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SHE CALLED HER ‘MARV’?????? SHE KISSED HER ON THE CHEEK????? VALCAROL STANS WON TONIGHT
#THEY LET THEM BE GAY#SLIGHTLY#BUT STILL#IM NOT OKAY#I NEED THEM TO INTERACT AGAIN#I NEED THEM TO KISS PROPERLY#the marvels#valcarol#captain marvel#carol danvers#valkyrie#the marvels spoilers
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I’d like to imagine Carol wants to ask Valkyrie out but is scared and nervous, even though she knows that Val likes her and wants to date her but like, she isn’t fully ready yet. Kamala would just be the wingman and help her out. Hopefully someday Carol gets the confidence to ask and I’m sure Valkyrie would happily say yes
#Kamala as the wingman#i would want to know silly interactions#marvel#the marvels#captain marvel#carol danvers#ms marvel#kamala khan#mcu#ms. marvel#king valkyrie#carol x valkyrie#valkyrie#valcarol
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Built a few years after the Collapse, the city of Yggdrasil was meant to be a haven, a refuge. A utopia, where everyone could find their place and be equals.
But that’s the thing with utopias and ideals; they don’t last very long.
Yggdrasil was barely 20 years old when the Magi Council rose above their human brethren, firmly splitting society in two: the magi on one side, who wield privilege like a sword, and the humans on the other, whose only privilege was to stay alive and quiet.
After all, how can you deny Magi what they want, when they are the only thing protecting you from what’s outside the walls?
You’ve been living in the Helheim district for almost as long as you can remember, raised amongst crooks, conmen and criminals all your life. While this hardly seems like ideal conditions to raise a child, it was better than having the Council find out your secret. Helheim was the best place for secrets. You knew it, your mother knew it, everyone in Yggdrasil knew it.
You’re an undeclared Magi. In a city where showing the barest hint of magic can get a child taken away from their parents and chain them forever to the Council of Magi, raising a child under the watching eyes of kingpins, thieves and prostitutes was a shield, an armor. The best protection love could offer.
Every day, you live on the edge of the razor. One wrong move and your life could be upended entirely. But when your mother is on the verge of losing her house, her business, her entire life to Greed, you can’t just sit there and watch it happen.
Being hired to steal the Eyes of The Watcher, the most precious gems in all of Yggdrasil, located right in the heart of the Council Chamber, didn’t seem like such a bad idea, at the time.
Genre
Post apocalyptic, urban fantasy, heist
Content Warning
The story will be 18+ for violence, potential sexual themes, explicit content and gore.
Fully customizable MC: name, gender identity, sexuality, appearance, personality and demeanor
Interact with a varied cast of NPCs
Shape your relationships with your fellow gang members, from lovers to platonic besties, all the while keeping in mind that they are all criminals and liars, just like you.
Experience the Nightmares™
Engage in highly illegal, highly dangerous activities, and maybe some light rebellion and overthrow of authority on the side
Polish your skills such as stealth, combat or knowledge, and discover more about your magic
Spend some time in the luxurious streets of Asgard and other delightful places such as a Helheim fighting ring, the city sewers or a defunct meat factory
Hallucinate?
Pet the cat
The selfish mercenary - Lònan [M, he/him]
Money is the only thing that matters to Lònan. He has made that very clear since the beginning. Obviously, he doesn’t seem to care that much about his own life, otherwise he would have found another way to make a fortune. One that doesn’t involve going into the heart of the enemy territory to steal the most valuable and well guarded artifact in town, for example. Just a thought.
The disgraced Magi - Yugō [M, he/him]
Magi have virtually everything they might want. Money, luxury, and an unending hoard of lackeys to cater to their every need. So you can’t help but wonder what might lead one of them to hide amongst the rats in the dark alleys of Helheim, and Yugo is not inclined to answer your questions.
The unwelcome guest - Halloran [M, he/him]
No one really knows who Halloran is or what he wants, but he seems to keep inviting himself in your dreams, taking great pleasure in playing with you and your sanity. Only he is a cat playing with a mouse, and you can only hope that he won’t eat you whole.
The estranged friend - Mavis [F, she/her]
Back in the time you lived in Midgard West, you and Mavis used to be friends, practically joined by the hip. While she remained as kind and gentle as you remember her, there is a hard edge to her eyes that wasn’t there before.
The mysterious outsider - Koyal [F, she/her]
A courier from outside of town, you’re not sure why she joined your ragtag group of criminals. Calm and quiet, she mostly keeps to herself, but you can’t help but feel her watchful gaze on you every time you have your back turned.
The disembodied voice - Morgane [F, she/her]
You’ve never met her in person, your only contacts with her being over the phone, as she gives instructions to you and the rest of the group. She seems to be the only one in direct relation with the person who hired you for some trivial B&E in the most secure facility in Yggdrasil.
Lònan/Yugō and Koyal/Halloran are potential poly routes.
TBA
This is my first IF and English is not my first language, so feel free to send any constructive criticisms and corrections my way.
This is very early development, so many things are subject to change as i work on the story
Asks are welcome and reblogs appreciated!
#interactive fiction#interactive game#interactive novel#IF#twine#twine game#cyoa#if wip#no demo#wip intro#twine story#twine if#wip#the valkyries saga
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maintenance
#enstars#ensemble stars#shu itsuki#itsuki shu#enstars screenshots#office interaction#I put the plushie there in hopes of shu picking it up yay#ahahahahaa#valkyrie enstars#shumika#< ???#idk
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No One:
Path Of the Valkyrie, entering the chat after 45 billion fucking years:
#romance club#romance club game#rc path of the valkyrie#rc potv#path of the valkyrie#rc#romance club updates#your story interactive#rc episode release schedule#rc episode schedule
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Nah this movie looks like wild fun i am looking forward to this
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Sketches I did on Magma while on call with a friend (If you see this 👋)
Spreading the Henrin agenda on Tumblr too cause I think people should get into their potential more…
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger karin#fear and hunger henryk#henryk x karin#henrin#fear and hunger valkyrie#idk how to tag this tbh#praying to the old gods that future interactions between karin and henryk will be positive
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before Amphitrite, you had two kids with Demeter, Arion and your daughter which no one knows her name
I suppose you are referring to my mythical daughter from Demeter called Desponia?
-Poseidon
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror poseidon#poseidon rp#snv poseidon#amphitrite#snv#record of ragnarok roleplay#record of ragnarok rp#ror#you really know mythology well so the interactions will be juicy
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they’ve established that kamala writes captain marvel fanfics; but, i wanna know: what’s her favorite to write? 👁️
personally, i think it’s self-insert + avenger!reader fics. but, after the events of the movie, she switched to captain marvel x valkyrie + royal!au + marriage-of-convenience!au, no doubt.
#third nebula#the marvels#kamala khan#ms marvel#carol danvers#captain marvel#//#my first assumption is purely based on how the movie introduced her#i can see her writing inspo/muse changing immediately after she saw carol & valkyrie interact#she def gives off the vibe that she writes angst for the sole purpose of making the fluff more worth it#honestly i need kamala to drop her username(s) so i can read her works
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!!!The Marvels spoilers!!!
The fact that Valkyrie was there? Even for just a second? And that she gave Carol a kiss? Even though it was just on her cheek?????? Fellow Valcarol shippers how we feeling
#sobbing#I was exploding in the cinema#like actually exploding from excitement#my friend was like are you okay#along with some people around us#they did this for the fans#they did this for us#cause Valkyrie and Carol have never had any interaction in the MCU#(okay yes technically in the Endgame battle but that doesn’t really count cause then you can count any interaction between anyone ever)#(and yes also in the comics but still)#so it’s a win#even though it’s not a win#honestly it was kinda queer baiting#but I’ll take all the crumbs#anyway#the marvels#the marvels spoilers#Carol Danvers#Kamala Khan#Monica Rambeau#captain marvel#ms marvel#marvel
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Valkyrie is sitting in her living room along with Jay, She is full term in her pregnancy and the baby is due any day now, she and Jay were excited, since they lived next door to Smith and Orchid, they were informed of the situation and ready to help Jay when he gives them the signal.
Valkyrie watched Jay as he is setting up a little bassinet for the baby.
"Jay? Are you sure you don't need my help?" She asked him.
"Na, I've got this." He smiled as he finished setting it up "So, what names have you picked for the baby~?" He asked Valkyrie...
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Wassup! How ya doin? So, I've been looking through your stuff, and honestly, DAMN you write good! If it's not too much, I'd like to request for ROR Buddha, Ares, Hermes, and Jack interacting with or having teatime with Marie Antoinette reader?
After reading her up as to what she was actually like, I'd like to think that after her death, she started leading a more modest lifestyle cause I like the idea of her becoming a cottage core girlie, but still maintaining some level of opulence from her life, like jewelry, or love of sweets.
That'd be all! Wish you the best!
A/N: Hello, I'm doing just fine today and thank you so much for asking and for the compliment!! I'm very passionate about my works and writings. 👀
Glady I will, it's never too much. I hope you're also doing fine and if not, please enjoy what I've got for you. Also did you draw that? It's stunning!!
I absolutely adore this idea you have for Marie Antoinette, 100℅ cottagecore girl!~ <3
Teatime with Marie Antoinette ☕🤍
➩ Marie Antoinette, adorned in a gown of shimmering silk and gold jewelry, sat gracefully at a marble table set with delicate porcelain teacups and dainty pastries. Across from her, sat an empty chair for whoever would want to join her.
And much to the woman's surprise, who was used to being alone in this afterlife because of her past, would be having some company after all, much to her delight!
➩ Reader type: Marie Antoinette!reader with Buddha, Ares, Hermes and Jack the ripper.
⚠: Mentions of past death, murders, past regrets & flashbacks, angst, jacks mommy issues!
Buddha:
The scent of blossoms hung heavy in the air and the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to the graceful Marie Antoinette, who found herself seated at a elegantly set tea table.
Opposite her sat Buddha, the enlightened one, who had joined her for tea, albeit for an unconventional reason.
Marie Antoinette, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected guest, regarded Buddha with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.
"Welcome, honored Buddha," she greeted, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
Buddha, his serene expression unchanged, offered a gentle smile.
"I have come for the pastries," he replied simply, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"But I am also curious to hear your story, Madame Antoinette."
Marie Antoinette's laughter bubbled forth like a sparkling stream, her mirth contagious in the tranquil garden.
"Well, Buddha," she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement, "you are in luck, for I have plenty of pastries to share, and a story to tell that is as rich as the treats before us."
As they indulged in the delectable pastries, their conversation flowed effortlessly, traversing the realms of history, philosophy, and the intricacies of human nature.
Despite their stark differences in background and beliefs, Marie Antoinette and Buddha found a surprising kinship in their shared appreciation for life's simple pleasures.
Buddha listened intently as Marie Antoinette regaled him with tales of her life as the Queen of France, her voice animated with passion and warmth.
From her extravagant balls and lavish feasts to the tumultuous political landscape that defined her reign, she painted a vivid portrait of a woman caught in the whirlwind of history.
"And what of you, Buddha?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"What led you to seek enlightenment and transcendence?"
Buddha's expression softened, his gaze turning inward as he reflected on his journey towards enlightenment.
"I sought to understand the nature of suffering and the path to liberation," he explained, his voice serene yet filled with compassion.
"In the pursuit of truth, I found a deeper understanding of the human condition and the interconnectedness of all beings."
Marie Antoinette nodded thoughtfully, her admiration for Buddha's wisdom evident in her eyes.
"A noble quest indeed," she remarked, her voice tinged with respect. "And yet, here we are, bound together by a shared love for pastries and the joy of good company."
Buddha had to let out a small chuckle, "Hah, indeed we are Madame, indeed we are."
Ares:
Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a gracefully adorned tea table, her delicate porcelain cup filled with fragrant brew.
Across from her sat Ares, the formidable god of war, his imposing presence softened by the ambiance of their setting.
Marie greeted Ares with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with charm. "Welcome, Lord Ares," she said graciously, extending a dainty hand in greeting.
"I am delighted to have your company for tea this evening."
Ares, his expression stoic yet tinged with uncertainty, returned the gesture with a curt nod.
He shook her hand as gently as he was able to, afraid to somehow hurt her. His hand was much bigger than hers after all and compared to her, he was a god.
"The pleasure is mine, Madame Antoinette," he replied, his voice gruff yet respectful.
"I must admit, tea is not something I am accustomed to, but I am willing to partake.."
As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette poured tea for both herself and Ares, her movements graceful and practiced.
Ares, however, found himself struggling with the delicate intricacies of tea etiquette, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the delicate teacup.
Marie Antoinette let out a small giggle behind her hand as she watched Ares' attempts, finding his earnestness endearing despite his lack of finesse.
"Fear not, Lord Ares," she reassured him, her voice laced with amusement.
"Tea drinking is an art form, but with a bit of guidance, I am certain you will master it in no time."
With patient encouragement, Marie Antoinette guided Ares through the proper technique of holding the teacup, lifting it with elegance, and sipping the tea with refined grace.
Though Ares initially struggled to emulate her poise, he soon found himself growing more accustomed to the ritual, his movements becoming smoother with each attempt.
As they conversed over tea, Marie Antoinette regaled Ares with tales of her life in the royal court of France, her anecdotes punctuated by laughter and animated gestures.
Ares listened intently, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and bemusement.
"And what of you, Lord Ares?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"What tales do you have to share from ancient Greece?"
Ares' expression softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"My tales are not ones of refinement and elegance. They're just not suitable for a fair lady such as you," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of determination in doing the proper thing he thought was best.
Even if it had sparked her curiosity and interest to hear what went out on the battlefield, Marie Antoinette simply just nodded and chuckled in return.
"Whatever you say Ares, if that is what you wish."
Hermes:
Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a beautifully adorned tea table, her porcelain cup filled with delicious warm tea.
Before her stood Hermes, the fleet-footed messenger of the gods, his presence exuding an air of elegance much like her own and efficiency.
Hermes, clad in his customary black suit and carrying a tray laden with delicacies, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.
"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk.
"I have come to attend to your needs as your humble bulter this evening."
Marie Antoinette smiled graciously, her eyes filled with appreciation.
"Oh thank you, Hermes," she replied, her voice soft and filled with a sincere warmth.
"But I would much prefer your company, if you would be so kind."
Hermes hesitated for a moment, unused to be offerd this by someone he saw as a guest to him and the other gods court.
But he found himself unable refuse the request of the gracious lady in front of him.
With a nod of acquiescence, he set down the tray and took a seat opposite Marie Antoinette, his demeanor composed yet curious.
As they began to engage in polite conversation, their words flowing effortlessly between them.
Despite their best efforts to maintain a sense of decorum, a sudden mishap occurred when Marie Antoinette inadvertently knocked over a delicate teacup, causing it to spill it's contents onto the table.
"Pardon me, sir," Marie Antoinette exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I did not do that on purpose!"
Hermes' expression softened with recognition as he realized the significance of her words.
Those were her last words before she was executed.
"No need to apologize, Madame Antoinette," he replied gently, his voice tinged with sympathy as he took out a napkin from his pocket.
"Its okay for even those of high statuses to make mistakes and be a bit clumsy."
Marie Antoinette nodded but quickly grew quiet, her thoughts drifting back to the events of her mortal life, to the past tumultuous moments leading up to her untimely demise.
Yet, despite the weight of her memories haunting her, she found solace in Hermes' understanding gaze, his silent support a balm to her troubled soul.
"I apologize for my words, Madame Antoinette but I'm being truthful." Hermes spoke once more, his eyes filled with compassion.
"I did not mean to cause you so much distress."
"How did you- doesn't matter.."
Marie Antoinette shook her head, offering him a gentle smile. She wasn't sure how Hermes was able to tell something was off about her.
Was it because he was a divine being or because it was so obvious? Either way it didn't matter.
"It is quite all right, Hermes. You haven't..i just had to remember something." she replied, her voice filled with forgiveness.
"In fact, I am grateful for your understanding. You're right, even I can make mistakes."
"Exactly, now let me clean this up for us so we can continue this splendid tea party, hm~"
Jack the ripper:
In the serene gardens of the afterlife, Marie Antoinette sat gracefully at a finely set tea table, her porcelain cup filled with warm tea, her mind lost in contemplation.
Suddenly, she sensed a presence approaching, and to her surprise, Jack the Ripper emerged from the shadows, his demeanor creepy yet strangely intriguing.
Jack, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.
"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice a low murmur, "I hope you do not mind if I join you for tea. After all, who am I to resist such a grand offer?"
Marie Antoinette, though taken aback by the unexpected company, of such a known killer gestured graciously for Jack to take a seat.
"Of course, Monsieur Ripper, who am I to dismiss some company!" she replied, her voice composed yet tinged with curiosity.
"I welcome you, unlike most here.." She sighs, recalling how many had been very cold towards him.
Though who were they to blame for having murdered innocent women.
As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette and Jack engaged in polite conversations at first, their words dancing between until it slowly took a deep turn.
Jack, ever the enigma, shared tales of his past, his voice tinged with a mixture of remorse and defiance.
Marie Antoinette listened intently, her heart heavy with empathy for the man shrouded in darkness.
Yet she still had to think about his poor victims and how it could've all been avoided if Jack's mother hadn't snapped, same went for the bearded man himself.
"And what of you, Madame Antoinette?" Jack inquired, his gaze piercing yet strangely gentle.
"How did you find yourself in the halls of the afterlife?"
Marie Antoinette's expression softened as she recounted the events of her mortal life, from her rise as the Queen of France to her tragic demise at the hands of the revolutionaries.
She usually wouldn't have shared such memories with someone, for it haunted her so deeply til this day.
But knowing Jack hadn't been any better than her when he was alive, she felt like she could speak of the trials and tribulations she faced, her voice filled with hidden sorrow.
As their conversation delved deeper into the intricacies of their pasts, Marie Antoinette and Jack found themselves bound by a shared understanding of the burdens they bore.
Even with the vast chasm that separated them in life, they discovered a common thread of humanity that transcended the boundaries of time and circumstance.
Suddenly, amidst their conversation, a faint sound echoed through the garden, the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.
Marie Antoinette's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see her beloved child, running towards her with arms outstretched.
"Mama!" the child cried, tears streaming down their cheeks, seeking solace in their mother's embrace.
Marie Antoinette's eyes brimmed with tears as she enveloped her child in a warm embrace, her heart overflowing with love for her youngling.
"Oh darling what are you doing here?!"
As she glanced up at Jack, she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a glimpse of the vulnerability that lurked beneath his hardened exterior.
Jack watched the tender scene unfold before him, a bittersweet smile playing upon his lips. In that moment, he saw himself reflected in the child's tears, a lost soul seeking comfort in the arms of their mother.
"Well aren't they a adorable little one~"
#writing#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#interactions.#ror buddha#snv buddha#ror ares#snv ares#ror hermes#snv hermes#ror jack the ripper#snv jack the ripper#marie antoinette#angst#heavy angst
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God I love fanfiction. I love my silly little characters and their silly little stories and my silly little brain that says, "Yes. This shall be a plot point. Go WILD!"
What I don't love is my silly little hyperfixation that has me typing in the bathtub, but honestly... what can you do?
#ao3#carol danvers#the marvels#valcarol#kamala khan#king valkyrie#I love that I can make them interact anyway I want#and nobody can stop me#vet med who#maybe i'll just write gay things forever and spay and neuter on the side
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@theriddleman
"hello again, handsome." valkyrie taunted as she approached. "i thought i would come and see if you were up for a little sparring? or just... a spot of lunch?" she questioned. valkyrie could do with a distraction. to ease her worry for thor, to distract herself from the feelings strengthening for carol. "i could do with some good company and you most certainly are that! you're a pretty fun person to hang out with." a pretty good compliment coming from val.
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↪ closed for @brckensociety
"i'm aware that we can't be together officially, but isn't it fun to have a secret?" low voice with a hint of mischief laces in, deep smirk forming across his lips. "something that's strictly just between us." dangerous territory that he was stepping into, but he didn't care. jett was always one to put risks into things and to him he believes that valkyrie was worth it.
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Open Starter : Walking in on the girls [ Male/Female/Futa ]
It had been a long day and all of the girls had walked in the locker room to change. When they all heard a noise, and turned their attention to your muse. Who had just entered the room. “Oh are you lost?” Pyrrha decided to ask, while Nora snickered and grinned at your muse. “They knew what they were doing, came to look at the girls of Beacon.” She teased as most of the girls were already in the underwear and changing out of them as well.
#[ Muse : Nora Valkyrie ]#[ Muse : Pyrrha Nikos ]#[ Muse : Velvet Scarlatina ]#[ Muse : Neopolitan ]#[ Open Starter ]#[ Read Rules Before Interacting ]#[ That's Another Chapter Closed ( Archived ) ]#[ DNR ( Do Not Reply ) ]
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