#norse statement chain

[belanasschatzkiste]

(via Wikinger Bernstein Fibelkette)

Diese atemberaubende Bernstein Fibelkette ist das perfekte Accessoire für jedes Wikinger-Kleid. Das wunderschöne nordische Schmuckstück aus echtem Bernstein und handgefertigten Glasperlen wurde von Funden aus der Wikingerzeit inspiriert.

[floareadeaur]

In relation to this analysis and the possibility that Rìgr has infiltrated his gene into Ferid's family tree and this is the reason why Ferid and his brother (both the albino one and the reincarnated version as Crowley) have the Michaela gene, I noticed something.

In Chapter 91, at the time of Ferid's attack on Rígr, the latter attacks Ferid with his chains.

This is Ferid's response,

"I can do that too, y'know."

It is not a question, but a statement where Ferid tells Rígr, "You know I can do that too."

Now, there is a passage between Ferid and Guren in the novels where Ferid tells him that they were both abused like lab rats by Rígr Stafford.

We know that Rígr experimented on Ferid in an attempt to make him "Mikaela", but abandoned him as useless and immediately disappeared from vampire society

Now, my hypothesis (very likely hypothesis) is that Rígr experimented on Ferid the human to insert those chains into his body and that Ferid was "the first Guren", the one with whom Rígr wanted to make the plan later prepared for Guren.

That would justify the jealousy that Ferid shows in the novels when he feels Rígr's blood in Guren's veins, as if Guren is his "replacement" in the eyes of Rígr.

I think Rígr used Ferid first to see if such a thing worked. Then he leaves to insert those chains into his own body.

And I suspect that in order to introduce such chains, which are a kind of energy conductor, as a demonic intermediary phase for the person, they can only be introduced into bodies that have a certain genetic compatibility with Rígr.

Guren also has such chains, just like Rígr, and we know that Guren carries Rígr's gene because Stafford infiltrated it into his family tree.

And Ferid has such chains in his body:

Even the body position when Ferid uses the chains is the same as Rígr's, as if Ferid learned from Rígr how to use them:

So my assumption is that these chains of Guren and Ferid are a continuation of Rígr's chains and that they can only be placed if there is a genetic compatibility, a blood connection between Rígr and the "new hosts".

Ah, Rígr's name says a lot, too. I will also analyze his name, because I found an interesting legend about the god Rìgr from Norse mythology.

Also, the idea that Rígr poured liquid metal into Ferid's bones, cursing him with those chains, may strongly justify Ferid's claim that Rígr experimented on him as a lab rat.

So much pain, only to be abandoned in the end.

Anyway, thanks for reading! I wish a nice day to anyone who finds this post!

[stranddenton15]

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[thejaggedpoisonpath]

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[cynicalsympathy]

warhammer 40k question

So I know Leman Russ is built more towards Odin-in-space but keeps both his eyes (so far, at least), and the whole Wolf King aspects are symbolic of his childhood, Freki and Geri, and Fenris the planet named for the myth.

But does anyone think it’s likely he might veer away from Odin and into another aspect of the Norse mythos? Like becoming more a warrior driven towards justice like Tyr and how parts of his chapters have developed in his absence? Or like Fenris himself, the Great Wolf that breaks chains binding himself or others, heralding or unleashing the promised Wolftime?

I was bouncing on reddit threads a few days ago and ran across excerpts of Yvraine theorizing that certain Aelderi gods have been reborn as Aelderi without their full powers and memories. Except for Isha, goddess of the harvest, fertility, life, healing and growth and the divine mother, hostage “wife” of Nurgle. And a joking comment about Leman coming back from the warp as a full-fledged werewolf (a la Corvus and his flock of ravens form) with Isha in his jaws because he rescued her.

And I got to thinking: that’s not a bad tie up of several plots. Cut for length

Guilliman channeled the Emperor to declare the materium is going to start pushing back against the ruinous powers and here is how it starts. Leman in the warp, looking for a heal-all for the Emperor. He hears Isha whispering the cures to [Nurgle’s] new diseases into the universe so that mortals might know them and he has a desperate, foolhardy hope. But it’s his only hope in ten thousand years. He finds a way to her in secret and offers rescue; she is the widow of the Aelderi god of the hunt and agrees, perhaps seeing a hunter not unalike her dead husband. He rescues Isha from the prison and barrels back into the material realm with her promise to heal the Emperor however much as she can. 

Leman learns Guilliman is the only known living brother and takes Isha to Guilliman for any recovery she needs (I believe she’d be in pretty bad shape since Nurgle has been experimenting on her for millennia). Guilliman is Imperial Regent with a sort-of truce with the Aelderi and can alert Yvraine. This ties Yvraine’s gods plotline into Guilliman’s save the Imperium from itself plot with Isha and the Imperial Regent united in a cause.

Nurgle’s forces have rallied and are waging war on humanity with the other Chaos gods in tow. Leman has sent out a warning of the incoming Wolftime and his chapters are uniting as a legion and Guilliman has prepped the Imperium with Yvraine and the Aelderi. Lorgar comes out of his hidey-hole temple and Corvus follows to vibe check him, round three. The Lion can be woken since the Imperium’s hour of greatest need is arriving and joins the Dark Angels to the Wolves, Ultramarines, and Ravenguard.

Isha gets to the Golden Throne and as a literal goddess of her particular abilities, can either heal Big E out right or rebirth his soul into a new body. That could be used to tie up if he’s turning into a new god (as I suspect). A God-Emperor in truth. We get to know what’s up with Mortarion and the Emperor-via-Guilliman’s mouth statement about possible redemption. The Emperor recalls the other loyalists with his new and improved strength.

In the aftermath, Big E and Isha seal a permanent treaty between their species, instead of utter annihilation of one faction or eternal war. The primarchs can enforce; the astartes can never be ‘decommissioned’ for useless since there’s always malcontents with old grudges and hostile species out there. If Isha can birth new gods or help the rebirth of her old fellows, she might be matriarch of the elf pantheon uninclined to fight their ally leading mankind. Or if you want to get super crazy: Big E and Isha bang and become the divine parents of a new race that keep the peace, the primarchs get a mom, she’s the Imperial Queen-consort and he’s the Aelderi King-consort or however titles would work.

[tonystarktogo]

It takes quite a bit of effort -- and some outstanding teamwork that Tony didn’t think he and Rogers would be capable of -- but they manage to break the helicarrier.

Hang on, that came out wrong.

To clarify [because Fury will undoubtedly be on Tony’s ass about this]: They don’t set out to break the helicarrier. But Barton, it turns out, is a damn talented saboteur and while Tony and Rogers successfully intercept his minions before they can get their hands on some of the very secret alien weapons SHIELD should’ve never gotten its hands on, they are way too late to do anything about the control center.

Or the rampaging Hulk. Who, if JARVIS is to be trusted -- who is always to be trusted because it’s JARVIS -- got into a screaming match with Thor. Wonderful.

Saving the helicarrier is a lost cause but they manage to break only part of it off -- the part they’re on because why wouldn’t they be -- so there’s a good 60% chance that not all of SHIELD’s top-of-the-top agents died in the crash.

Solid win for the good guys that.

[continues under the cut]

Sarcasm aside, they’re all alive. Tony caught Rogers -- not a fucking team player, ha --, Hulk is pretty hard to kill to the surprise of absolutely no one, save perhaps Ross, Thor and a very concussed-looking Loki can get downed by Captain America’s shield but are too godly-Asgardian-whatever to be phased by falling a couple of kilometers through the air and Romanoff just shows up amidst the rumble, covered in dirt, an ugly bruise on her jaw, blood tickling down her neck and the unconscious shape that is probably Barton slung over her shoulder.

Tony doesn’t even ask.

He’s too busy staring down Hulk. “Aren’t you supposed to be bigger?”

Instead of snarling, squashing him or whatever rage monsters do when they are told they aren’t impressive enough, Hulk claps his hands. “Tin man back!” he booms. “Hulk happy!”

Tony takes a wary step back. If Hulk tries to hug him too then big fan of the green guy or not, he’s taking to the sky and never coming back down again. Tony’s more than filled his hug-quota for the month, possibly for the year. And also people need to stop being so damn enthusiastic to see him, it’s gonna give him a complex.

Thankfully, there’s plenty of other people around him to serve as a distraction. Rogers for one is brushing already taking in their surroundings. Thankfully they’ve landed in an unhabitated, random hill in the middle of nowhere. The last thing Tony needs is more civilian causalities on his head. That said, he doesn’t recognize much of anything within eyesight, which isn’t promising.

Sure, his suit can probably get him out of here, but that still leaves a supersoldier, two secret agents and two Asgardians -- after Thor’s insistence on the term, Tony’s gonna stick with it, even if ‘god’ would freak more people out, see how well he’s taking other people’s feelings into consideration? -- unaccounted for. Plus the Hulk. But getting Big Green anywhere he doesn’t want to go would be impossible anyway.

“You alright there, Cap?”

“I’ll live.” Rogers grins at him, a little more tired and still with that same shadow that Tony can’t properly identify, but real nonetheless. Urgh. This much genuine happiness can’t be healthy. “Thanks for the help, Stark. You did good.”

Tony shrugs. “Hey, I’m all for team spirit and all that shit, ask anyone.” What else is he supposed to say?

Rogers snorts. Turns around to face Thor, who is carrying Loki towards them. Their future evil alien overlord doesn’t look too good up close, pale and haggard, with dark shadows under his eyes that would give Tony at his first post-Afghanistan depression a run for their money.

Not a record any sane person wants to beat.

“Everything alright with your brother?” 

Tony’s impressed how casual Rogers makes the question sound. It’s impossible to tell if he’s concerned about Loki’s welfare or subtly requesting information on his mental state or even demanding a report about potential trouble. Well done.

“Nothing he won’t recover from.” The expression on Thor’s face is hard to read, almost blank, but the way his grip around Loki tightens is a tell on its own.

Sternly reminding himself that he’s not gonna involve himself in Norse god drama -- again -- Tony catches Romanoff’s eyes and nods towards her carry-on. “Barton good as well?”

“He’ll be fine.” She says evenly. A threat if Tony has ever heard one. 

“Good.”

They both turn back towards the rest of the group. Even Hulk has joined them, perfectly content to just stand there and casually crush what’s left of the wreck inside his left hand. A powermove if Tony’s ever seen one -- really, if Tony didn’t already have his precious honeybear he’d claim Hulk as his best friend in a heartbeat. No second thoughts. Plenty of regrets. For other people, that is.

“Well, we’re all alive so that’s great.” Rogers rubs the back of his neck, wincing like he’s just realized how depressing that sounds. Shoots Loki an anything-but-inconspicious look. “I guess we should get back to the Tower, just in case.”

“What tower?” Tony asks over Thor’s agreement and Romanoff’s raised eyebrows -- they’re very loud raised eyebrows, okay.

Rogers freezes. The look on his face bears a weird resemblance to how Rhodey looked that one time Tony caught him with a Hammer gun. 

“Uhm. Stark Tower?”

Tony crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Why would we go there?”

Why would they even go to NYC? They already have Loki, even if he doesn’t look particularly chained up from where Tony’s standing and they’ve even gotten some of the brainwashed minions back. Shouldn’t they focus on the Tesseract now? Or barring that on pissing off Fury into telling them what else besides hella-illegal-if-anyone-knew-about-it weapons manifacturing they haven’t been told?

“...to regroup?” Rogers asks slowly.

Tony gives him the look that statement deserves.

“That sounds like a sensible course of action,” Thor adds. “And I would like to leave my brother in a place where he can rest.”

What high-level security cell wasn’t chill enough? Tony swallows that comment at the last second, vaguely remembering the protective fevor Thor has shown in defense of his brother and not at all eager to become its target.

“Hulk sleep,” Hulk says, not being much of a help at all.

Romanoff’s eyebrows judge them all.

“It’s decided then!” Rogers claps his hands, blatantly ignoring the lack of agreement from the sanest two people present. “Let’s go see if we can find a car to hotwire.”

Tony stares after him. “I can’t believe Captain fucking America just said ‘see if we can find a car to hotwire’.”

Romanoff scoffs, even as her gaze flickers restlessly back and forth between Rogers, Hulk and Thor and Loki. “I can’t believe they call him the man with a plan.”

“Well, no one said it had to be a good plan.”

“Don’t worry,” Rogers calls out over his shoulder, cool as a cucumber and doing a terrible job of concealing the amusement in his tone, “if a giant hole appears in the sky, you and Thor get to play flying taxi.”

Tony exchanges a glance with Romanoff -- not an easy thing to do considering his faceplate is still up -- and says quietly. “The scary thing is I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.”

“He’s not,” Romanoff deadpans.

[ninjakitty15]

Cold As Death (Loki)

Chapter One: Looks That Could Kill

By all accounts, today should've been like the countless other days before it. Just another day stuck in a glass cell with the occasional "scientist" trying to figure out how to harness something no regular schmuck or mortal could hope to grasp by poking, prodding, and bleeding me. But this was Hydra for you, try to change one idiots mind, and several more idiots tell you you're wrong. German, American, or other, there are evil idiots in every corner of every world, that's for damn sure. At this point I couldn't figure out why they still kept me here, locked away from everything when they couldn't what they wanted from me. They already tried torturing it out of me like pain would make me crumble, I just ended up wincing or laughing depending on what they did as there were times I actually wasn't sure I felt anything, not because they did it often enough or it was that bad, I was just sorta dead inside so some nerve endings didn't always work.

The only thing remotely unusual about today though was it wasn't as busy where they stashed me, hands locked in power dampening shackles and a metal muzzle to boot. At some point earlier they attempted to keep me sedated and unconscious but I woke myself back up once they left me alone thinking I was no longer a problem. Amateurs. As I sat in the middle of the cell, eyes closed but fully alert and coherent, I felt before I ever heard a presence that felt otherworldly to me. They were silent, seeming to observe with caution as I felt it get closer and start to circle the container then pause right where I knew the controls of the cage to be. There was a fifty fifty chance this presence would let me out, the other half being they come in and another round of human pinata would start but instead of candy it would just be blood and a lot of bad puns and jokes falling out of me, maybe drop a few s/m mentions. Serious folks tend to get real uncomfortable when you get sexual on them. If you can't laugh about sex, you don't have a sense of humor.  A button was pressed on the panel and a door formed in front of me where the glass was and I got a stronger feel of who or what was in front of me on the other side. They were definitely not your average Joe, probably not even human and flowing with a lifeforce not even mutants could possibly obtain. An immortal for sure. They took one step toward me and because this wasn't something I'd encountered since my containment, I instinctively tensed which made them pause again.

"You're awake?" A smooth almost british accented voice, noted softly yet curiously.

I opened my eyes then just to confirm that as the muzzle was holding back my usual smartass responses. They was actually one tall man clad in leather and gold metal, watching me carefully with piercing blue/green eyes. Maybe it was seeing the same ugly mugs every day for gods know how long I've been down here and finally seeing a new face, maybe it was the fact he was wearing my two favorite colors and pulled it off better than anyone else I've seen try that. But damn did he look good. It might also be the killer jawline and physique too. His eyes fixated on the muzzle for a moment and a hardened scowl formed for some reason, surprisingly not twisting the dashing look like it does most angry men. And then suddenly I could speak again but opted to gasp like a dying beached fish because damn did it feel good to not have airways being blocked anymore. Vaguely I wondered if my lips were chapped from the damned thing before smiling maniacally.

"Finally, oral freedom!" I cried overdramatically.  "I don't usually offer though unless its returned, all's fair in love and fun stuff."

The man cracked a small smile and ventured a step closer to me. "What are you? And why are you in here?"

"Could ask you the same thing, hun," i quipped. "And seeing as I was here first, you should answer first."

He chuckled and took a more confident step toward me though his lifeforce strengthened like a guard around him. Before he could answer himself though, a booming and somehow familiar voice called out. "Loki, have you found anything down there?!" Which caused the dude now named Loki to cringe at the interruption and sigh.

"No one here but us ghouls," I told him in answer.

"They have a prisoner down here, brother!" replied Loki though his eyes never left me.

"Prisoner's such a harsh word, I prefer forced resident or illegal obtained house guest," I informed him. "You answer his questions, but not mine. It's because I'm black, isn't it?" I was actually what one would describe in terms of skin color as not recently dead pale white.

"I thought he was answer enough, I'm sure you know of Thor, he likes to play the hero of this realm," Loki replied to me, an eyebrow arched.

"The Norse God of shitty weather? Y'all aren't busy with cooler realms?" I asked.

"This wasn't my choice," was his dry response, making me smile more.

I snickered. "Spoken like a true sibling. So you came down here, an alien immortal, because your big brother told you so. My heart bleeds for you really."

He glared at my unabashed sarcasm and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now answer mine before he comes in and makes a great mess of this place."

"More than the people that came with this building already have? That's gotta take talent. But I'll bite. They hunted me down gods know how long ago and attempted to extract something from me that makes me awesome, didn't work obviously or they'd make a mess not even your brother could trump and we wouldn't be here talking. Too valuable to be killed, though they couldn't if they tried, too stubborn to be experimented on. Where'd they go anyway? Are you guys the reason I didn't get my daily prodding?"

"My brothers...friends dealt with the ones they could find, if they're anything like their namesake, I'm sure there's more in hiding waiting for reinforcements or something like that."

Another man leaped down out of nowhere that definitely wasn't Thor as he didn't have long golden locks or a beard, his head and half his face were actually covered by a mask and instead of a hammer was a shield in one arm.

"Thor failed to mention it was a woman," the new dude noted.

"And my gender matters because...?" I wasn't actually offended by this, just messing with him to get a reaction which worked as he genuinely looked bashful, making me cackle. "For all the armor you people wear, it's still surprisingly easy to get under your skin. Maybe I've just been here so long, they're just fashion statements now, if everyone's wearing leather armor count me in!"

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's just us," Loki told me.

"She tell you why they're holding her?" the new man asked him.

"They're trying to steal her powers though I'm not sure what they are yet."

"Only the best kind of course," I told them. "It's all the rage these days, all the Hydra agents gotta have it."

"Well they can find it somewhere else as you're free from them but you can tell us all about the what and why, if you don't mind," the new man said.

"You say that so politely but I'm getting the sense you weren't asking. I'll comply if you give me a hand here, mine are a bit tied up at the moment." I raised my shackled hands as high as able since they were chained to the metal floor beneath me.

The new man was quick to break the chains connecting me to the floor before Loki waved a hand like Jedi Knight and the shackled sprang open, dropping to the floor with a loud clang. I flexed my hands and shook them a bit to get feeling back with them being cramped and slowly got to my feet, staggering a bit as my leg bones cracked from the sudden use and weight. I sighed in sweet relief and relaxed with a slight grin. "Alrighty then!" With my hands free, so was my powers just a bit more and I could collect and stretch it out, testing the waters. That seemed to be enough for Loki to notice being a power person as well and both eyebrows shot up as he probably felt what I was doing. I winked at him before turning to the other guy. "Onward and upward!"

With the new guy leading me out of the building and Loki being my tail, I was on my way to freedom for good before being nearly blinded by that god awful ball of fire in the sky, everyone else calls the sun. I recoiled and refrained from hissing like an angry vampire, stumbling back into Loki in the process who steadied me and smirked at my reaction to daylight. The new guy looked back hearing me cursing at it and raised an eyebrow in question but didn't actually ask anything.

"What? I'm not a morning person," I responded before straightening up but subtly elbowing Loki in the stomach, causing a soft grunt from behind while accidentally hitting my funny bone which wasn't that funny at all as my entire arm went numb and tingly at the same time. "Stupid toned god with your stupid abs of granite."

The new guy stopped walking and pressed a hand against his ear. "We're out, all the agents we could flush out are dealt with. A ride would be nice." Ah he was talking on a com of some kind it seems. How high tech yet old school. Within a few moments, an even more hightech fighter plane of some kind hovered low enough for him to climb in first then offer his hand to pull me up as I was unfortunately not remotely as tall or long legged as either man near me. I looked around the plane curiously to see another man and a redhaired woman at the front as pilots, the woman looking back and landing her eyes on me as well.

"Are you the prisoner Thor spoke of?" she asked.

"I'm the illegally obtained house guest, yes." Loki snickered behind me and I reminded myself not to elbow him again as my arm still hadn't gotten proper feeling back.

The woman smiled as well and nodded. "Buckle up then, we're heading back to base, could get bumpy. All good back there, Steve?" she called after the first new guy who was now Steve.

"Ready when you are," he answered, sitting at the tail end of the machine.

The plane rose up and shot forward at an illegally unsafe speed above the city. Loki had settled across from me, eyes ever studying me but unlike the agents that actually did and more, they weren't malicious or power hungry, just cautious and curious. I decided to test his resolve then and locked my eyes on his in an unwavering staring contest. "First one to blink loses."

"Is that why they muzzled you? Because if you're not under their skin, you're cracking jokes?" he asked.

"If you don't have a sense of humor you don't have much to live for and that's how they win. Also no, it's not how I talked, but who I talked to or when it wasn't them."

"To contain your powers, like they did your hands then. And they didn't get anything from you?"

"What I have can't be drained or pulled out or copied, it's not specifically found in something like DNA or an organ or something physical even. Those guys claim to be scientists but real scientists accept facts as they are when proof is found and I'm living proof they're all frauds with no results. I bet they don't even have a Ph.D."

"They're Hydra, they're funded by power and money, not degrees and universities," Steve spoke up.

"So you're telling me they just pulled a few crazy people with crazyass theories on things from a hat and told them they're scientists now? I should've gone to college there, I wanna have money and be told I have a job with more money. All I got from mine a piece of paper saying I know some things and then years of disappointment from being unemployed. I probably look good in a lab coat too."

"A stark difference from your current attire of all black and hooded," Loki pointed out.

I snorted. "All they let me wear after ruining the one I was caught in from their experimentation, they thought the attire should fit the power, how unimaginative is that? Let's just advertise exactly what I can do to everyone around me, that'll throw them off for sure."

"And what can you do?" he challenged.

"Uh-uh, spoilers sweety. A preview of which will cost you extra."

"But we just gave you a free ride," chipped the male pilot.

"Hey, you're not part of this conversation, and I don't even know where we're going, this could be a free ride to something worse. Like Shield or the dentist."

"Bad experience? Ate too much candy as a kid, didn't you?" the pilot guessed.

"If you think there's such thing as too much candy, then your childhood sucked and I pity your past."

"Tony's gonna love this one," mused the female pilot. "What's your name?"

"I've been out of custody for like 15 minutes and finally someone asks! It's Noelle, Nell for short. And you pilots are...?"

"About to land for starters," the man said. "I'm Clint, she's Nat, and we're at base so everyone out of my plane."

"That's Tony's plane actually," quipped Loki as the plane landed and everyone unbuckled. "Come along, meet the rest of my brother's friends."

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Saving Christmas ( Thor x Reader)

A/N : Here is the first imagine of the Holiday season ! For now it’s only a sort of prompts but I’d like to do some short stories following this prologue. Hope you enjoy!

« CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED ! »

The whole crew present turned to you with wide eyes which translated more confusion than worry, despite the horrible thing you just said.

«  What the hell are you talking about ? »

You turned to Tony, your face twisted into the most worry expression you could ever have.

« I said, Christmas is cancelled ! Santa’s missing ! »

«  WHAT ? »

The booming voice filled the whole room like thunder. And the thundered himself, got on his feet at the speed of light and his expression was one very similar to yours.

« We can’t let christmas be cancelled ! I love christmas and the presents and the food and the decorations and… »

« I think we got the idea, big guy » Steve interrupted before turning back to you

« Y/N , please, give us more informations, because I have troubles to follow what you are saying here » 

You sight and decided to sit in the nearest spot of the couch, you let yourself relax as much as you could into the furniture and looked at your teammates.

« My father is missing. I’ve tried to contact him for a week but I never managed to. At first, I thought he was busy, it’s always like this at that time of the year but today one of his elves called me asking if I knew where he was. I called everyone I could, my mom, the workshop director and every single elves in the North Pole but no one knows where he is. »

All eyes were on you and you knew you sounded mad but you were in the worst situation ever, with two weeks left until Christmas and Santa disappearing the world would go to shit.

« Let me get this straight ; your dad is Santa and he’s missing, as a result of the previous statement, Christmas is doomed » Clint interjected

At what he said, you could just nod.

Your heard a chuckle from the other side of the couch and caught Tony losing himself in a fit a giggle.

Looking around you, you see the other fighting against the same pulsions, they tired to hide their smile and cointain their laughter but they weren’t that good at it.

« I’m not asking you to believe me. But this is the truth and if you refuse to help me, I’ll save Christmas by myself. After all, I’m a superhero too. »

At this words, you qucikly stood up and left, not looking back at your teammates ; decided to save your father yourself.

With your new found goal, you went straight to your room. Your grabbed your sport bag and threw it your bed before taking all the items you would need like weapons and all sorts of devices. But above all, your father snowglobe was placed securely around your neck, attached to a silver chain. The item was a simple glass globe and inside was a raging blizzard, snow was hitting the glass with such violence that the whole item was balancing against your skin. And right in the middle, almost impossible to see among the storm, your Santa’s house and workshop, decorated with coloful lights.

You hold onto it tightly and closed your eyes.

« I’m coming dad » you whispered like it was a prayer before letting go of the globe, closing your bag and making your way to your bedroom door.

You opened your door and were surprised to find a broad  chest blocking your way out.

« Jesus ! »

You almost jumped out of your skin from surprise. You looked up and saw Thor, staring down at you.

« Y/N, I want to help you save Christmas ! »

« Thanks for your concern, but this is my mission and I’m the one and only who should save Christmas. It’s my legacy. »

«  But you’ll need someone to help you if something goes wrong. This is the whole point of our team, helping each other out, when one of us risk their life or lack of something another can get him. Please, let me help you. Christmas is my favourite Midguardian holiday and you’re my friend, I can’t lose two of my favourite things on this planet »

He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen, his eyes were even glistening from a thin layer of tears, threatening to spill if you dared to refuse his help.

You felt your decision shatter at the sight of the norse god and despite wanting to «  mener à bien » your mission, you had to admit that you would probably need a friend on the way to the norse pole and through the mutliple blizzards, natural or not that would stand on your way to save your father.

«  Alright Thor, let’s go save Christmas ! »

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The Pull (86/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was gifted to them. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2538

Warnings: angst,  some fluff, Norse storyline development, threatening 

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The old god watched his daughter curled into her mate.

Taking deep breaths he tried to breathe through his anger. 

The Norns would not be swayed… this he knew. But hadn’t the fox been enough? 

They’d faced the fox and she’d brought back her mate… 

She had faced losing herself in the process.

He had almost been destroyed.

Natasha Rafnulf and Stiles Stilinski would be a force to be reckoned with when they fully came into themselves and their powers… if they stay with Scott McCall they’ll be damn near impossible to stop… 

But the Ragnulfs tend to return to their pack… the protection of their family always stronger than any other pack as they knew the bonds and they were aware of the implications. 

Stiles Stilinski, however, was intensely loyal… to Scott McCall. The question wasn’t if Stiles would accept Natasha, the way he held her currently 

Sighing, Odin recalled Hugin and Munin to his side. 

As his ravens returned, he thought back to what he had learned a moon cycle ago. 

Munin had accidentally stumbled across the remains of a group of assassins. They had not been trained very well from Munin cold tell. 

He’d come upon the scene as a woman taunted a man. She’d not been on her own. 

What had caught Munin’s attention was the creature with the woman. The one that seemed to be doing her bidding.

It looked like a man with an animal skull on his head. 

Munin hadn’t seen one of those in centuries… The magic to create them having become almost non-existent.. but there was something off about this one. 

Berserkers were not meant to be puppets. Like their counterparts,  Ulfhednar and Svinfylking’s they were meant to be the most ruthless men and women in battle.  They were originally meant to be the bodyguards of noble families but had become elite warriors in their own right as time had passed 

Berserkers entered their trances when they would need to go to war and while a man in a true rite may not be able to tell the difference between friend or foe, they rarely did someone else’s bidding. 

This one was following the huntress, Kate Argent.

Munin had stayed to watch as the woman asked about who the “Benefactor” was. Whatever this name was, it had been enough to cause her to go after his men. From what Munin heard, he figured that this “Benefactor” was paying for assassins.

Before Munin could figure out who the assassins were supposed to go after, he’d been distracted by the sound of the huntress groaning in pain. Munin had turned his attention to focus on the girl solely when he’d heard the clatter of a gun against the asphalt. 

Munin had watched as the blonde in front of him had doubled over in pain before her skin had transformed and he’d watched as a nagual formed in front of him, this one a were-jaguar. One of Xolotl’s then… 

Curious as to why Munin had followed the woman as she’d gotten the Berserkers to listen to her. It hadn’t taken them very long to disappear and the woman had then made her way north.

It was when Munin had told him the story of what he had seen, that Odin had thought to ignore the Norns, to step in and have the consequences be damned but the problem was the consequences wouldn’t be his to face. They’d be hers. 

So, he’d done the one thing he could do- he opened up the link her mate had with instincts just a little wider. 

He’d managed it just in time… 

Natasha had been foolish in taking off on her own but Stiles had made it in time and though it took his mind a little longer to catch up to his instincts, his instincts had immediately called for the blood of the one that would harm what was his. 

You hadn’t let go of Stiles since you’d launched yourself into his arms. 

You’d had to remind yourself that he was okay… that he was here and that the stupid bitch Violet wasn’t going to be able to get to him. 

Stiles had let you hold onto him. Had wrapped his fingers in yours and you’d leaned your head on his shoulder. Taking in deep breaths, you let yourself be grounded to the moment in front of you, to the man in front of you when the sound of a gasping, wheezing breath pulls your attention. 

Looking around, you’re struck by the memory of earlier, Violet had been taunting Brett… Wolfsbane. 

Running over to the boy, you’re met with the sight of him literally foaming at the mouth as he wheezes. 

“I need a lighter!” you call out but, unsurprisingly, no one has one.  

Trying to think of other ways you can get rid of wolfsbane poisoning, you realize that each one has its own specific set of rules. 

Thankfully Stiles has already pulled out his phone. As he dials out, Brett lets out a gasping breath before he starts choking and the foam at his mouth turns yellow. 

Calling out for Stiles, he’s at your side a moment later as he hangs up the phone and tells Scott to help him out. The three of you quickly make your way towards Stiles’ jeep and you get Brett situated in the backseat.

You’re just about to jump in the passenger seat when a hand grips your wrist. Turning, you see Scott giving you an apologetic look, “I told them you were the one attacked.”

“What?! Why?” you demand, knowing this means that you’re going to have to separate and not liking the idea at all. 

Scott grimaces but points out that you had been attacked and that he’d told the Sheriff as much before they had figured out Brett.  

You want to tell him to figure out something else, tell the Sheriff that he’d been attacked or something… You’re about to tell him as much when Stiles speaks up, sounding less than pleased, “Tasha… you need to give your statement.”

You want to argue but Brett’s pained grunt distracts you. 

Sighing, you step back from the car and make your way towards the school. As you walk oer, you can hear Scott promising to Stiles that he’ll keep you safe. 

Just as you make it inside the doors, Liam calls your name and a moment later he’s got you wrapped up in a hug, “Thank God you’re okay…”

He ushers you towards Coaches offices, through the locker room where you Violet’s been tied up, and as you do, you can hear the sound of sirens approaching the school. 

It isn’t long before the school is bustling with the sounds of people. Officers, students, parents… they’re all there and everyone is trying to demand answers. 

Parrish comes in and takes your statement, it’s just a rehashing of what you remembered. Though, you told him you’d come back to the locker rooms because you needed some girl stuff from your bag that you’d forgotten to take with you earlier and that you had no idea how you had gotten the necklace off of you.  Which was partially true. 

“Adrenaline rush?” he’d supplied for you and you’d merely shrugged your shoulders. It made more sense than whatever you could tell him at least.

Nodding his head Parrish took his notes and made his way out towards the locker room, no doubt to get Violet.

“Guys, back off. You can get your gear tomorrow. If anybody sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately,”  you hear Coach informing the rest of the team before grumbling, “Then tell him he's off the damn team.”

You’re not 100% sure how Coach knows Garretts involved but you can’t help but chuckle softly, somehow you doubt Garret’s going to care about getting kicked off the team. 

Making your way towards the girl’s locker room. You figure now’s a good a time as any to try and change— only to discover that they’ve locked down both locker rooms. 

You’re making your way through the people when you catch sight of Kira who’s sprinting down the halls and out of the school. Curious as to what that’s about, you’re about to go after her when you hear the pup calling your name. 

He catches up to you and immediately puts a jacket in your hand, looking down you see the large white numbers, an inversion of your own number 42 and can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the pup in front of you. 

Liam offers no remorse, he simply shrugs his shoulders and advises, “He texted me, said to make sure you had a jacket since you’re apparently always freezing and then he told me where it was.”

Smiling to yourself, you shrug on the hoodie. As you’re putting it on, you hear the Suit’s voice. You had known that Scott’s dad was around but you hadn’t seen him at the game - though to be fair you hadn’t been looking for him. He’s asked Parrish to hold up and is walking over while Scott makes his way up to you and Liam. 

Scott questions the absence of Kira.

“Not sure,” you tell him, “I saw her running through the halls earlier though.”

“She took off,” Liam elaborates. When you and Scott both turn to look at the pup he informs you that, “As soon as you guys took off, she called Lydia about that list and well-“ 

“Her moms on it…” Scott picked up, putting the pieces together.

“Everyone’s on it.”

“Wait a second,” you cut him off before dropping your voice and asking, “Are you on the list?”

“Not yet,” he mutters, “but there’s still another third, right?”

Before you can respond, Scott’s dad’s voice catches your attention, mostly be aide it’s accompanied by the scent of anger bursting as he says, “... that’s right. You don’t have any parents. That’s why they call you The Orphans.” 

You can hear the rattling of Chains and can only assume that Suit got the reaction he was looking for.

A moment later he’s telling someone, “We need to find the boyfriend, Garrett.” 

“Coach —I’m gonna need both their locker numbers,” you hear Sheriff point out before he comes into the hallway, “And someone find me a set of bolt cutters.”

Pulling into the parking lot at Deaton’s, Stiles finds both Deaton and Derek waiting for him. 

“Scott called,” he offered when Stiles raised an eyebrow, “where’s Little Wolf?” 

“Stayed behind,” Stiles growls out, not particularly excited at the prospect,

Working together, Derek helps him get the apparent werewolf out of Roscoe and into the clinic where Deaton’s grabbing some stuff. 

With Derek’s help, he manages to get the boy laid out on the metal table. As they’re getting him situated, Brett starts to seize again, this time thrashing about and choking on foam at his mouth. 

“What the hell is happening to this kid?!” Stiles asks as he tries to hold the boy down on the table. 

“He’s been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane,” Deaton answers as he comes to the boy’s other side. “I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible,” he says as he the boy thrashes forward. 

Stiles can feel his irritation at the older man but decides against it, pushing down on the boy again. Finding that they’re having a hard time holding the boy down, he snaps at the other werewolf, “Hey Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?” 

“Yeah, I'm not the only one with werewolf strength,” Derek snips out. 

“If you can’t hold him still, the incision might kill him,” Deaton points out and in his frustration, Stiles tugs the boy towards him.

A terrible idea really, because Brett seems to slide over to him quite easily. 

Stiles tries to push him back but Bretts covered in sweat and the yellow foam and as he thrashes about he can feel the boy slipping. 

Calling out to Derek, he tells the man that Bretts slipping and he doesn’t think he can hold Brett down. 

A moment later, Brett is taking a deep gasping breath as his eyes open.  Stiles looks over to see the boys terrified eyes just as the smell of something sour hits his nose.  

Brett growls menacingly and Stiles can feel himself getting thrown back into the cupboards. Grunting in pain, he looks up to see that Brett had managed to launch himself up and off the table he was just on. 

Growling, he starts to stalk towards Stiles when he seems to think better of it and turns to take off. He’s cut off, however, when a fist collides with his face and Stiles turns to see a blue-eyed Peter pulling his hand back, “I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.”

“Yeah,” Derek scoffs before looking from Brett back to Peter, “Maybe more than a little.” 

Stiles turns back to Brett who’s currently unconscious on the floor and he crouches down beside the boy’s body. He’s no longer choking on the rare wolfsbane but he doesn’t seem to be breathing either. 

“Hey Doc,” Stiles calls over his shoulder as he checks Brett’s pulse to make sure the boy’s not dead at least,  “I don’t think he’s breathing.”

From his peripheral, Stiles watches as Deaton drops down next to Brett, scalpel in hand. He takes one look at the boy before he’s taking the scalpel and dragging it down Brett’s chest, slicing open along his sternum, releasing a puff of putrid-smelling yellow smoke. 

Brett gives a gasping breath before his breathing seems to even out. Breathing out through his nose, Stiles tries to clear the putrid stench from his nostrils he asks Deaton, “Is he okay?”

“I think he’ll be fine. But he’ll probably be out for a while,” Deatom answers with a nod of his head as he moves to check the boy. 

Brett seems to be breathing easier overall but his lips are moving and Stiles can hear the boy murmuring softly. 

“Guys, can you hear that?” he asks the others, “I think he’s saying something.”

 Looking up he sees Deaton giving him a confused look and Derek’s face contorted like he’s trying to focus. 

Deaton’s already leaning over Brett so Stiles follows suit and as can make out the words the other boy is whispering, “The sun… the moon… the truth…the sun… the moon… the truth… “ 

He knows the words from somewhere… he knows he does… he just can’t remember where. Looking over to Deaton, he watches the older man lean back as understanding dawns on him and he says, “Three things cannot long be hidden — the sun, the moon, the truth.”

“It’s a Buddhist proverb,” Stiles realizes before his face furrows, “Why is he saying a Buddhist proverb?”

Deaton’s face doesn’t seem to indicate that he has any idea why so Stiles turns to Derek who’s staring at Peter. 

“Satomi,” Peter practically growls out. The two werewolves having a silent conversation with each other and Stiles figures that either Derek or Peter will be hunting down Satomi real soon. 

After a moment, Peter turns towards Stiles and asks, “Where is Little Wolf?”

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When I'm Miserable

Loki x Reader

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Summary: Loki abandons his attempt to rebuild his relationship with Thor after realizing his brother will never fully trust or understand him. He finds himself drawn to a girl, now guardian of her little sister after their mother's sudden death, and tries to teach her the lessons of love, forgiveness, and acceptance before their differences tear them apart.

Salem, Indiana. When you first moved away from the small city and its six thousand residents you hated telling people where you were from.

"Oh, Massachusetts." They would say.

"No, Indiana." You would correct.

"I didnt know there was a Salem in Indiana." They would finish with a confused look on their face before going back to their more interesting California lives.

Now you were back and those conversations ceased to be a staple of introduction, but so many things had also ceased to be discussed. Food, art, culture, current events, all subjects thrown aside in the face of everyone's new favorite topic: what are you going to do?

"How are you going to handle raising your little sister?" They would ask.

"Did your mom leave you anything?" Inquired the snoopers.

"Are you okay?"

And were you okay? What a dumb question. Who would be okay being torn from the beginnings of a life they were building for themselves and coming back to a home without a mother? Who would be ready and to accept guardianship over their little sister and step into a parenting role no one had ever prepared them for?

You took a large sip of your beer, letting the carbonation tickle the roof of your mouth before swallowing around the bitter lump in your throat. It was 4pm on a Monday and you were on your second drink. Your bleary eyes glanced around the room, practically empty save for two older men further down the bar.

You hadn't been old enough to even enter a bar when you last lived in Salem. It felt odd to sit on the rickety wooden stool and think back to a time you desired this, the ability to legally drink in the O'Haimes Tavern and enjoy a Friday night with friends while listing to the live band. Had you been able to tell your teenage self you would end up here on a Monday afternoon to drown your sorrows all alone...

"Thanks for covering for me Rach." A frazzled looking women strolled quickly to your side of the bar, from the back room still trying up her long blonde hair. The other bartender, Rachel, you assumed, nodded sympathetically as she poured a set of double whiskeys for the men down the bar.

"No problem, I know how hard it is to adjust to Jason going back to school."

Your glass had only been a few centimeters off the bar top, which was lucky for you as your grip loosened and it wobbled dangerously before settling in its upright position. The noise brought the two bartenders' attention to you but you couldn't be bothered to care. You fumbled through your buzzed, sluggish movements into the purse thrown haphazardly into the seat next to you. You grasped your phone tightly and brought it to your face, throat seizing up fully as your sedated mind took in the unread texts and missed phone calls.

Where are you?

Did you forget about me?

Are you okay?!

You tried to keep an air of calm about you as you paid your bill and exited O'Haimes but you could tell by your slight imbalance that you probably didn't fool anyone. You hurried along the sidewalk as fast as your wobbly ankles would carry you, the edge of Salem High School's property revealing itself a few blocks later. You couldn't help but mumble to yourself as you made your way around the wide chain-link fence to the school entrance.

"Please be there. Please be there. Please be there."

And there she was, looking put out and pouty sitting on the blue bench just to the left of the front doors. She was on her phone and hadn't yet noticed you so you slowed down and straightened your spine. The walk had sobered you enough to put on that mask of calm you couldn't conjure at the bar.

As you got closer she still didnt notice you, too absorbed in her phone to look up. You shook your head and smiled. Her generation was so lucky to have cell phones to entertain them while they wait, all you had was-

Your thoughts stuttered to a stop as a tall man appeared from around the corner and sat next to your sister. He was close to her, his head bent towards her, and she looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and you could feel a wave of protective instinct wash over you like a cold shower. Your pace quickened until you were in a full on sprint.

"Amanda." You said so loudly and forcefully you practically barked your sister's name like an order. Both your sister and the man next to her looked up in surprise. You raced up the steps, your once unreliable equilibrium steadied by an alert, on-edge version of soberness.

"Finally!" She exhaled dramatically, like your tardiness was exhausting. She tucked her phone into her back pocket as she rose from the bench.

The man next to her stood as well. He looked impossibly tall next to your little sister, all short and fragile looking. You took a step closer to the man and squared your shoulders. While you still had to tilt your chin to look him in the eye you were not at the same height disadvantage as your sister.

"Hello there-" he began before you cut him off with a solid, clear tone.

"Stay away from her."

"I beg your pardon?" He asked. His accent startled you for a moment, so unlike all the midwestern accents wriggling in your ears since coming home last month. You blinked twice to regain your focus and your resolve.

"Stay away from my sister. She's under age. Did you know that, pervert?"

"I'm well aware-" he started, adjusting his glasses, but this time his words were interrupted by Amanda's profuse apologies, her hand on your arm pulling you back down the stairs and away from the well dressed, bespectacled threat before you. You maintained eye contact, harsh and defiant, until you reached the first step down and were forced to turn or risk falling down the four concrete steps and make a fool of yourself.

"What were you thinking?!" Amanda shrieked as she continued to pull you by the arm. You turned back to catch a glimpse of the man as you turned the corner but he was gone.

"A grown man should not be hanging around a high school preying on teenage girls." You stumbled slightly but caught your footing. Looking back you found the block of sidewalk slightly raised. It had snagged the tip of your shoe as you took a step. You sent your glare down, ready to take a larger step upon arrival of the next uneven slab.

"He's the librarian. Hanging around the school is kind of his job. You would have known that if you weren't drunk."

You stumbled despite the level ground beneath you at your sister's words. She slowed down and finally let go of your arm, only to fold hers across her chest and glare at you with a disgusting amount of judgement.

"Is that why you were late? You were drinking in the middle of the day again?" She wasn't expecting an answer because she already knew what she was saying was true. You knew what would come next as well, it was the same argument as last time and the time before that.

"You're going to die on me too if you don't cut it out. You'll get in an accident or drown in your own vomit or destroy your liver and-"

"I know Amanda," you sigh heavily and pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes closed so you didn't have to see her face. "I know."

"And now you're ruining my life. Mr Loki is really nice and now he's going to look at me like everyone else does." While her voice began loudly and passionately it trailed off into quiet uncertainty. Your ears pricked up and your vision sharpened, a different kind of safeguard mindset than the one you had earlier against this Mr Loki. You had to protect her from herself now, those thought of self doubt that consume and devour from the inside.

"How does everyone look at you?"

"They look at me like my mom just died. Like I'm helpless. They all pity me." A sob bubbled out like a punctuation at end her statement. You reached for your sister, so young and fragile and in no way undeserving of the looks and the glances she must be catching, and pulled her into a tight hug. You rocked her back and forth so severely her feet had to lift and fall in time to your swings to keep you both from toppling to the ground.

"I'm sorry." You murmured into her hair, "I'm sorry for a lot of things."

She said nothing but held on to the back of your shirt like her life depended on it. You pulled her back by her shoulders so she could see your face with its reassuring smile and kind eyes.

"Tomorrow I will come pick you up on time and apologize to Mr Loki."

"Sober?"

"As sober as a judge." You promised. She reached her fist between your chests and extended her pinky. You wrapped your own around it and kissed your thumb. She did the same. Your journey home continued after that, side by side you strode leisurely and your mind wandered back to the front steps of Salem High School and its librarian.

"Amanda?" You started. She hummed in response to show she was listening.

"What kind of name is Mr Loki?"

She laughed loudly and it reminded you of your mom's laugh when she found something surprisingly amusing. Your stomach flipped at the similarity and at the fact that you would never hear them laugh at the same time like that ever again.

"Apparently he was named after some Norse god or something. It's a weird name right?"

You both giggled and ducked your heads against a gust of wind then walked the rest of the way home in companionable silence.

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[ebaeschnbliah]

MISTER  KINGSLEY

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Some time ago I wrote about the short cases Sherlock investigates at the beginning of TST (Spinning the plates). As it turned out each case seems to be closely connected to Sherlock himself in one way or another. It appears to be the same with characters who have a tattoo. Even as unlikely ones as the torturer in Serbia (TEH) or the unconscious ex-con in CAMs office (HLV)

In TST a man comes to Baker Street and seeks the help of Sherlock Holmes. His wife left him and he assumes she was having an affair. Sherlock doesn't take that case but throwes the man out instead. This case might have been too boring for Sherlock but the man - Mr. Kingsley - is quite interesting. He has an almost faded tattoo on his forearm. Reason enough to take a closer look at this guy. Could he be a Sherlock mirror as well?

More under the cut .....

His name is KINGSLEY

Which  includes the word KING. While Mycroft is compared to the 'queen' in ASIB, Sherlock is more than once connected to the 'king'.

'Am I the current king of England?' asks Sherlock in TSOT.

Elvis is called the 'King' as well and in THOB his face overlays Sherlock's while the first accords of 'Hound Dog' can be heard.

In TLD Elvis is mentioned again as a person who can be recognized by one name alone ... like Sherlock.

Now, you haven’t always been in life insurance, have you?

This is the very first information about Mr. Kingsley. He works in 'life insurance' .... is it too far a stretch connecting 'life insurance' to a form of protection ... of guarding? Sherlock himself (and some of his mirrors) are several times presented as 'guardians'.

You started out in manual labour. Oh, don’t bother being astonished. Your right hand’s almost an entire size bigger than your left. (“10½” over the right hand and “9½” over the other.) Hard manual work does that.

KINGSLEY: I was a carpenter, uh, like me dad.

A carpenter who is the son of a carpenter?. Is this another Christ reference? Wouldn't be the first time Sherlock is associated with Christ in this story.

In the New Testament, Jesus is commonly referred to as "Jesus of Nazareth" (e.g., Mark 10:47). Jesus' neighbors in Nazareth refer to him as "the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon" (Mark 6:3), "the carpenter's son" (Matthew 13:55), or "Joseph's son" (Luke 4:22).

And you’re trying to give up smoking, unsuccessfully,

SHERLOCK: Not just e-cigarettes – ten individual e-cigarettes. Now, if you just wanted to smoke indoors, you would have invested in one of those irritating electronic pipe things, but you’re convinced you can give up, so you don’t want to buy a pipe because that means you’re not serious about quitting, so instead you buy individual cigarettes, always sure that each will be your last.

This speaks for itself, I think. :))))

You once had a Japanese girlfriend that meant a lot to you

But now you feel indifferent about. You’ve got a Japanese tattoo in the crook of your elbow in the name ‘Akako.’ It’s obvious you’ve tried to have it removed. KINGSLEY: But surely that means I wanna forget her, not that I’m indifferent. SHERLOCK: If she’d really hurt your feelings, you would have had the word obliterated, but the first attempt wasn’t successful and you haven’t tried again, so it seems you can live with the slightly blurred memory of Akako, hence the indifference.

This topic - the 'broken off realationships' of various kinds (parents, friends, lovers) - runs throughout the whole story. Stillborn children, orphans, lost siblings, children, friends, a dog  and romances ending before they even had a chance to properly begin.

And of course the connection to Japan is another reference to the East, the Eastwind, Eurus and memory.

KINGSLEY: Sorry. I-I thought you’d done something clever. No, no. Ah, but now you’ve explained it, it’s dead simple, innit?

The whole deduction scene up unto this point is taken - with little changes - from ACDs Story  'The Red-Headed League'. In the original the client's name is Mr. Jabez Wilson. He is a former ship's carapenter who had once travelled to China. Holmes deduces this by a very distinctive fish tattoo on his arm and a coin on the watch chain. Mr. Wilson comes to Baker Street because the company he worked for suddenly 'vanished' without a trace. Turns out the whole organisation was a fake from the start. It's existance had been only created to lure Mr. Wilson away from his house for several hours per day to dig a secret tunnel to a nearby bank ... and the considerable fortune of French gold in its vaults.

The meaning of names

An interesting thing to notice is, that the name chosen for the lady in pink in ASIP is ... Jennifer Wilson. The name Wilson is also related to 'William', which is Sherlock's first name in this story.

William comes ultimately from the given name Wilhelm (cf. Old German Wilhelm and Old Norse Vilhjálmr). That is a compound of two distinct elements :

wil = "will or desire";

helm = Old English helm "helmet, protection"

Protector of desires - what a fitting name for Sherlock in this special adaptation!

Original Sherlock Holmes reacts to Mr. Wilson's rather simplifying interpretation, regarding the explanation of the deductions, quite different.

“I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, “that I make a mistake in explaining. ‘Omne ignotum pro magnifico,’ you know, and my poor little reputation, such as it is, will suffer shipwreck if I am so candid."

Omne ignotum pro magnifico .... 'every unknown thing is taken for great'

Or 'everything becomes commonplace by explanation' that's how Dr.Watson translates this statement in the lovely Granada adaptation of the 'Red-Headed League' with Jeremy Brett and David Burke (here).

Back to Sherlock and Mr. Kingsley

Highly indignant and offended by Mr. Kingsley's dismissive reaction to his explanations, Sherlock launches from nil to a hundred into a real torrent of deductions about poor Mr. Kingsley, who listens dumbfounded.

I’ve withheld this information from you until now ...

... but I think it’s time you knew the truth. Have you ever wondered if your wife was a little bit out of your league? You thought she was having an affair. I’m afraid it’s far worse than that. Your wife is a spy. Her real name is Greta Bengtsdotter. Swedish by birth and probably the most dangerous spy in the world.

WATSON: You’re working for Mycroft? MRS WATSON: He likes to keep an eye on his mad sibling. HOLMES: And he had a spy to hand.  Has it never occurred to you that your wife is excessively skilled for a nurse?

A 'super-agent' with a terrifying skill set? Oh, Mary I hear your tapping.

She’s been operating deep undercover for the past four years now as your wife for one reason only: to get near the American embassy which is across the road from your flat.

And once again the mention of an embasy - an ambassador. First Rufus Bruhl the US ambassador and his children Max and Claudette. Then the ambassador in Tiblisi who knew the truth about AMO. Three ambassadors in one story? A bit much for just coincidence, I think.

Tomorrow the US president will be at the embassy as part of an official state visit. As the president greets members of staff, Greta Bengtsdotter, disguised as a twenty-two stone cleaner, will inject the president in the back of the neck with a dangerous new drug hidden inside a secret compartment inside her padded armpit.

Like poor John in TEH? Before he got dumped under the bonfire woodpile? Is John the president?

This drug will then render the president entirely susceptible to the will of their new master, none other than James Moriarty.

Ahhhh .... another dangerous drug.  H.O.U.N.D. is for creating fear. TD12 is to create the bliss of ignorance. And now something to gain full domination over someone else. Fear - loss of memory - loss of power .... how frightening.

Moriarty will then use the president as a pawn to destabilise the United Nations General Assembly which is due to vote on a nuclear non-proliferation treaty, tipping the balance in favour of a first strike policy against Russia. This chain of events will then prove unstoppable, thus precipitating ... World War Three.

This sounds a lot like  '... Nuclear codes – I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king; and honey, you should see me in a crown.'    Jim Moriarty ... ruler of the whole world!

JOHN: Are you serious?  SHERLOCK: No, of course not.

'... his wife left him because his breath stinks and he likes to wear her lingerie.'

KINGSLEY: I don’t! Just the bras.

Really? Cross dressing like unle Rudi? Like Mycroft as Lady Bracknell? Oh, what a coincidence!  Sometimes the universe seems to be rather lazy.   :)))))

'his breath stinks' ... the simplest translation would be 'not liking what comes out of someones mouth'  and I guess there are a lot of people who are convinced this applies perfectly to some of Sherlock's deductions.

SEBASTIAN: He could look at you and tell you your whole life story. Put the wind up everybody. We hated him.

Assuming Mr. Kingsley is indeed a mirror for Sherlock - created in his own mind - how heartbreakingly sad is this last deduction! Sherlock imagining a life partner who leaves him because of what comes out of his mouth ... and because of what he likes.

JOHN: So. What’s this all about, then? SHERLOCK: Having fun. ..... While I can.

In a nutshell ... Sherlock is annoyed and wants to have fun while he still can and because of that he invents an impromptu story - far-fetched and dramatically charged - about a most dangerous 'super agent' employed by a criminal mastermind to gain world domination.  Sounds familiar ....

Are these kind of stories the ones Sherlock loves most?

Stories about undercover agents, secret spies, super agents ... like Mr. 'double-0-seven' James Bond? Then he would propably get along very well with another character in this story. A little boy ... with a mop of unruly, curly, dark hair. For he seems to have quite similar interests as Sherlock .... and he is a clever boy as well .... Max Bruhl.

SHERLOCK: What would he do in the precious few seconds before they came into the room? How would he use them if not to cry out? This little boy; this particular little boy ... who reads all of those spy books. What would he do? JOHN: He’d leave a sign?

The ambassadors son .... Max Bruhl .... abducted and poisoned and left to die together with his sister Claudette.

This reminds me very much of Sherlock - who gets abducted and drugged as well ..... or poisoned?

September, 2017

I leave you too your own deductions  Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

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Week 8: General Spn Fiction 

[Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful submissions to Week 8 of Spn Fanfic Submission Thursday!! There’s some absolutely quality fics in this list, so check them out. If you want to participate in next week’s fic submissions, check out the schedule.

If you read a fic, make sure to leave a comment and make an author’s day!]

Red and White by @expatgirl 

A pre-canon look at Rowena and how she fits into a well-known tale.

Snow White. But not as you know it.

Teen & Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[Rowena, Fairy tale retellings]

Some Like It Norse (or If At First You Don't Succeed, Try Crossdressing) by @bold-sartorial-statement

Gabriel comes back, and he has a special request for Sam. It involves dressing up as bride and bridesmaid, and fake-marrying a giant to get Mjölnir back.

Teen & Up. 1.8k words. (Complete)

[Screenplay/Script Format, Sam as Thor, Gabriel as Loki, Norse Myths & Legends, Thrymskvidha, Humor, Crossdressing]

Grocery Shopping is a Type of Family Bonding by @righteousdemondean

Sam and Dean go grocery shopping.

General Audience. 862 words. (Complete)

[bigger age gap between Sam and Dean, grocery shopping, food mention, fluff]

Not a Big Deal by @braezenkitty

An abandoned coda for 12x20, wherein Dean “accidentally” comes out to Sam

General. 487 words. (Complete)

[Bisexual Dean Winchester, Coming Out, Banter]

Grace Period by @somekindofsaviour

Dean gives Toni the head start she asked for. She goes home to England to see her son.

Teen & Up. 3.3k words. (Complete)

[Antonia Bevell, Dean Winchester, 12x22 Coda]

Warning: Off-Screen Violence 

Always Stuck In Second Gear by @thayerkerbasy

After Wendy Vincente spilled the location of her brother’s secret cabin, Agents Beyoncé and Jay-Z had a lead to follow. Tracking Lucifer while confined to a pickup truck wasn’t exactly Crowley’s preferred modus operandi, but at least he was in good company.

Teen and Up. 29k words. (Complete)

[Canon Compliant, Road Trips, Frenemies, Past Crowley/Dean Winchester, POV Crowley]

Something Special by @durenjtmusings 

What makes something special? Special enough for people to pay any price, beyond even their lives? Welcome to Lost and Found, Ltd., experts in finding very, very special things. Things that can be yours if you are willing to trade something very special in return. Well, and often even if you aren’t. [Canon-compliant possible backstory for both characters and objects in Supernatural.]

General Audiences. 11k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Daniel Elkins, Jimmy Novak, Ruby, Bobby Singer, Original Character, Sam’s Taurus, Dean’s colt, The Colt, The Samulet, Ruby’s Demon-killing Knife, Castiel’s Overcoat and Tie, object backstories, the Impala, Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe Trope - The Little Shop that wasn’t there Yesterday, Demon Deals, unborn souls,Impala backstory, Impala has a soul]

Everyone Needs A Hobby by @durenjtmusings

Sam has a secret - something he’s working on. And it is driving Dean crazy not to know… (Cas just wants everyone to get along.) Sam thinks Dean should a) mind his own business and b) appreciate his artistic vision.

General Audiences. 1.7k words. (Complete)

[brotherly pranking, Winchester Communication, Sam has a secret,sam has owies, serial killer statistics, dean gets pranked, Castiel is patient, Sam creates art, Sam has a new hobby, textile arts, disturbing Hannibal Lector reference, Bunker ficlet, spn season 10, after spn 10.16]

Of Hunters, Time Travelers and Angels by @nera-solani

When a SHIELD agent, who travels with the Doctor, is supposed to keep an eye on the Winchesters, things turn a little complicated when she finds her charge to have disappeared. They’re quickly found again in another universe, but the question is: How did they get there and who is responsible for this? Together they have to find out who is behind this whole mess, because something dark is lurking in the shadows and an old new enemy is making plans…

Not Rated. 9k words. (Complete)

Silence in the Bunker by @envydean

Dean’s not speaking after Mary leaves…

General Audiences. 508 words. (Complete)

[episode coda, mute!dean, Angst with a Happy Ending, canonverse]

In the Family by @lies-unfurl

While Castiel and Kelly are furniture shopping, a case of mistaken identity leads to a conversation about angels, family, and the future.

General Audiences. 1.6k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Friendship, Light Angst, Pregnancy, IKEA, Humor, Season/Series 12, Post-Episode: s12e19 The Future]

Donna and the Case of the Haunted Cabin by @whichstiel

Sheriff Donna Hanscum investigates reports of a haunting at an abandoned cabin on a remote lake in Minnesota. What should be a simple salt and burn turns out to be something far more dangerous. A full moon, a resident werewolf, and a cranky ghost make Donna’s first solo hunt a memorable one. Can Donna survive until sunrise?

Teen and Up. 5k words. (Complete)

[case fic, ghosts, werewolves, Donna Hanscum, Werewolf Kate]

Warnings: some discussion of suicide

Lost and Found by @terence-f

AU to episode 9x06 ‘Heaven Can’t Wait’. Castiel works at Gas-n-Sip, but he does not call Dean on the possible case. He carries on his daily routine as a sales associate, for now this is all he is capable of, and does not watch the news. He remembers he wasn’t welcome to join the Winchesters— and he does not feel like taking another attempt.

General Audiences. 20k words. (Complete)

[Castiel, Dean, Nora. Castiel’s POV, canon divergence, hurt/comfort]

No Trouble with Tribble by @babybluecas

Dean brings a new housemate to the Bunker. Spoiler: it’s a bunny.

General Audiences. 757 words. (Complete)

[Fluff]

Same by @spearywritesstuff 

When you feel like you’ve lost everything, sometimes all you have left is family.

Teen and Up. 3.6k words. (WIP Chapter 1 of 2 Posted)

[Angst, Temporary Char. Death]

Chained Down by @dreamsfromthebunker

Down in that basement, Sam decided he didn’t want to still be breathing when he finally left it.

Not if it meant a life without his brother.

Mature. 782 words. (Complete)

[Suicidal Thoughts; Episode: s12e02 Mamma Mia; Coda; Torture; Psychological Torture; Self-Loathing; Survivor Guilt; Hurt Sam Winchester]

By the Grace of God (series) by @theriverscribe

When Amara raises Mary Winchester to show her gratitude to Dean, Chuck takes a moment to give a gift to Sam. He intervenes after the gun goes off and offers the younger Winchester a chance for healing beyond the physical. Healing for a soul shredded and burned.

Using a piece of His own grace, God reforms Sam Winchester’s soul and body in order for Sam to properly process the traumas of the cage and beyond.

But the story of healing is beyond the ragtag family of misfits on Earth. What would happen if angels remembered what it meant to be angels? Heaven isn’t just a system that cares for souls. Heaven is a family. And both have been broken for a long time.

Rating: Teen. 195k words. (WIP) [hurt/comfort, trauma recovery, fledgling!Sam, adult mind/child body deaged Sam, Enochian, flock and family, Heaven, angels remembering what it means to be angels, healing the universe]

Warnings: anxiety/panic attacks, nightmares, swearing, canon-level violence (only in one story, and clearly marked) 

Darkness Cannot Drive Out Darkness, Only Light Can Do That by @youarentreadingthis

When Sam goes to Lucifer’s cage seeking help to stop The Darkness, he doesn’t get what he expects. Looking for a sword that sounds like it never existed is impossible, but Sam is still confident he has the power to defeat Amara. After all, what could go wrong? (Set in 11x09 O Brother, Where Art Thou)

Teen and Up. 3k words. (WIP)

The Wheel Has Come Full Circle by @hekate1308

After almost twenty-four months of non-stop fighting, they’d learned about the portal. The portal that could bring exactly one human back to their world.

Their home.

Without surprise, Crowley realized he would actually miss Mary. Post 12x23, fix-it.

General Audiences. 3k words. (Complete)

[Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post 12x23, Fix It]

Good Night, Little King by @justrandomspnstuff

At the age of six, Lucifer visits Sam, his future vessel.

Teen and Up. 1.5k words. (Complete)

[Dark, Scared Sam, Manipulative Lucifer, Protective Dean]

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4 Popular Designs of Sterling Silver Bracelets to Choose From

Silver has been regarded as a valuable metal since its first use in antiquity, and sterling silver bracelets have always been cherished by both males and females when it comes to adorning themselves. However, before delving into the 4 most popular designs of silver bracelets, let's take a quick look at what "sterling silver" is since this phrase is frequently misinterpreted. Sterling silver or standard silver is a mixture of 92.5% silver and 7.5% copper. This alloy is stronger than pure silver and consequently extends the life of the jewelry made of it. Many sterling silver pieces are covered with a meagrelayer of fine silver to lend them a glittery finish.

Sterling silver bracelets come with different designs like bangle or cuff, chain, link, and bracelets with charms or pendants. Each design has its own charm as well as its own kinds of buyers. If you plan to gift a silver bracelet to someone special, assess these designs and their intended customers underneath.

1. Silver bangle or cuff bracelets: These elegant bracelets come in both narrow and wide shapes and feature an opening on one side to slip it onto the wrist. You can also choose from designs, such as smooth, textured, painted, patterned, etc. These bracelets can be a refined gift choice for both men and women of any age. The rising popularity of bangle and cuff bracelets can be attributed to the fact that they allow for wearing several bracelets simultaneously and making a unique fashion statement.

2. Silver chain bracelets: It is possibly the most classic design that fits most clothes and is offered in the widest range. These chain-shaped bracelets can be converted into charm bracelets by adding some ornaments to the chain links or may simply be put on as a silver accent. They are a perfect gift option for many special occasions like engagement.

3. Silver link bracelets: These are firmly intertwined pieces that have anintricate structure, but are effortlessly crafted to remain evenly along the wrist. For men, a closely woven link bracelet that looks like chain armour is well accepted by numerous men.

4. Silver charm bracelets:Prevalent in nearly all metals, the affordability of sterling silver has however made these bracelets trendy as well worth collecting for buyers. These were in great demand in the middle part of the 20th century and have reinvented their popularity in recent times, particularly among the young generation.

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