FANDOM: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

CHARACTERS: Thor, Poseidon, Hades, Beelzebub, Heracles, Apollo, Leonidas

TW: NSFW 18+ Minors do not interact, fem. Reader, thigh riding, humping, degrading, praise kink, size kink, dominant males, played off as a one night stand (Leonidas & Apollo), pussy eating

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Thor

Thor, who finally placed down his hammer somewhere and found something thrilling in his life that wasn't from battles and endless bloodshed. He was, not visibly, very intrigued by this wish of yours.

[Sorry if this is a little inaccurate? I have no idea when i wrote this this was so long ago. Pretty sure this was after i saw the panel where Thor smiles when humanity wins for the first time]

-The God of Thunder who’s slowly warming up to humanity and CANNOT admit it to anyone and himself.

-After his fight with Lu Bü, he had his whole change-of-heart moment and everything, yes.

-But generational pride stops him from ever getting too close.

-And lets bsfr, even if he was brave enough to be close to someone, he wouldn’t exactly be used to it. A life of being the strongest didn’t exactly help with development of a social life.

-But I feel that if he’d fall, he’d most likely start out with small acts of service, then move on to gifts and quality time.

-It started after his match, when he was walking to the infirmary.

-He noticed you…trailing him. Little mortal weirdo.

-But you slowly entered the room after him and asked if you could see Mjölnir.

-He raised an eyebrow, but slowly tilted its handle towards you to give you a better view.

-You slowly reached out to touch it. Thor watched you closely.

-Your hands traced the markings on it and you asked questions in a soft, steady voice. Purposeful.

-He liked that.

-Before you left, he stopped you and asked your name (insanely surprising, I know)

-He told himself it was for safety purposes yk. Like in case you were doing shady shit, became his enemy and he’d have to off you.

-It wouldnt be hard at all, you mortal.

-In reality, you stole metal from the gods’ side of Asgard and welded your own weapons from them.

-For the Valkyries, you were a lifesaver. Now they didnt have to put theirs on the line for the sake of humankind anymore. You were more than happy to help, of course.

-Back when you were alive, you were amazingly known for incorporating technology into all your works, making your weapons effective and efficient. They were treated like the gold of the Aztecs down on Earth.

-But one day, while you gathered pieces of old weapons from the gods’ version of a junkyard, Thor caught you. It was a pile of his broken, rejected things.

-You apologised quickly to him, and explained yourself the best you could in the presence of the God of Thunder.

-He stopped you. Ramblings of a mortal were always pathetic to him.

-The firm look on his face told you he wouldn’t tell on you. But he needed something in return.

-He broke another weapon. And he needed an extra pair of hands to help him mend.

-Naturally, you agreed. Now you welded weapons for the God of Thunder and humankind’s heroes.

[Pre-Relationship]

-Thor and you grew…close??? Could that even describe the fact that you were a speck of dust that he kept around?

-He still ignored you for the most part, unless it was completely necessary to talk to you.

-But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice things about you.

-Like your little quirks, your hobbies, your skills.

-It was all so foreign to him. So human.

-It wasn’t decided yet whether that was a good thing or not.

-Like the fact that you still look at him like how you looked at the sun. Like it would burn your eyes. But to be fair, he was much taller than you and practically oozed a gold-like aura.

-All your small flaws always reminded him of what you are. Human. He, like the other ethereal beings didnt have the best relationship with your kind. I mean, Ragnarok happened for a reason.

-Humans are greedy, selfish little evolved apes. A known fact among the immortals.

-Yet you made him question that ideology.

-He noticed how small, simple things would make you happy. Like food, books, art.

-There was a certain…spark in the way you looked like you enjoyed what you did that made him question truly whether all the gods were doing was right.

-Occasionally, he would wonder. Wonder how you could be so joyful and enthusiastic about things from your old life.

-A life is so short. How could you have been content with everything you achieved when you clearly didn’t achieve all your goals? How does one even manage to get attached to something that seemed like the equivalence of a year for his kind?

-On an evening where he felt a little adventurous, he asked you so. You smiled and replied easily, “Why would I dwell on the things I dont have when there is so much I already hold?”

-That made him even more confused. Does that mean you were settling for less? Did you not have an ounce of determination?? Or does that mean that your goals would just change? If so, were they really goals or just mere fantasies?? Then, what exactly did you strive for? *What do humans strive for?*

-Despite that, he knew he would eventually understand. You were just…a complicated creature.

-He had to admit, there was a certain creativity you incorporated into his weapons that he hadn’t seen in his other welders.

-The patterns felt artistic, opening him up to new emotions when he did talk to his weapons (which was a lot)

-You were expressive. After all, he had seen your works a few times.

-He had stared at a painting of the sunrise across the ocean, a storm on the horizon for the longest time.

-You stepped in, and explained to him what it was. A piece that represented the unpredictability of life. Yet, the contentment that laid within.

-He looked down at you. You smiled back. “…I strive for different things in my life. And every one left me on another path. But I never came back empty handed.”

-Thor stared at you for the longest time after that. He never looked at you nor your paintings the same again.

-Whatever the hell was going on with his mind seriously fucked with his normalcy.

-He couldnt go an hour without subtly brushing past you or staring at you while you worked (in a not-so-subtle way)

-Eventually, he cornered you somewhere. “…What do humans think love is?”

-You were taken aback, but assumed things were going on in his life that he wouldn’t EVER talk about in detail.

-Then moments later, he blurted out: “Hm. I was right. I am…in love with you.” (words sputtered out firmly but with like an hour’s pause between each one).

-You smiled and returned his feelings, followed by his nonchalant hum in response.

-But his heart was beating in his throat when you held his hand.

[Dating<333]

-He wouldnt know love if it smacked him in the face with his own hammer.

-He is indifferent to all affection, but slowly begins accepting it

-The gods and goddesses aren’t exactly known to have amazing marriages//love stories.

-Because they are his only example, love has never been something they worked towards. Something they felt.

-It wasnt anything they regarded as special or beautiful. Just something that kind of happened

-Even most marriages he knew were marriages of convenience.

-So loving you is a struggle. But a struggle he was willing to go through.

-He leaves you alone a lot. You thought (at first) that it was because he didnt want to get affectionate.

-After much courage, you asked him why he was still so distant.

-“…I hear…that humans get..overwhelmed by new changes. Scaring you is not my intention.”

-Safe to say that after that, you began willingly spending more time with him.

-He also watched Ragnarok matches with you, and explains what techniques are being used by the gods while you tell him each humans’ backstory (hope your world history is good)

-If you havent guessed, yes, his love language is quality time.

-There is something about letting someone into his personal bubble and not feeling weird about it that touches his heart.

-He does not do acts of service (hes a lil warrior prince who will most certainly kill for you though)

-Physical touches takes him a while to get used to. Eventually, he’ll be alright, but never make the first move (unless…yk).

-Sometimes, he watches you weld his weapons, just to see the process of your creative flow (its new to him) and also give you pointers and criticism.

-He does love cuddle time. Really.

-You’re super warm but he’s too big for your bed so his place it is.

-Before you know it, you’ve moved most of your treasured things in and is already thinking about the future.

-“Half-gods were certainly not unheard of”, was one of Thor’s late night thoughts after sparring.

-His first sign that this was getting serious. He was thinking about kids with you now. (He panicked and his brain kind of spiralled when he thought of marriage with you. Especially a big one, inviting all the other gods and stuff. His reputation as a warrior would literally die)

Featuring: Tesla, Apollo, Qin, and Thor ( part 1 )

You can also read Part 2 and part 3 for more characters

CW: mostly fluff and jealousy. Yandere tendencies with some of them

Tesla

He came home from a long day of work expecting you to be asleep but he noticed you on the couch reading a book. “Why are you awake? You didn’t have to wait for me.” He was right, it was nearly midnight while you waited for him.

He was very into his research and his passion for science sometimes made you question your insanity as to why you fell for this man if science was more important than you— his partner.

“Oh, I did? I guess I was too into this book. Also, thanks for the flowers hun.” You walked over to him and raised your toes to kiss him on his nose. He looked at you with confusion. Flowers? He didn’t get you flowers.

“Flowers? I didn’t get you any,” he felt bad when he saw the large bouquet on the table. Did someone give these to you? An unknown feeling formed in his chest.

Quickly he walked over to it and grabbed them tossing them in the trash. “Hey! Why did you do that?!” You shouted angrily but he stopped you from taking them out of the trash.

“We’ll plant a whole garden of roses, besides…” he grabbed your waist.

“I prefer if other men didn’t give you such things when I am the only one that has that privilege,” he kept you close while your heart was racing in your chest. A whole garden? You liked the sound of that instead.

Apollo

He noticed it right away. The new necklace that you were wearing. “This is new.” He lifted the chain up with one finger, but he knew it was a stupid question. You most likely found it in the pile of jewelry he has given you over the years.

You were dumbfounded at first and looked down at the necklace. “One of your followers… he— he gave it to me as a gift,” you stuttered. There was a long pause between you two before he clipped the necklace off.

Apollo didn’t like the idea of another giving you luxury things. He was trying to keep calm but he laughed while holding the necklace in between a few of his fingers while holding it up over his head.

“A cheap thing like this? I could give you anything you want," Apollo pulled you closer to him with his arms tugging around your small body. You knew you were trapped with him and he wouldn’t let go. Was he afraid that someone would steal you away from him? Nobody could steal you away from him. More so you used to be jealous of his herd of women and used to ignore him. He took more interest in you than the other way around in the beginning.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I— I won’t accept any more gifts from your followers.” Apollo liked hearing that as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

With you being his only beloved, he would be the only one to give you things. Was he jealous? He wouldn’t admit if he was. He believed that jealousy was a disgusting trait and nothing beautiful about it.

With you in his arms, he deeply sighed dramatically. “Now my dear, go put on something nice that was from me this time.” his lips were near your ears as his breath tickled down your spine. Without any hesitation, you nodded happily to your beloved before retreating to go back to your shared room.

Qin Shi Huang

You knew Qin as a child because of your affiliation with Chun Yan who introduced you two. You were treated like a daughter to her but she wasn’t your biological mother. You treated Ying as everyone else and not some creepy kid that everyone thought he was. Over time this made him fall for you and ask you to stay with him even after Chun Yan died.

Fast forward to the present as Qin Shi Huang— also known as Ying Zheng became king as he promised to Chun Yan. You still were by his side even when other nobles offered their daughters to him as concubines or an arranged marriage, he dismissed them all. Normally jealousy filled you and you thought there was no chance for a commoner like you could be his empress.

As you wandered the halls of his palace, you ran into one of the young maids who told you she had something for you. It was a very fine patterned robe that only nobles were granted to wear. “I can’t wear this, it’s forbidden for someone like me to—” she cut you off by telling you that it was fine and Qin said so. Qin?! Were you going to believe her? Did she have some ulterior motive? You reluctantly tried it on. It was dark red with flowers on it. The maid wasn’t around which was odd. Your former clothes were gone as well. Huh?!

You found the main hall looking for your room to possibly change, but Qin noticed you even with his blindfold on. Thank god he can’t see you with the noble robe on, right? “There you are, you had me worried for a minute.” He grabbed your arm but that was a mistake. He felt the expensive silk of the robe. The sleeves were long so of course he knew what kind of material you were wearing.

“Oh? It’s not like you to be wearing such a thing.” He chuckled before a smile appeared on his lips. He wasn’t mad?!

“Your maid told me to wear it and said that you were fine with it, but she left and took my clothes…” you frowned but Qin was more upset that someone was trying to get you in trouble. He could never get mad at you. You were too pure and kind. You had accepted him for who he is and stood by his side.

“Now tell me who it was, I’ll make sure she’ll get punished later.” You wanted to object but you can’t because he was your king. You nodded and felt bad that the maid would most likely lose her job. He still held onto you even though you were shaking a bit. He told you to wear more of those robes since they look good on you. Even just hearing him say that brought a bubbly feeling in your heart.

Thor

You were again stuck inside the Asgard palace bored again… The entire city was nearly destroyed by titans and many civilians were rebuilding their homes and businesses. You looked out of the window and spotted Forseti talking to a few of the officials. You loathed the man, he didn’t do anything during the invasion and only worried about Thor.

A knock was heard from your room, you had expected that Thor had returned but then you remembered he doesn’t knock. You grumbled a lowly come in and of course, Loki was at the door looking smug than ever. “The hell do you want?” You frowned, why would you ever be so hopeful that Thor would free his time up for you? You two weren’t even married either but acted like it. Odin had tried to forbid any relationship between you two, but Thor didn’t obey that order.

“Why so snarky? I just wanted to come to check up on my future sis-in-law,” he mocks that last part since the marriage thing was off the table. You didn’t say anything. Was he here to try to make you angry?

He quickly changed the subject and pulled out a small doll he made. “I made this, it does look like you, right? Here take it,” he put it next to you. It sort of creeped you out but you kept quiet. Were you terrified? Maybe.

“Why are you making voodoo dolls?” You detested the plushie and hoped Thor would come back sooner.

“Who said it was for that kind of sorcery? It’s just a gift! I swear!” Loki was faking his emotions while you quietly mumbled ‘whatever’ and reluctantly accepted it while holding the doll as he took his leave. What a weird guy…

Hours had passed by as you fell asleep on the couch but you had awoken to someone moving you. “You’re back?” You looked up to see Thor holding you with both of his arms. His expression wasn’t calm like usual. He seemed irritated. Did something happen?

“Mhm…” he was quiet but you saw how different his expressions were than usual.

“He came here when I was gone,” he grabbed the doll that was next to you squeezing it so hard that the head of the doll popped off. How his cousin was gifting you such things. Creepy things. Thor wanted to beat sense to him but held back his anger.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what he would do if I rejected it.” You frowned but Thor's left hand touched your cheek as you stared up at him. He genuinely smiled.

“He won’t hurt you… I’ll make sure of it.” The reassurance you wanted the most as you buried your face in his chest. You just wanted his comfort and nothing else.

If any of you saw this one it means that I'm starting to take request randomly from my inbox so congratulations to the one who requested this you got this first~ probably because I got an idea on what to write~

ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

It all happened at 'love at first sight'. You were a human. Just a normal human. You like to study about the sea. You love the animals there.

Sure♥️ this is so cute. Loki is honestly such a cutie patootie guys

Pairings : Loki × Reader

You were out for a stroll and suddenly came across a super cute animal. Unbeknownst to you, this adorable creature was actually Loki who you coincidentally stumbled upon. Great, you took him with you after deluding yourself into believing you couldn't just leave him there so that's that. He was certain he'd find a way to sneak off, but later realized he had caught feelings.

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Softie🐇

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"Where might lord Loki be?"

"I was sure he was here a while ago! Lord Odin won't be pleased about this..."

A few servants came, tasked to look for none other than Loki. He was far from interested though. how many times do they have to hold meetings for? Can't they just make a group chat or something? That would be less of a hassle, they just have to make it fancy. Sneaking off from an important meeting and possibly a few duties to take care off, Loki was more interested in having some fun. What better way than to explore a bit? Maybe eavesdropping for some gossip from other deities about the most recent affairs and cheating scandals happening, ooor maybe stalking Brunhilde for a bit. Both sound evenly tempting.

Request by Anon!

Genre: Angst.

Relationship: Neutral.

“The next contender who shall be opposing against the formidable strength of Shiva/Poseidon/Hades/Thor/Zerofuku, is none other than, [Name], the small force that sent the world into a quake with her brilliance!”

The clamour that roared through the area is steadily halted as the opponent steps into the light, being replaced by confused shouts and sneers as the small child looks around her. “Remain calm, young one.” Her chosen Valkyrie, Timora, reassures, rubbing her shoulder. [Name]’s eyes fall upon her rival, who seems to have halted slightly in his might.

Shiva

“A child?” Shiva whispers, confused as he looks to Heimdall, who sets himself upright with a shrug. “Beware underrating them.” Heimdall states with a slight chuckle, twirling his Gjallarhorn. Shiva briefly looks to his wives, who halt their cheers with slightly worried glances to one another and him.

“Shiva…god of destruction and greatest brawler of the Indian Pantheon.” [Name] looks up at him, slightly narrowing her eyes as she observes him. “That’s me. What’s a child like you doing here?” Shiva asks, looking down at her with a frown.

“I’m representing humanity, obviously.”

“Ha, that’s ridiculous!”

“Well, let’s see who’s ridiculous after this.” [Name] throws her weapon towards him, who easily dodges.

Sobs are evident within Nifelhel as the noises pour out of the child’s mouth. Across them, Shiva’s body weakens with strain forced out of it with every minute that passes. His severed arm aches and blood seeps out of the multiple wounds acquired from the fight. [Name] clutches onto her arm, where burnt clothing and flesh mix in an aching blend.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” [Name] looks to Timora, her Valkyrie, who wraps her arms around her with a pained smile. “I don’t know why I can’t even look at him. He must be hurting and there’s nothing I can do about it. I had to.” She speaks from

“Congratulations. You are a formidable fighter.” Shiva praises, laughing slightly at the irony before stopping to rub his aching rib. He falls to the ground to get his parting bearings together, and [Name] runs to him, despite her shame. “There must be something I can do, Timora! How can I allow him to remain like this?!” Her hands are stained with blood as she looks for critical points to tend to.

[Name]’s arm is grasped by Shiva, who slowly shakes his head pitifully. “I’m afraid you’ve won, [Name].”

“I’m sorry.” [Name] sighs, wiping her eyes as the man begins to disintegrate.

Hades

There’s much that the fearsome man has seen in his life, from a countless amount of warriors who fought for their beliefs to revelations that last centuries.

However, he did not expect to have a child in front of him, eyes fileld with determination and chest puffed when Heimdall introduces them them.

“A…child?” His eyes narrow, turning to Heimdall with a glare. “It’s fair, Sir. Trust me on this.” Heimdall sputters, spooked as he furthers away from him.

“I won’t tolerate being underrated.” [Name] straightens her weapon, aiming sharply at him. Hades is quick to catch onto her experience, her arms and feet angled in the manner of an experienced warrior.

“This is ridiculous. I am not battling a child.” The man thinly dodges the force [Name] throws at him, intensifying on their role as an opponent with every push.

“I certainly am not treating you with the respect of one!” [Name] backtracks as Hades gains his ground, swiping his bindet across the air to push the child back. “This is not a playground. You will get hurt.”

“Worry for yourself, God of the Underworld.”

Hades groans, pain filling his senses as his body actively fights the urge to tumble over. In his failure, his head meets with a soft body instead of the hard ground, and hs eyes loom upwards to look at the impeding figure. A tear falls onto his face, and he’s met with the expression of a guilty contender.

“I didn’t think I’d feel like this.” The young child starts out, her voiced pitched and a sob is shaken out of her. Her Valkyrie remains silent, rubbing her back with a sorrowful glance at her. It is shared to Hades, who looks away.

“Your technique… is impressive. It seems to have taken inspiration from the previous fighters.” [Name] chuckles painfully at that, smiling slightly. “Was it too obvious?”

“With your adaptation of them, the fighters themselves may have caught on to them.” Hades responds, smiling slightly at the young being. His eyes skim over the injuries he impacted onto the young child, and a tinge of guilt strikes him. “Those injuries will heal.” He states, looking at a particular burn mark infused into the child’s attire. “You were a formidable fighter.” Hades states as he begins to fade away, directing a smile at the child with his hand outstretched. [Name] accepts the handshake, skin tingling when the sparks reach the organ. “Thank you.”

Poseidon

“Hmph.” The man starts, looking down on the child who maintains a blank look at him. “This is a child. Humanity has no other worthy contender? Typical.”

“I’m a match for you, Poseidon.” [Name] remarks, glaring at the man while preparing her weapon. Poseidon seethes in response, bringing his trident into the light. “I will not allow such remarks from a puny human.” For a moment, Poseidon glances at his brother, who nods.

“You’re too sure of yourself.” [Name] remarks, scouting around him for assessment.

He blasts the trident’s power toward [Name], and she thinly dodges it with a gasp. “Amazing!” She aims her weapon at Poseidon’s side, slightly grazing him. He looks down at the evident tear on his cloth and huffs. “Juvenile.”

Ache fills Posideon as he lies on the ground utterly defeated. His dismembered hands pour out blood rapidly and cover the floor.

A distance away from him, [Name] breathes heavily, simmering the rush of the battlefield. She looks at him and her eyes water. Poseidon, hears the child’s sobs and scoffs with a glare directed towards them. “What ails you, child? Isn’t this what you wanted?” [Name] looks at him pitifully, rubbing snot with her hand, to their collective disgust.

“I just don’t want anyone to die.” She admits, still maintaining her distance despite the urge to move closer and provide a solace of sorts.

“You shall be cursed for this.” Poseidon responds bitterly, but beacons [Name] closer. She hesitates for a moment, but she moves a little closer to the man, not being within his possible reach. The blood she steps on encourages nausea, but she holds it in.

“I don’t believe that humanity will win, less at the hands of you. But, at the very least, present yourself well in your other battles. No one tolerates a slobbering fiend.” Poseidon seethes as he begins to fade away. The last sight of him [Name] sees is the contempt on his face.

Thor

“Hmm…” The god looks across the arena, eyes lowered upon the child who looks up at him, hands gripping air idly.

“A child?” Thor turns to Heimdall, who furthers the distance between them. “Do not fret, god. They are a worthy competitor.”

“The Norse god himself… I’ve heard of myths.” [Name] says, shifting to a stance as did he. “You’re quite proactive.” She states, scanning his movements and Mjölnir when it begins to flash sparks. She clutches onto her weapon, as a response.

“I don’t base myself on presumptions.”

“Good.”

“Ugh…” [Name] groans, and looks across her from the wet ground. In the distance lies Thor, beaten down with blood splaying around him. Mjölnir’s to his side, fading sparks evident.

“You put in good effort.” He starts, straining his eyes to look at the young warrior who forcefully turns their head to him. “I’m down.”

“No…” Thor hears a loud sob with slight sniffles. “I’m severely injured and you’re about to die. It shouldn’t be like this.”

The wails increase, and Thor feels a tinge of pity. “No need to cry about it. We all knew what we fought for.” He responds as he begins fading away, to [Name]’s dismay. “Perhaps you should have been a warrior in Asgard.” [Name] bitterly laughs at that. “I’m not one to wish damnation on Humanity.” Thor huffs and chuckles in response.

Timora gently lifts her into her arms, careful not to injure her. She uses her abilities to provide slight relief, and calms when the wounds start to close. “I wish I didn’t have to end like this. I won, but I’m not thrilled.”

“Take some pride in it. You are a formidable fighter.” [Name] sobs into her Valkyrie's chest when he fades into nothingness.

Zerofuku

“Hmm…”

Zerofuku observes the child across him, determination on her eyes, and her weapon to her side. It fills him with a feeling long lost when their eyes meet, and a tinge of horror flows through him.

“There has to be a better competitor. I will not battle a child.” He states, stomping his feet slightly and thrusts his hammer into the ground. Gasps and small jeers are heard around him, but he remains still in his decision. “It’s quite pathetic.” Zero glares at [Name], who glares back with her weapon pointed at him. “Do not underestimate me.” The weapon is thrown, and tears through Zero’s cloth, narrowly missing his skin.

“How dare you—!” Zero starts, but is quickly shut down by a push of his legs to the ground. He jumps up quickly, and uses his hammer to quickly block off another shove. “Damn it! You’ll pay for that!

“You should appreciate yourself more.” [Name] says from the distance, exhausted as her low eyes scan his dishevelled and scarred form. The slight sniffles she hears are enough to stir some within her.

“I’m so… sorry.” Zerofuku apologises, snivelling with his back turned to her as he knelt. His whimpers are evident, and sync with hers as she sobs. He feels a warmth behind him and looks down after the tiny hands on his stomach that clutch onto him. “It’s okay. I certainly didn’t provide you with room to make any other choice.”

“You’re misguided, but not a terrible individual. I… noticed that you didn’t aim to kill when you had a chance to with the Storm Form of your axe.” [Name] says, and Zerofuku stills. “You are really intelligent.”

“I know.” The young child softly smiles through tears at her Valkyrie, who lightly pokes her cheek and pats her with a handkerchief. Zerofuku turns to look at her, and tightly hugs her.

“You did so well, [Name].” Zerofuku smiles at her, parting to brush off her tears as he begins to fade away. “Stay here. You’re better now.” [Name] pleads, tightly clutching onto his hand, but the fading spreads to it.

“I hope you find happiness.” [Name] clutches onto Timora, who lifts her into her arms as they watch him fade.

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@ and all the other fans i forgot to tag

ROR ACTOR AU #2!!!

Honestly, dunno if anyone can tell but I actually suck at drawing guys * I just feel more comfy drawing girls, 'tis the bane of the artist that grew up only drawing women.

Anyways—

• Lu Bu and Thor's actors are gym bros. They arm wrestle in the set. It's a Thing, I don't make the rules *

• I couldn't decide whether to give actor! Apollo short or long hair so I did both, I'll upload the short hair version under this.

• Apollo's actor is the typical super extrovert but he's actually got a lot of EQ and social skillz so he comes across as charming instead of a jackass— which is the only reason why he somehow became friends with Leonidas' despite being like a decade his junior and wholly different life experiences

• Simo and Anubis somehow became friends and no one knows how or when. Just accept it.

• Aphrodite's actress' probably got like the demon back muscles or something *

• Brunhilde doll may or may not be haunted... We won't know until Loki is killed in a mysterious way or not.

That's it for now.

I know I have whole lotta people missing (R6 fighter, Sasaki, Qin, R4, for example) but there's honestly too many characters I'm realizing * I'll do them when I can, I honestly just draw whatever I feel inspired to.

Seeya!!