#⸭building up.| einar

[shajaah]

ooc. random thoughts about ocs

einar, maybe the worst tongue twister player, is a solid contender for staring contest. bro can stare into your soul if it means he will win. (ngl also to judge you.)

einar takes his creations seriously. if he makes tiny sculptures of wood then each of them gets a name. they may sound silly at times but you can't mix with Corporal Whiskers or Adjunct Paws and others.

feiruz had a hard to please grandmother. she is the one why feiruz knows how to cook, sew and do other things neatly. even though fei had cousins and of course her own sisters, her grandmother would refuse their help and keep asking for fei to come and help around her house. at first, fei thought because of her weak personality that her grandmother keeps using her. turns out, granny saw more of herself in fei and wanted her to break this shy shell she put herself in. this is only known when she passed away and left a note for fei only. feiruz cried for a whole week having mixed feelings about her granny--should she be sad or relieved that there is no more extra work for her.

feiruz got good eye for color coordination and decoration. it is something she learned when she had to redo cleaning her grandmother house several times until she gave her the ok.

feiruz likes to sing!!!! she is not that good but not bad at the same time. all she needs is... no one to be around lmao. it takes a lot of her will power to sing in front of someone. however, for an odd reason she can sing normally in front of children.

jokull is curios about romance, love and affection so he reads about them. it hurts him that he might not be able to 'feel' someone but at least imagining it won't hurt him. basically, he is a big fan of s.houjo manga.

jokull may have a big body but due to his ever frosty condition, his muscles are not as flexible as someone his age, thus why he is always slow and his reaction speed is sloth like. though when push comes to shove, he will try to push through this and tough it out. which is also why if he does not find something to do, he is always napping here and there.

[sentofight]

MUSE BODY LANGUAGE

Einar Vilho

DEFENSIVENESS : arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION : open hands // upper body in sprinters position // leaning in closely // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy/relaxed posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up // shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent // closed gestures // clearing throat // “ whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION : short breaths // “ tsk ” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth / grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw / grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

tagged by: @unshackled-instinct (sankyuuu)

tagging: @dcviated (wywy?), @psychcdelica , @pieman1112 , @isaaccecilbryant , @kinships (setu!) , @apotelesmati (elli or xavier? or za twins????) , @foolshoujo , @amalanexus (honks at amon), @flovverworks (or gran~), @riftdancer (shane!!!!!!!!) , @juwul , and u~ steal it with style

[sheyshen]

Something I want to build on with vincent at some point is how much the years of being an adventurer has taken a toll on him. he spent so long just being angry at the world but as he gets closer and closer to carteneau he does start recognizing how reckless he's been and the mistakes he's made over the years. friendships (especially with layla and nhea) helping him get a little closer to how he used to be before finally stopping and trying to do better for himself when he loses his leg. and the fact that guilt has really solidified in him to still make him push himself in his healing rather than combat (though sometimes still pushing himself too far) and how the years of treating himself like a weapon have taken a toll on his mind (he has terrible nightmares that only a select few have been able to help him through it)

[satoruni]

₊˚ʚ♡ɞ˚₊ boss's daughter ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ˚₊ jealous!snake x reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, age gap, degradation, snake is kinda mean in this one, rough sex, unprotected sex

Snake seldom considered himself prone to anger, as most Norse men were. however, even he could not help the anger surging in him at the sight of you giggling so cutely with Einar at that old man's house. he struggled to suppress the urge to cut down Einar, managing to restrain himself.

You were a beautiful girl who had gotten plenty of attention from the men around the farm, especially from his own men who have not been with a woman for years. It shouldn't be a surprise to him that you spoke with everyone, because of your friendly nature. However, it ignited a fiery jealousy within him.

Since when did he get so sensitive? You seemed to have changed him in more ways than one. Whatever. He's going to punish you today for testing him.

That's how you found yourself on the table with your legs spread with your dress pulled up to show your tits while Snake pounds away into your quivering pussy.

"Snake-mmh!" you tried to keep your voice down. "They're going to hear us"

Your eyes were teary with embarrassment and mortification yet Snake had very little sympathy. It was evident by the way he went even faster, jolting your smaller body on the table. You shivered in arousal at the veins on his rough hands as they clutched your soft thighs to keep you in place from running away from his brutal fucking.

"You think I give a shit, keep quiet if it bothers you that much" he sneered down at you, flipping you around to rain down harsh spanks on your plump ass. You whined at this as he had a strong hand yet he only scoffed.

"Maybe your little friend, Einar would be happy to see you like this" he whispered in your ear, holding your face still. "Probably the closest thing he will have to you"

"No!" you squealed softly but you found yourself unable to speak further to justify yourself, your voice coming out strangled.

"Look at you" Snake smirked. "Already crying like a whore when I have yet to finish with you"

Snake gave you a tight slap on your pussy, making you jolt in surprise, whining. He could tell you were already so cock-drunk, wanting more and more of him. His large, rough palms smooth up and down over the soft skin of your belly.

"Do you feel me here?" Snake whispers to your cowering form as you held on for dear life on the table.

"Ye-yess, you're so deep!" you whimpered out, trying to meet his thrusts.

"Hey, I thought I told you to be quiet, you little slut" Snake scolds you harshly, gripping your hair tightly and setting a brutal pace. His well-defined hips slam into yours, making you squeal.

"Fuck, you're tight" he gritted out. "You know you really pissed me off today"

You looked up nervously and gulped at the increased pace of his cock hitting the sweet spots in your pussy. The harsh words he said weren't enough to distract you from the fact you were about to come apart in a matter of minutes.

"Are you gonna cry again?" Snake jeers mockingly. "I don't want to see another fucking tear on your pretty face, you fucking slut" He gripped you tighter, grinding your breasts together as he fucked faster. His breathing hitched as you writhed beneath him, arching your back in pleasure.

The pressure building within your lower abdomen increased, you could barely contain yourself now.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes!" you cried out weakly before your body convulses violently, writhing under the powerful stroke of his thick cock.

"Don't move" he muttered harshly into your neck, nipping lightly and licking around the mark. Then he continued pounding into your pussy until you screamed for mercy at last, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Come on, baby" Snake said hoarsely, grabbing your leg above your knee and pumping in long, steady strokes. He kissed you hard and fast with every stroke until you panted breathlessly and begged him for release.

Your whole body shuddered with orgasm, tears staining your cheeks as the waves of pleasure took over. Snake continued to pound your pussy with abandon, his thick shaft spurting with each powerful thrust and causing his cum to shoot across your thighs and stomach. He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, tickling you with his rough stubble. After taking several minutes to calm himself, he slid out of you gently and you collapsed against the cold table, panting softly with exhausted bliss.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Snake says gruffly, his face softening and giving you a sweet kiss which you eagerly returned. You let him carry your tired body back to his room, laying in bed after he had dried you both off thoroughly and tucked you under the blankets. You cuddled him, placing your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your locks to lull you to sleep.

"I only love you Snake" you whispered. "I promise I don't want anyone else" you stared up at him with those innocent and beguiling eyes of yours making him feel guilt but also a strange mixture of pride and love for making you feel this way about him.

Snake's heart clenched at the cute way you tried to assure him.

"I know that, my sweet girl," Snake said, kissing your forehead. "I love you more than anything else in the world"

[loviestyless]

Shadowed Starlight*

Summary: Odile Einar has one purpose: kill the fae king and prevent the prophecy from coming true. the only thing that stands in her way is their deep rooted history.

fantasy au! king harry x assassin oc

Warnings: murder, violence, blood, smut: dom!harry, thigh riding, choking, praise kink, breeding kink

The shrill echo of a sharpened sword dragging against concrete announced the arrival of the lone warrior, stirring the ripples of shadows curling through the throne room and fuelling the whispers of terror warning her not to venture further. Night followed in her wake as her bloodied weapon etched stars in the dark, marbled floor of the building built off nightmares, the very essence of her power rolling off her body as rage coursed through her bloodstream at the sight of the figure sat atop his throne. Waiting.

Dark stories of the High Fae surrounded the golden throne, the ornate and intricate paintings shone through the shadows - depicting the cruel suffering his ancestors had inflicted upon the unfortunate common folk of Eroda. Every war, every rebellion and every battle for power the royal bloodline had successfully won filled all four walls of the gigantic room - embellished with gold to serve as a reminder to the unfortunate souls unlucky enough to kneel before the king that they never stood a chance.

The Fae King draped himself casually atop the ancient throne, his shadows humming through the walls, clawing at their invisible shackles in an attempt to strangle the woman for approaching the King so brazenly. But he remained unbothered, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as his emerald eyes soaked in her appearance. Everything about his demeanour was the least bit regal, as if he was merely a young prince playing up to a title, he would one day inherit, even his crown lay crooked atop his mess of curls. He maintained slouched against the throne while she approached, almost as if it burdened him to be cursed with such beauty his entire immortal life and the warrior scoffed at such petty vanity the King harboured.

But despite such a relaxed demeanour, the woman knew of the horrors that lay behind those gorgeous green eyes. This man was lethal, his shadows alone could smother the entire room in seconds, killing her instantly if she let her starlight dim under his watch.

Sweat and blood smeared across her dark skin, twinkling like stars as the rows of candles flickered in the breeze that swept through the building upon her entrance. Every slow, confident step forward made it harder for her to keep control of her power, tendrils of night eager to land a lethal strike.

"My, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He purred, his sharp gaze dragging down her body to take in her blood-soaked armour with amusement. Swirls of shadows snaked their ways around his forearms, summoned silently by the King as a reminder of his potential power and to intimidate the Fae assassin refusing to bow at his feet.

It had been years since she had seen his face and as much as she hated to admit it, he still looked just as beautiful as when she'd left. His thick curls were shorter, no longer dusting the tops of his shoulders but sat messily atop his head in a way that emphasised his sharp jawline. Her brown eyes flared with specs of starlight as she forced herself not to succumb to his beauty - it was how she'd gotten tangled up in this mess in the first place and she couldn't afford to let him charm her again. Not when the fate of the entire kingdom rested upon her shoulders.

The shadow's whispers seemed to fall silent while the King taunted the warrior, waiting with bated breath for her to react to his cunning words.

"The little assassin returns." Harry mused softly. His legs swung over the arm of the chair so that he swivelled around to sit properly, his knees parted as he leaned forward with a sinister smirk. "I must admit, twenty years to seek out an oracle is a little excessive, is it not Odile?"

Every sentence that rolled off his tongue was meticulously planned, specifically chosen to tempt her into giving in to the rage he could see flowing through her bloodstream. The assassin felt her grip tighten around the handle of her weapon, a deep breath rattling her chest as she refused to let him affect her. The King chuckled lowly, emerald eyes darkening slightly they flickered over her body once more.

"And no babe in your arms, either." He mocked, shaking his head condescendingly as he stared at Odile's tense form, "What a wasted journey."

Odile fought the urge to stiffen at the reminder of the past, of her old self who was so foolishly naive and trusting in the Fae King that she wandered blindly into the forest twenty years ago seeking confirmation of a life she thought she wanted. But the answers she found were not what she expected. And judging by Harry's proud smirk, he too knew the prophecy that was handed to her instead - one that had changed her forever.

No longer was she a shy, timid woman that remained blindsided by the true extent of the King's powers. She was Eroda's assassin and she was here to kill the treacherous bastard that had reigned for far too long.

"Look at you, burning with rage." A deep chuckle rumbled in Harry's chest, only making Odile's power ripple with anger. Tendrils of night rolled off her body, inching their way closer to the throne where speckled starlight waited to strike the King's shadows. "I think I like this new you, it's more...enticing."

Honeyed words dripped off his tongue and Odile had to force herself to keep her eyes locked on his, resisting the urge to glance down at her feet under his intense glare. He knew exactly the right thing to say to charm people, to get them on his side and that was the exact reason she was in this position in the first place. But she refused to fall for it any longer, he was a brutal murderer and she wouldn't let him continue the vicious cycle for centuries to come. The prophecy would end here today. By her hand.

The Kingdom of Eroda shall fall by the hands of darkness if not stopped by the light. Centuries of bloodshed and corruption will end when stars and shadows join once more and create shadowed starlight. The palace will stand tall among the ashes, ready to rebuild a world that was lost to evil- a world where the stars will shine anew.

"You deserve to die for what you've done." Odile's voice was steady and confident, revenge dominating every inch of her body and making her eyes darken with deadly intent.

"What I've done?" Harry snickered lightly, no sense of remorse at all. "I think we should start with what you've done, darling."

The ripples of shadows swirling around his hands slowly drifted towards her, snaking their way around her feet and up her legs as the King took in her bloodied appearance. Crimson soaked her leather armour, splashed across her skin and drenched her locs but not a single drop of it was hers. Odile was untouched, unharmed and standing tense as the shadows settled around her neck - the ghost of Harry's touch taunting her with the possibility of what he could do.

A chill ran down her spine as her breath caught in her throat at the feeling of his power calling to hers, her inner starlight singing to the shadows and threatening to give in to him once more. She had felt these shadows brush against her skin many times before, but she refused to give in to their touch - not when the prophecy rang clear in her mind.

"Your governors are dead by my hand. They serve Hel now." She announced coldly, allowing her eyes to flare white with starlight so the King could see the threat she posed to his position on the throne - reminding him she was no longer the timid woman he knew twenty years ago. She felt his shadows squirm slightly as her power surged but the King remained relaxed. "You are next to join them."

"Well, you have been busy, haven't you?" He mused, sitting up straight in his throne and finally taking this seriously. It appeared the threat on his life was something to worry about.

No doubt he had heard whispers of the assassin rampaging through his lands the past two decades, training in the woods for the mission of a lifetime before hunting down every corrupt government official that served under the King. All of them were attacked when they least expected, brutally murdered and their bodies hung outside their houses as a warning to those that remained.

No longer would the poor be squeezed for every piece of copper they owned, no longer would the King's guards turn a blind eye to crime and no longer would the black-market fuel the underworld of illegal drugs and fighting rings. Eroda could go back to being the beautiful land, enriched with magic and beauty like the history books had once reported to the world.

All that was left was for the King to fall and the prophecy would be changed.

"I applaud you for your success, my darling. But I must address the little fault in your plan."

"If you intend to beg for your life then you underestimate my power." Odile's hand gripped the leather handle of her sword and carried a certain lightness in her feet as she prepared herself for the attack. Her best bet was to keep him talking, his ego was his downfall and all Odile had to do was catch him when his guard was down.

She was going to slit his throat where he sat and sit on the throne soaked with his blood as the Queen of Eroda - ready to rebuild the kingdom to its former glory.

"Not at all, Odile. I have always known what power you possess; you were just too blind to see it." His words were cocky, full of confidence that he shouldn't have in such a moment before his death. For many, it would be unnerving but for Odile it only made her all the more determined. "I simply intend to ask how you think the prophecy will play out when you kill your mate."

Odile felt her heart lurch at the reminder that the beautiful man in front of her was in fact her mate, the person fate decided was her other-half for all eternity - the person that completed her soul. When she had first met him twenty years ago, their bond snapped into place the moment their eyes locked and everything in her life seemed to fall into place. She was given a purpose, a lover and someone that mirrored her level of devotion.

Her love had blinded her from seeing what a despicable man Harry truly was, that was until the Oracle allowed her to see what she had been oblivious to the entire time. The bond still hummed within her, urging her to embrace his love after such time apart. The pining had almost driven her mad at first, unable to block out her power calling out to him at all hours of the day. Her magic needed him and his shadows needed hers. It would bring such pain to her heart to live on while her mate was killed - their bonded souls torn apart for the rest of eternity.

"You may be my mate and my husband, but I reject anything that binds me to such a cold-hearted leader as you. I would live with such pain knowing I had saved thousands from your blighted power."

Suddenly, bright starlight flooded the throne room, Odile's light bouncing off the golden accents of the entire room and blinding the King in an instant. His shadows recoiled with a hiss, leaving Harry unprotected long enough for the assassin to spring into action. One minute she was standing tall in front of the throne, the next she was straddling her mate's lap, pinning his shoulders against the back of the throne with the bloodied blade of her weapon digging uncomfortably into his neck.

Stars melted around them, revealing the rage filled warrior to the King so he could truly see her now. Honey brown eyes had darkened with anger, tendrils of night snaked up Harry's arms and pinned him in place so he could do little to overpower her.

Blood smeared against the King's face as Odile's left hand gripped his jaw, bringing her face so close to his that their lips almost touched.

Harry's pink lips curled upwards at the closeness of his wife, the twenty years of silent pining for her return finally silenced under her touch. Albeit because she was holding a sword to his throat and threatening his life. But he wasn't worried, he knew she still loved him dearly and had felt the same hollowness in her heart while she was away.

"I am not the man you think I am."

"It is your shadows the prophecy speaks of; you are the dark hands that have tainted this kingdom with corruption." She spat, starlight fizzling off her body and landing in sparks on the floor around her. Harry's eyes drifted down to glance at her lips before meeting her intense stare once again - he'd be lying if he said this new side to her wasn't turning him on.

"You are my lover and with your death Eroda will finally be free."

"I have protected this kingdom for five-hundred years, darling. You truly haven't worked it out yet, have you? We're supposed to save Eroda together. Why do you think I sent you out to the Oracle that day?"

No matter how much she tried to hide her confusion at her mate's words, there was little she could do to suppress the frown that tugged at her brows.

Harry had not sent her to seek out an Oracle, she had done that herself. She had thought she was pregnant and went to ask for confirmation that she was carrying the future heir to Eroda's throne. Secrecy was key if she truly was with child, the last thing she wanted was for rival kingdoms finding out and putting her and her baby's lives in danger. Odile hadn't even mentioned anything to her maid before she slipped out of the palace under the cover of darkness - how Harry had found out she had no idea.

"I never told you I thought I might be pregnant. You didn't send me anywhere."

"You think those books about royal bloodlines just appeared on my nightstand out of nowhere? You think the fact you overheard the royal reports about an Oracle causing havoc in the forest was a coincidence?" Harry's demeanour shifted for the first time since Odile had returned, no longer teasing her but completely serious. "I planted that idea into your head, Odile. I knew what the Oracle would tell you and I needed you to hear it. Because you held the power to save Eroda."

Harry shifted slightly under Odile's thighs, straining against her power and glancing down at the sword pressed against his neck uncomfortably.

"Darling, you already saved us. The darkness has been eradicated." Harry explained softly, making Odile's restraints falter long enough for him to free his hands, his warm touch ghosting her thighs as he rubbed them slowly. "Please, put the sword down.

"Y-you're the darkness. You rule over the kingdom, it's your fault corruption has plagued these lands. This room itself lays testament to the centuries of pain you and your family have inflicted on people."

"Odile, I've always wanted to be different from my ancestors, it sickens me to be surrounded by the monstrosities they carried out under my family name. I have dreamt of a kingdom that was filled with magic and laughter since I was a boy but that was not the plan of my father. He changed the laws of the council so I would not influence their decisions over my people, I became a King by title but with no power." Harry's voice carried a sense of vulnerability within it that Odile had only ever heard when she was with him. To others he maintained an air of arrogance within himself but with her, he was completely different. "I sought out the Oracle two hundred years ago, hoping for a way to save Eroda and that is when I learnt of the prophecy. Of you."

Odile's mind was reeling. She had spent twenty years with only the words that the Oracle had told her to understand the gravity of the situation thrust upon her. She had asked for an explanation, some kind of guidance but little was given outside the prophecy recounted throughout history. Hate had been forced to fester in her heart towards her husband - her mate - and that kind of pain was almost impossible to cope with.

"How can I believe you?"

Harry's lips twitched upwards slightly with a coy smirk, his eyes darkening in the way Odile recognised far too well. His touch grew stronger against her thighs, trailing closer to the place he knew she wanted him but was too stubborn to admit. He could sense her arousal from the moment she'd straddled his lap, no doubt fighting the memories of being in such a position countless times before.

"Because you're my mate and I know in your heart you feel this is right." Harry whispered lowly, leaning in slightly so that his lips ghosted against hers. The sharp blade of her sword dug harder into his skin, no doubt leaving a mark but he didn't care, not when he finally got to touch his mate after pining for her these past twenty years.

Odile gasped slightly in surprise as his lips finally met hers, warmth flooding through her body as she let her husband kiss her with as much love as he physically could. Their lips moved in sync together, the blade at Harry's throat slipping slightly as Odile let her focus drift to how perfect this moment felt. Her heart was thumping erratically in her chest, finally at peace after being torn apart by such distance for so long.

Misted shadows curled around the pair, ghosting touches along Odile's soft neck in a way that made her moan in anticipation while Harry's palms continued to tease the tops of her thighs, occasionally brushing her warm arousal over the top of her fighting leathers. Gods, she'd missed this. No matter how much she'd tried to hate him the last twenty years, she'd always drift into the land of dreams where his touch would be waiting for her. She'd dream of riding his cock once more, hearing his grunts of pleasure ring into the night as she pleasured herself until years of pining was eventually satisfied.

"Look at you, giving in so easily. I knew you'd see sense." Lustful amusement hung off every word that escaped Harry's lips. "Let me fuck you, baby. Ride my cock and claim your throne."

And then it suddenly hit Odile - this was what the prophecy had spoken of this entire time.

The Kingdom of Eroda shall fall by the hands of darkness if not stopped by the light.

She had been the one to murder the corrupt governors and her starlight had sung her victory every time. Nobody was left to rule over the kingdom and so the laws were now irrelevant, all power was now reinstated to the crown. Harry was free to be the ruler that Eroda had desperately needed for thousands of years.

Centuries of bloodshed and corruption will end when stars and shadows join once more and create shadowed starlight.

Odile had previously thought it meant the final death must be Harry's, a final test to eradicate the plague of shadows over the kingdom before she could build Eroda from scratch. But with how things were currently playing out, it appeared to be referencing the passions of reunited lovers, perhaps about to conceive the first heir to the new world she had secured for the future.

The palace will stand tall among the ashes, ready to rebuild a world that was lost to evil- a world where the stars will shine anew.

The loud clatter of metal against marble echoed about the throne room as the weapon finally tumbled from Odile's grasp to rest at the foot of the throne. Harry groaned in relief, rolling his head back slightly to stretch his neck out now he was no longer restricted, the harsh red mark of the blade standing prominent against his skin. Odile's hands cupped her lover's cheeks, smashing her lips into his as she ground her hips into his with a breathy moan as she gave in to her desire.

This was what she wanted, just her and Harry reunited once more and ready to rule Eroda by each other's side.

"Make me your Queen, Harry." She panted breathlessly, barely pulling apart from the King as she spoke her final demand. "Knock me up, give yourself an heir."

Harry's eyes darkened as his powers rumbled with desire, a lustful smirk appearing on his lips as he took in Odile's demands - his mind running rampant with all the possible ways to pleasure his mate after so long apart. He'd dreamed of the day he'd once more feel her wet cunt around his heavy cock, gorgeous tits bouncing in his face while her screams of pleasures rang out through the entire palace.

"You gonna be my good girl, yeah?" He breathed out, hands already trailing upwards to claim her body as his. Brushing her long, bloodied locs over her shoulder, Harry's lips met the exposed skin of her neck, sucking gently as his palms squeezed her heavy breasts. Odile squirmed in his lap in desperate need of some friction against her aching core, revelling in the feeling of her mate's hard cock brushing against her cunt through the layers of clothing in the way. "Bet you're dripping for me, aren't you?"

Odile whimpered at Harry's voice so deep and oozing with seduction, frantically nodding in agreement as she felt his hand slip down the waistband of her leather pants to confirm what he already knew. A soft hum of satisfaction vibrated against her skin as Harry continued to mark up her neck, his fingers toying with her wet folds while Odile was rendered breathless with desire. Speckled starlight flickered from her fingers as she tugged at her husband's curls, head tipping back slightly as she allowed him to take his claim over her body.

Her mind was a blur, uncontrollable whimpers escaped her lips as she rocked against Harry's fingers - chasing the pleasure that was already building in her core.

"Undress, Odile." The King's demand was clear, his fingers quickly removed from Odile's trousers as he pulled back to watch her carefully. The assassin let out a frustrated groan as the building wave subsided, her fingers desperately tearing at her leathers to obey her husband's instructions. The quicker she acted, the better behaved she was, the sooner she'd get to ride his cock. "Need you naked on my lap."

The moment her top hit the floor, Harry's eyes flicked downwards to take in her bare breasts, free from blood and tempting him with their perfection. He watched silently as they bounced slightly as Odile unbuttoned her trousers, lifting her hips off of Harry slightly so she could pull them off completely - exposing her naked cunt for him to admire. Ripples of shadows snaked up her body, teasing her hard nipples before settling around her pretty neck, waiting for the command to choke her just the way she liked and Odile let out a soft moan in anticipation, knowing Harry was going to fuck her senseless at any moment.

"Look at you, my pretty Queen." He hummed softly, dark emerald eyes sweeping over Odile's naked body as if he was committing it to memory.

"If I am your Queen, I shall need a crown." Odile stated boldly, her hands already gripping the golden halo framing her husband's curls and lifting it from his head. A subtle moan rumbled deep in his chest as he watched her place his crown atop her locs.

His cock stiffened even more in the confines of his trousers at the sight of his wife wearing nothing but the golden crown on her head, desire overtook him and he knew he couldn't drag this out like he'd originally planned.

"Now fuck me, my King. Show me how much you missed me." Odile gripped Harry's jaw, her brown eyes locked onto his green with such intent in an attempt to get him to submit. But that was not Harry, he did not submit to anyone - not even his mate. He smirked playfully as she felt his shadows squeeze her neck, restricting the air just enough to make her head go the perfect amount of fuzzy.

"You want my cock, then take it, sweetheart. It's all yours." Settling back against his ornate throne, he watched as Odile set to work unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his length from the confines of his pants. She didn't care he was still fully clothed, all she cared about was finally getting to fuck her mate after years of pining after this exact moment.

He hissed softly as she took him in her hand, tugging slowly at his cock just enough to tease him with pleasure as she ground her pussy against his thick thigh. Wetness seeped into the material of his trousers, leaving a patch of arousal as she continued to get herself off before taking what she really wanted. Breathless pants filled the air as the pair of them got lost in pleasure, blurts of precome collected on the dark skin of Odile's hand like sparkling pearls while Harry's shadows created a necklace of darkness around her pure neck.

Harry's mouth suddenly enveloped Odile's left nipple, teeth grazing softly over her skin as he sucked at her breast perfectly positioned in front of her face. The rhythm of her hips became uneven as she whimpered with sensitivity, already feeling herself hurtling towards the edge after such a long time of nothing.

"H-Harry..."

Stars and shadows snaked around the throne as both their powers were released from its confines, the bond between them growing the further Harry and Odile fell into their pleasure and healing their shattered souls.

"So, close, sweetheart. Such a good girl f'me." Harry mumbled breathlessly, obviously struggling just as much as his wife to last much longer. "Come on my thigh, darling. Let go."

And that was all it took for her to tumble over the edge, hips stilling as she came all over Harry's thigh. Her head tipped back as a loud moan escaped her lips, bright stars filling the room and almost blinded Harry as he watched her gorgeous features scrunch up in pleasure - a sight he had only dreamed of for twenty years. His own release followed almost instantly, spurting up his clothed torso as Odile's pretty moans filled his ears like his favourite melody.

"Fuck-" He choked on his own moans, unable to talk properly as he struggled to stop his power from clouding his mind and rendering him completely speechless. "Perfect girl, so perfect, sweetheart."

Slumped against her husband's body, Odile peppered gentle kisses along his exposed, sweaty collarbones - delicate fingers trailing over the inked swallows that were left on display after the material had fallen open in all the pleasure.

"Made a mess all over me." He chuckled lightly, running his hand over her thighs as he took in the wetness on his trousers. Instead of blushing with embarrassment, Odile simply raised her hand that was covered in her husband's come and made a show of licking it up with a satisfied smirk. The sight of her tongue dragging along the back of her hand, savouring the taste of his release made Harry's cock twitch once more as he felt himself grow half hard with every lick.

"And you." She hummed, "Just as desperate, darling. You're not kidding anyone."

Her hips began to grind against his both of them still sensitive to touch but neither caring. Odile needed to sit on Harry's cock and feel him fill her up for the rest of eternity - she'd been empty for too long and now she needed to satisfy her hunger.

Taking him in her hand once more, Odile lifted herself up just enough to position him at her entrance. Hungry eyes watched her eagerly as Harry waited for the bliss of feeling her tightness envelope him completely - both of them sighing with pleasure as their hips joined once more.

Shadows curled around Odile's wrists, forcing them upwards so that her hands tangled in Harry's messy curls in a silent demand before settling around her neck to choke her. Her head was spinning with lust at the feeling of Harry's power constricting the amount of air she could take in, all while revelling in being full to the brim with his aching cock. Their lips smashed together, tongues dancing in each other's mouths as she began to ride her husband with an eager rhythm, hands tugging at his curls just as the King liked it. Deep moans escaped his lips, filling the air as his hands gripped her butt tightly, helping her to grind harder against him for both their pleasure.

"So tight, so wet, sweetheart." Harry panted into the kiss, bucking up into her pussy to hit the sweet spot inside her. "Missed this perfect cunt."

"Harder, make me scream!" Odile pleaded as a dull ache settled in her thighs with all the effort it was taking to ride his cock with such energy. She needed him to take her, to fuck her so hard she saw stars and he was more than happy to oblige - but not without a little teasing first.

"Knew you wouldn't kill me, darling." He chuckled slowly in between trailing sloppy kisses along her collarbone towards her heavy breasts. His thumb teased her clit, rubbing slow circles to add to the building tension at her core that made her such a moaning mess. "Need my cock too bad, don't you?"

A sharp snap of his hips timed perfectly with her hips bouncing down on his cock filled her even deeper, causing a loud moan to echo about the room unexpectedly, only proving Harry right.

"Who else would fuck you this good, leave you screaming like I can?" He smirked against Odile's skin as her sounds of pleasure continued to ring out across the room, allowing his shadows to ghost over every inch of her body and enhance every delicate touch he was giving her. "You'd miss the warmth of my cock for all eternity."

"Uh-huh, you. Only you, baby." She replied breathlessly, unable to focus properly as her hips began to stutter. Sweat sparkled like glitter on her dark skin, making her appear like starlight itself, all gorgeous and addictive. Harry's cock ached at the sight, his chest heaving with desire as he let his shadows tangle with the stars rippling from her body, both their releases rapidly approaching with little warning.

"Look at you, so full of me." The King grunted with each powerful thrust upwards, his fingers digging into her hips so hard as he helped guide her cunt onto his cock there was no doubt bruises would be left in their wake. "Taking me like a good girl."

"All yours, belong to you!" Odile whimpered, her vision going blurry as she was practically blinded by the tight coil of pleasure that was threatening to explode at any second. With Harry's shadows wrapped tightly around her neck, his sharp thrusts timed perfectly to hit her g-spot and his ghosted touch on her clit, the woman could barely sit up straight - her forehead resting on Harry's shoulder for support as he helped her reach her peak.

"Harry-" Her moan was immediately cut off by another sharp thrust from Harry's hips, the King recognising all the signs that she was seconds from toppling over the edge. Her hips bucked frantically as she chased the rising feeling in her core, heavy pants filling the air between them as the pair turned animalistic in chasing their high.

"I know, sweetheart. Come for me darling." Harry demanded; his voice thick with lust as he felt ready to burst. "Soak my cock, milk me dry."

Shadowed starlight tore through the room as pleasure peaked in perfect waves, slamming into the walls and crumbling the dark paintings into tiny pieces. Their pleasured moans mixed together in a delightful tune as they rode out their highs, Odile collapsing into Harry's arms as her body felt weak after such a powerful orgasm. Soft kisses were pressed against her sweaty forehead as Harry's soft touch rubbed her shoulder soothingly.

Wrapped up in each other's warmth, with his cock still buried deep within his mate, Harry finally felt the peace he'd dreamt of since taking the throne five hundred years ago.

Centuries of terror and bloodshed was over. It was time to start anew.

[la-bog]

Palia Character Questions

What is your character’s name? Did they choose it themselves after awakening in Palia? Or is it something they remember from their past?

How old is your character, or about how old do they appear? Do they remember anything about their childhood, even broken fleeting things? Or do they feel like a child now, attempting to relearn the world?

As a human, what has their experience been acclimating to the culture in Kilima Valley? Did they get comfortable quickly, or did it take time to adjust to?

Was Jina the first villager your character met, or was it someone else? What was their awakening like? Did anything notable happen?

How long has your character lived within Kilima at this point in their personal narrative? How well are they settled in now? Do they have a personal routine at this point?

What is your character’s home like? Did they actually build it themselves? Did other villagers help them in the building process?

Where is your character’s favourite place on their property to spend time?

Where is your character’s favourite place in the village to spend time at, if they have one?

What is your character’s take on Eshe? How do they feel about how she is running the village? Are they close to Eshe?

What is your character’s view on Kenli? How do they feel about how he handles his responsibilities in the village? Are they close to Kenli?

Kenyatta carries a lot of the weight of being her parents’ child—does your character sympathize with her? What are your character’s thoughts on Kenyatta?

Does your character spend much time at the Inn? Are they particularly close to Ashura or Reth? Do they have a favourite meal from the Inn?

Did your character learn to cook from Reth? What do they think of his lettuce soup? What's their favourite thing to cook?

Speaking of Ashura—does your character enjoy foraging? Do they spend a lot of time doing it, or is it something they avoid doing? Does your character have a favourite foraged item?

While foraging, you can often find bugs! Is your character a fan of bugs? Do they have a favourite bug from Kilima Valley? How about from Bahari Bay?

Speaking of bugs and bug-enthusiasts—what does your character think about Auni? Did they join the Bug Catching Guild?

While you’re out foraging and catching bugs, you might also be tempted to mine for some ore and gems! Does your character enjoy mining? Do they like searching for gems? Do you have a specific gem you associate with your character, whether because of its lore or for aesthetics?

Hodari is the resident mining expert—is your character friends with him? What are their thoughts on him?

Najuma is Hodari’s daughter and a lover of tinkering—does your character tinker? Are they an accomplice to Najuma’s explosives? What do they think of the little inventor?

Is your character an artisan of any sort like Tish? Do they make their own furniture, or buy from her? What are their thoughts on Tish, are they close to her?

Another artisan in the Valley is Jel—what is your character’s relationship to Jel? Does your character spend a lot of time at his shop getting new clothes? Does your character make their own clothing?

Zeki is always willing to sell you a few things—whether above or underground—what are your character’s thoughts on him? Do they frequent the underground market?

Use of Flow is forbidden to Majiri outside of the Order—what is your character’s relationship to Flow? Because of being a human, how do you relate to it in a way that your neighbors might not?

Speaking of the Order—what was your character’s reaction to Subira showing up in the Valley? Have they grown close to her since then, or do they distrust her still?

Tamala has a history with the Order, and a number of the characters in the Valley and Bay—what is your character’s relationship to her? What do they think of her, do they trust her?  

Hekla and Einar as Galdur have a unique relationship to Flow as well, and to the Oneness of the self. If your character had a Oneness, what do you think it would be? What is your character’s relationship to Hekla? What about with Einar?

Does your character like to fish like Einar? What is your character's favourite fish?

Some seek their Oneness, others look to the stars—what are your character’s thoughts on the local priest and apothecary Chayne?

As your character has learned about Galdur, Oneness, Majiri culture et cetra—have they stopped by the library to pick up some of that knowledge? Is your character a big reader? What do they think of Caleri?

Speaking of Caleri, have you heard that she doesn’t know about the cryptids of the Valley, or rather denies them! How silly—you and I both know about the stars right… What’s your character’s take on Elouisa and her theories? How comfortable is your character with Elouisa?

If cryptids aren’t your character’s thing, what about puns? Lettuce break some of them out, why don’t we? What’s your character’s relationship to Badruu?

Speaking of Badruu—does your character like to farm? What is their most common crop, if they do?

Delaila is a prize-winning jam maker! What does your character think about the Daiya matron? Are they close to her? Does she make them miss their own mother/guardian/parents, or do they even remember them?

Nai’o really prizes working on his parents’ farm and takes great pride in it. What are your character’s thoughts on Nai’o? Do they like farm animals as much as he does?  (Are they/you excited for future animal husbandry being added?)

A good animal is a good friend! Like Tau! What’s your character’s take on Palia’s best boy? Does your character have a pet?

Does your character hunt? Did they learn the bow from Hassian? What's their favourite creature to hunt, if they do hunt? What’s their take on Palia’s resident hunter?

Did you character ever dream of being an adventurer? What are your character’s thoughts on Sifuu’s stories and legend? What does your character think of Sifuu herself?

Where in the world of Palia does your character want to go from here? What are they looking forward to? What do they want to learn about themselves and other humans? Is there a specific place in Palia that’s been mentioned they want to visit?

[sinatracxre]

G-G-G-G-Gomen user Ash-S-Senpai … may you please help this cancer riddled patient in seeing Einar happy.. my time is almost up and I can barely type .. (koi core) so can you maybe write Einar being happy with his family? All alive and well , no it being a dream twist , no strings attached .. just a happy AU .. this will make my fight against cancer be a little bit easier.. thank you..

In Another Life — Einar

𖤐 general happy!au!einar headcanons <3

happy!einar if he never had fought with his brother, vidar. as he grew pent up and yelled to him from his cries of desperation, his eyes softened, glazing over the young one’s concerned face. he pursed his lips and stood up from his seat, flinching as his brother took a step back. “i’m sorry,” he whispered, trying to face vidar. and even as he couldn’t, he slowly walked up to the smaller boy at the verge of tears and embraced him, “i’m sorry. now … what was it that you wanted to play again?” — if their conflict was always fixed from the start …

happy!einar who never had his brother run away from home.

happy!einar who never had to be admitted to the orphanage after his parents’ declining mental and physical health from vidar’s loss — no longer facing the alcoholic scents and the dreading conundrum of a burning scream. he never had to face that, ever.

happy!einar who studied at high school and graduated as valedictorian; his eyes studied the faint crowds and his smile almost faltered, but there he saw — his parents and vidar, clapping the loudest and brightest during his valedictorian speech. as he concluded his words, he sent off a nod of joy and gave a prideful smile. he had everything now.

happy!einar who never had to be starved in the orphanage which is why he managed to grow his full height of 6’3 instead of 5’10 in his past life. his build is more fit and lean than his exhausted, scrawny self. his face no longer carries eye bags or a gloomy fatigue; it is always a bright smile and slightly crinkled eyes. he adores ruffling his younger brother’s hair as being slightly taller than him and grinning, “you’ve gotta be taller than that.”

happy!einar who, despite never going to the orphanage, still somehow manages to find his wife from another life: elyse. he had been walking through the streets to retrieve groceries for his family when he felt someone bump into his embrace, perfectly enclasping into his arms. he shook his head and faced the woman, softly whispering, “are you okay?” then she shakily whispered, “please— pretend to be my boyfriend for just a moment—” and before her explanation could conclude, she already linked arms with einar and a man had hurriedly turned from the corner of the streets, locking eyes with her then to einar.

happy!einar who has a more intimidating look now that he’s taller. he glared down to the other man who gritted his teeth. “bae… he’s bothering me,” the woman gently said, taking a step back as the stranger reached out to grab her hand. “are you fuckin—” “yes, she is serious,” einar quickly spoke as he gripped the man’s wrist and raised his eyebrow. “please do not bother us; who even are you? we are on our date today and we don’t need a creep like you ruining it,” he continued. the stranger gave a disgusted glance and was about to retort when the crowds came to stare at him. out of shame, he ran away, leaving einar and the woman with locked arms.

happy!einar whose expression turned to a soft worry as he faced her again. “that was my asshole ex,” she sighed, letting go of einar’s grip. she flashed a soft smile — gods forbid it was the most seraphic moment of einar’s entire life. his lips parted in shock and he immediately closed them, his cheeks turning into a bright shade of red. the woman only chuckled at the sight. “i— i am einar; einar nordberg. how about you..?” he asked, worried if asking for a stranger’s name was odd. “i’m elyse,” she smiled and tilted her head.

happy!einar who coincidentally became elyse’s new neighbor and couldn’t stop visiting her. vidar would often whine and complain as einar would be putting on his shoes and heading out. “this is the third time this week, mama,” vidar jokingly groaned and signaled to einar by the front door. “and it won’t be the last,” einar grinned teasingly before heading on out.

happy!einar who ends up dating and marrying elyse; just like they did in their past lives. the two have happy, well children: shayla and kallias; just like they did in their past life.

happy!einar who does end up serving the military just like his father did, but this time, the incident doesn’t happen. his unit are all still alive, his friend is never hurt, and he serves his full role as a captain then retires. he never gets his unit slaughtered or his friend mangled. he never meets his worst enemy and nightmares on the battlefield. he simply survives.

happy!einar who always lets vidar visit his nephews. the little ones cling onto their uncle’s legs and the three childishly form their little tea party in their room. einar would often be forced to join in with a pink bonnet over his head. he rolls his eyes and only smiles as his three, dearly loved ones all laughs and giggle at the sight. he stares at elyse, leaning by the doorway and laughing to herself as well.

happy!einar who carries both of his children every single time and would be tossing them up and down carelessly, laughing and teasing as they squeal in joy. he adores watching them be so energetic and happy; it’s all he ever lived and worked for all this time.

happy!einar who loves spoiling his family (parents and brother are definitely included). whenever it’s holiday season, he packs his parents with endless supplies and gifts. he always buys his brother something that he vaguely mentioned or something that he simply knew his brother would love. he gets stacks of toys for both shayla and kallias. and for elyse? he brings her a small box of all of their pictures from their past years and a small, pricey necklace, “to symbolize our forevermore, expensive love that not even the lords could dare to squeeze away from our grasp.”

happy!einar who is slightly overprotective about his brother getting into a relationship, always squinting his eyes whenever someone (male or female) gets even slightly physical with vidar. his wife always tells him that it’s nothing, but he doesn’t care. that is his brother and he can’t have some random, toxic bozo take him away. he grits his teeth at the thought of someone ever hurting his brother. if you are his lover and you dare to make him cry in the slightest manner, you will fight a bat to your head (/j … /hj). but even despite the protective manner, he still loves his brother and lets him have his own life. he yearns for a day that he becomes an uncle too; perhaps more than the day that he becomes a grandfather.

happy!einar who attends every. single. event. that his kids have. a school play for shayla? already there with a flower bouquet. a choir concert for kallias? crying over the performance by the end. a child-parent day festival? he is a military man, he is going to solo these ass parents. he does whatever he can to be a part of his children’s lives and never let them down. that’s the least he can do as a parent.

happy!einar who spends so much time with his brother and always is there to soothe him. the two will go on casual walks and small nature trips they always loved as children. they banter occasionally but never fight too much. if vidar ever got children (adoptive or not), einar is the first in line to baby sit them. he would be spending more time with the kid than vidar does. he probably was wary about vidar’s partner for a long while then just warmed up and considered them apart of the family too. he is protective, not toxic. he loves giving vidar’s family hugs and holds them in his embrace for a long while as a way of showing affection and support.

happy!einar who grows old gradually and watches his children grow up. he gets wary whenever his dear daughter shayla decides to bring a boy home. even worse when he spots kallias kissing a man in the backyard. he would literally shoot whoever messes with his kids and it is a known fact. he is tall and fit; he can handle your bullshit. he still attends every events despite his aging self. he never forgets to kiss his kids goodnight and make their favorite meal on sundays. he sees how shayla grows with the dream of becoming an actor and kallias started his own youtube channel with his self-written songs. he still loves them whatever their dreams are. he sits on the couch with elyse leaning on his shoulder and sighs, “i love you so much.”

happy!einar who lived his life to the fullest and watched all of his loved ones turn out to be the people they deserve to be. he doesn’t mind if he has to die of old age. he will only smile and whisper, “thank you.”

[toasterdrake]

palia characters playing minecraft hcs

hopefully i got everyone but if not please do tell me 🙏

jel: spends most of his time dyeing armour and designing banners, has really efficient redstone farms set up to that end that everyone mooches off

tish: builds and decorates the most beautiful elaborate houses in the server. knows every building trick in the book. built the main lobby mostly by herself

reth: thought he was a genius when he first figured out the recipe for cake. never looks up anything and insists on discovering all the food himself

hodari: always deep in a cave somewhere with stacks of shulker boxes (courtesy of najuma). supplies the entire server, trades with tish a lot

najuma: in the nether within an hour, working towards an elytra. spends most of her time there and has an insane base

auni: goes exploring so far the only way he ever gets home is by dying and respawning in the lobby. keep inventory was enabled for him

badruu & delaila: too busy to play rip. their tech goes to auni and nai'o anyway

nai'o: built the farm empire of his dreams, but entirely without redstone so he never has time for anything else lol

kenyatta: plays during her shifts at city hall. helps najuma in the nether. hates that she organises her inventory so well

eshe: doesn't play. kicked everyone from the last server so they restarted without her

kenli: owns the server, logs in sometimes but always manages to ruin someone's project so he doesn't play as much as he'd like

einar: fishes 24/7. what can i say

hassian: lives in a dirt hut and is entirely content with that. spends most of his time taming wolves

sifuu: enchants everyone's armour, weapons and tools. sickass base. hunts for rare spawns

caleri: has a library where she manually documents every book she protects irl as a minecraft book

elouisa: dead-set on finding herobrine. subscribes to every conspiracy theory about the origins of mobs and dimensions

jina: invested in the lore. plays story mode because the usual game is too boring for her

hekla: watches over jina's shoulder and offers suggestions

chayne: doesn't own any tech

ashura: rebuilt the ormuu's horn in the lobby. kinda just enjoys the game and being online with people instead of gunning for anything in particular, but he does fish

zeki: set up a villager farm asap. its the main hub of activity in the lobby. pretty much has every farm possible going actually. charges for use so the others built their own

tamala: essentially lives the life of a minecraft witch. kicked a real one out of a hut and made it her own. set up a dungeon mob farm underneath

[cosmicjoke]

Alright, so, chapter 211 of "Vinland Saga", and what I most feared would happen seems to be coming to pass.

I felt like the last, several chapters were building toward a serious rift developing between Thorfinn and Einar, with Einar's increasing anger and distress over Thorfinn's leadership decisions, and his seeming willingness to give up all they worked to attain, and we finally see that rift manifest, with Einar's refusal to retreat and his declaration that he'll fight to protect the village and the land they've cultivated, despite the Nords being outnumberd 3 to 1. That he rallies every other man in the village around him, bar a few, seems to seal the deal that this is the route that's being taken.

We don't yet know what's become of Thorfinn and Hild, but assuming they make it back to the village, I feel like Thorfinn's seemingly fatally wounded condition will only spur Einar on further toward wanting to take this course, and from there, I honestly don't see how his and Thorfinn's friendship can be salvaged.

This truly is the culmination of the tragic reality of war, I think, and a demonstration of the ways in which war destroys so many things, including the bonds we have with other people. And it also demonstrates, assuming Thorfinn's and Einar's friendship is irrevocably destroyed by this, the price Thorfinn has paid for his pacifism and refusal to fight. Einar's just fully turned on Thorfinn's philosophy and way of living here. They've come to an ideological impasse.

We also see that demonstrated in Bug-Eye's and Nisqua's seemingly doomed love, with her saying the Lun must not enter the land of the Nords, unable to follow him home. War tears people apart, and we're seeing that play out in very literal terms here.

I also see the idiot Ivar hasn't learned anything from getting his hand chopped off. It's a sad state of affairs to see Einar side with him, but maybe the most tragic thing about this is, Einar's stance and betrayal of Thorfinn's pacifism is completely understandable, given his history, even though he's wrong, given the fact he's lost his home again and again due to it being taken from him by force. It shows how people become radicalized. Einar and all of the people of the village gave up a lot, and worked incredibly hard to create their village and cultivate the land, to create a home for themselves. The Nords came to Vinland hoping to live in peace and without war, but circumstances and, sadly, just human nature conspired to destroy it all. Einar's unwillingness to just give it up and walk away is all too human and relatable. The fact he takes the bust of Arnheid and plants it in the ground, seeming to use her memory as motivation to fight, also shows one of the great tragedies of this situation. Arnheid died because of war, because of the devastation and consequences of war, and all that comes with it, and now, in his rage and anger at the situation, Einar is apparently twisting her memory to justify his refusal to yield. What happened to Arnheid always threatened to awaken in Einar this sort of vengeful rage at the injustice of the world, because of course what happened to her was totally unjust, and he understandably sees their situation now as unjust as well, likely equating fighting back against the Lnu somehow as fighting back against what happened to Arnheid. He can't bear to just let it pass anymore.

I really am interested to see how this impact and affects his relationship with Thorfinn. I think, if the story approaches it from a realistic perspective, this might be the beginning of the end of their friendship. And there's something uniquely tragic about that, since Einar is the first person to ever give Thorfinn a sense of purpose outside his own quest for revenge against Askeladd, that helped him develop into the pacifist philosophy that's dictated the last, several years of his life.

Awesome chapter, and it sets up such high stakes. Let's hope the next, few chapters live up to it.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Okay. Hm. Throwing an idea at a wall.

Rose gives Cass a job at Macro Cosmos Media. She works there for a number of years until she's "placed under new management". As in she gets fired and placed under macro cosmos living. Which requires her to move all the way to Wedgehurst. Carol would be maybe. 13-14 at this time? In addition to all of that, Carol has become online friends with either Hop, Naomi or both. They've become something they would look forward to after a long day. Their friendship grew a lot, so when they tell you the duo that they're moving to Wedgehurst they're like "omg!". So once Carol moves to Wedgehurst,Hop and Naomi meet up with them! Their friendship builds from there.

....( Looks at what I just wrote). Hrm. I feel like this, too, is a bit convoluted. Why was Cass fired if she's been working there for as long as she did. Why was she moved to Cosmos Living?

See the way I see Carol is that they aren't in deep with the Einar and Ramírez family. Their bond with Hop and Naomi is deep but it's not like they were their childhood friends. At least how I always saw it. Also I just. See Carol as a city kid. Like a big city kid, nothing like Wedgehurst lol. Aka, Raihan. Hgbfvfbgbjb.

Sigh. I'll work on it. Good to get my thoughts out anyway.

[kamaitachi-hime666]

favorite things about the new palia update:

- two-story house - I’ve literally been putting off building up my house at all bc the floor plan I created in my mind revolved around the house being two stories lol

- BOOKS !!!!!!! WE CAN BUY BOOKS !!!!!!! I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING A LIBRARY SO THANK GOD THATS SUCH A CUTE ADDITION

- PATHWAYS GOD BLESS

- MORE EINAR CONTENT ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[shajaah]

ooc. einar's ways of fighting

he'll default to using his two issued guns at first and if something were to happen, he will use his sword. sometimes a situation demands that he gets up and close and thats when his magitek arm comes into play. it is mostly his trump card since it can act like his defense in tricky situations. his magitek arm got several features that can turn the table in his favor. he is good at hand to hand combat so even if he didn't use the features of his arm, he can still keep up. there is a chance he can pilot a magitek armor if needed but he prefers fighting on land (because this way, he can spare people and make sure he can save some. not everyone on the battlefield wanted to fight after all.)

[sentofight]

What memory would your OC rather just forget? einar hihi && How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want? for whoever u feel !! && How does your OC behave when enraged? feiruz !

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

TECHNICALLY, HE FORGOT ALL THE BAD THINGS BECAUSE HELLO CRYSTAL. but. hm. oh. when he shot @crownofsmiles Sora's leggies to stop her (and arrest her) weheheh. forever want to go back in time and punch his old self before he did that.

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

HMMM. keeping it short to all of them.

Einar, enough to not cross any ethical or human rights (question mark). He will do anything, but within logic and reason.

Roland, similar to Einar but that's what he wants to think, but honestly, he is too soft inside to 'scheme or plan' so in the normal limit. UNLESS it is something related to Lucina, then he will lose his marbles and comment a crusade for his sister.

Sohrab, chill guy. He's not eager to get anything if he can't pursue it within calculated steps. If his plan works then good, if it didn't, scrap it and work on something else. no biggie. life got more fishes in the water. though, there would be certain times he will be the most stubborn person you ever see, especially if it is alchemist related and its ethical use.

Feiruz, ........ she gives up rather easy. She knows that is one of her flaws but she can't help it. She had often given up on things for others because "oh. they need it more. they want it more. it is better with them than me. etc." though one thing probably she will not give up no matter what...love. if she loves someone hell can break loose before she gives up on the person she truly love so yeah she will be a little selfish for her love.

jokull, polar bear chilling style. though he got this ... weird perseverance when he gets interested in something or someone. he's very pacifist person so he won't try to do something that will endanger anyone.

yeong because she is kind of oc lmao, anything within her hunter code of conduct. yes, she can get a little bit feral but she knows she is hunter after all. better act like a proper one.

ren, oh. ohnhon. crazy lad. if he was left for his own device will do crazy things. what to expect from a guy who is his father is l/indow and got the aragmi cells in him haha.

throwing aiden because i will work on her bio again, someday. She's the 'do anything as long as it helps my cause'. she'll not 'harm or kill' but stealing and causing problems type. ain't her problem if you cant keep your stuff secured.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

crying. she is soft and sensitive child. in the back of her mind, she thinks she has no right to be angry but at the same time since she had never expressed herself strongly, she is conflicted at how she should 'be angry'. She just ..cries.

Edgy/misc OC ask meme  || accepting || @toestalucia

[spacejellycreates]

Side Quests of a Light Elf - Chapter 5

Steve drags Einar outside to play in the snow, and they end up having the time of their life!

This chapter features snowball fights, snowman building, and sledding on the Captain America shield :)

Tag list (See my pinned for info!):

@fraudfrogz @wiggles-mcgee @nothoughtsgayboy @dobry-slimak @biblically-accurate-chaos

@emilytheghostwitch @shortergaything @bhawk-goose @thegeniusidiotnstickmerchant3728

[etherealspacejelly]

ok so. i have a bunch of chapters written for Side Quests of a Light Elf, and im gonna let you guys choose what order i post them in :)

dont worry if your favourite doesnt win though, i will probably be posting them all by the end of next week anyway!

here are the summaries:

Einar meets Daredevil for the first time! He comforts them after a nightmare, despite their best efforts to convince him they dont need his help. Very sweet and fluffy.

Einar plays in the snow for the first time! Avengers family bonding vibes. Silly and lighthearted. Includes snowball fights, snowman building, and sledding on the Captain America shield!

There is a power cut in the Avengers Tower (or possibly the Compound. it is unspecified) in the middle of winter, and it starts to get pretty cold. Steve helps Einar warm up using his abnormally high body temperature. Tooth rotting fluff ensues!

Tag list: (let me know if you would like to be added or removed!)

@fraudfrogz @wiggles-mcgee @nothoughtsgayboy @dobry-slimak @biblically-accurate-chaos

@emilytheghostwitch @shortergaything @cipherdragon @bhawk-goose @thegeniusidiotnstickmerchant3728

(+ @hylianengineer since i figure you would want to vote too!)

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I took this screenshot last night and I forget what triggered this face but I love Hassian so much. Once I got him to level 3 friendship he really started letting down his walls. (We're courting now too. Flirting, basically, but also a bit more formalized from what I can tell. Early stages of dating? Idk.)

Some fun snatches of character building I've gotten: As a child, he didn't belong to any village and he kinda misses the feeling of being tied down or something like that. Like he misses being a wandering spirit and not having ties. Also, all he ever wanted in life was a purpose in life(I THINK), a hearth to call his own, and someone to share it with, and why was that so hard to find? Darling... (Cause you chose the wrong woman first, with champagne problems)

(As I delve into the lore I feel Foolish One/Champagne Problems/Message in a Bottle for Tamala/Hassian OH and August. I still think WCS might be on there but we'll have to see)

(I can't wait to see if I'll get more info from Kenyatta and Nai'o when I get to lvl 3 for them. Nai'o has also become super flirty with me and I'm like. I have no interest in trying to steal you from Kenyatta, cool it off, dude. But he's sweet. Reth and Tish are also up to Lvl 2. Very interesting stuff(I know the story to some degree). And Jina and Einar duh. Did you know Hekla didn't know the sun until Jina took her out of storage :( I love this town so much.)

But this was so much fun. WAIT no I remember. I did his lvl 3 friendship quest of finding his poetry and when he asked if I enjoyed the poems I said I loved them and he made this face in shock. Honestly me too bby. Me too when people like my writing. Or show they care about me.