses his affection for his lover and mixes salt in her coffee, but there remains no malice in her actions.)

[resalire]

Hello everyone! Just a quick continuity update for Alfonse: following the ending of Book VII, Alfonse’s canon point will now be taken post Book VII, after Nihility and Dream. Every other side event stories that have transpired within the duration of this book will also be canon to him (TT(+), Forging Bonds, Paralogue stories, etc.), though with less emphasis on those that don’t involve him. Alfonse now better understands Fódlan and The Officer’s Academy following the (ultimately unfruitful) attempt of its replication in Askr. He will also now be acquainted with Elyos & Vanaheimr, as well as the FE:Engage & Book VII casts.

As of this update, the following characters form a (somewhat) notable relationship with him in FEH, and these relationships will also be canon to my portrayal of Alfonse— the more impactful of which are bolded. If there’s anything necessary to discuss, please let me know:

Alear (F)

Diamant

Ced

Leif

Ingrid (Three Hopes)

Geoffrey

To reiterate: Alfonse will still treat every Hero he meets in TOA as strangers out of respect. This will mostly take effect on how he views other characters personally. I hope to make a more in-depth post about these changes soon, but for now this will have to suffice. Thank you for understanding!

Additionally, as of this post, I’ve caught up on every single Forging Bonds. Please ask me for a fun FEH fact. I have so many. Please.

[marmotish]

Poor Barnaby, he just has lots of love to give (which he didn't receive)

just out here spitting truth bombs, aren’t ya? 😭

from what i remember from the game he had a pretty shitty home life…

and from reading his wikia article

his own dad called him stupid and told him off for crying while helping to exterminate pixies

his first spell was summoning a jar of biscuits from a tall shelf and sharing them with the neighbourhood squirrels

he didn’t have any (real) friends until he was 13, so you can bet he loves them with all the strength he can muster (which is a lot, the boy is built like a brick shithouse)

i’ll bet he’d have loved to let his little self know it was going to get so much better..🥹

[ancicntforged]

I just think that creepypasta with my muses wouldn't work, especially Ruby. Because you know what Ruby would do if she saw some dimension-warping eldritch horror abomination? She wouldn't lose her mind, she'd take one look at the Cthulhu looking motherfucker, pull out her to take a picture and then proceed to fold its ass thirty six ways to next saturday.