#Mother Astrid

[imageingrunge]

criminal of me to abandoned her gp

[cheerleaderman]

Day 23 the wilted Rose

[blaithnne]

You guys ever think about the fact that Astrid was willing to die for Johanna without a second thought. Do you ever think about the fact that she would've. And she wouldn't for a second have regretted it. Do you ever think about how she missed out on so much of her niece's life, tucked away in Toføten and leaving her all alone not because she didn't care, but because she cared SO much. She couldn't leave those mounds for more than a few days to visit, because they frighten her baby niece, so someone's got to keep watch. Even if she knows nothing will come out, she'll make a thousand charms to keep her safe. Even if they wont work all the way out there in Trolberg or the wilderness, because that little girl is all she has left and she's so small and she needs her protecting. And the years have gone by and she can count on one hand the amount of times she's held her in her arms since her parents died but she's still so small. She's towering over her but she's still so small. Those fairy mounds still scare her and they scare Astrid too. She'll miss out on her life in a heartbeat if it means she gets to live it peacefully. Lose her if it means she gets to protect her. Die if it means she gets to live. Do you ever think about them.

[angelunderheaven]

motherless daughters searching for a mother figure in every middle aged woman they meet

photographed by hannah starkey, untitled, october 1998

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I kinda agree with astrid on disliking the night mother, i mean, in Oblivion the night mother is the reason the DB falls apart, she doesn't bother to tell the listener who the traitor is and lets him kill most of the brotherhood.

[violetasteracademic]

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Thinking about how Calder went to extreme lengths to transform himself into a dragon (made armor based on it, tattood his literal entire body, kidnapped people just to have Hiccup and Toothless be his missing fire and wings) while Hiccup is seen as Other throughout the franchise without even trying.

[cigarettefawn]

♱ when i wake up in my makeup (intro) <3

♰ astrid, bisexual, infp, music luvr, afro indian, minor.

♰ lana del rey, the smashing pumpkins, mazzy star, ethel cain, chappell roan, cocteau twins, jeff buckley, fiona apple, crystal castles, pastel ghost, imogen heap, marina, hole, etc

♰ mia goth, witchcraft, winona ryder, films, letterboxd, pinterest, christina ricci <3

dni: porn blogs, -phobes, racists, bigots, l*lita/older men romanticizers, etc. x

[therentyoupay]

hiii kris! i am a long time fan and your fanfiction is probably the only fanfiction I still follow to this day because your right is just TEWWW GOOD. i wondered if you have ever envisaged what Astrid/Elsa meeting for the first time would be like? either modern AU or a crossover within their universes? i recently watched HTTYD 2 and noticed a lot of parallels and also a lot of differences between them - but ultimately thought - what would they even think of each other? how would they interact?

HI thank you so much. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏 ilu 💕💕💕💕 thank you so much for this super sweet ask and your SUPER SWEET WORDS.

also, GAH, i love this idea. i had definitely considered their potential interactions in the context of rotbtfd settings (and i briefly briefly played around with a modern/magical-realism/mermaid!au take on this in frosted sea glass, but as those who have read the story already know, elsa has a very complicated dynamic with the others, astrid included). but now that you've brought up this idea, with a specific focus on the two of them in particular...? how might a friendship begin? an alliance? i am intrigued, i am intrigued, thank you for this. 💕

I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE ANOTHER FICLET/ONE-SHOT AHHHHHHHHHH

also, FULL DISCLOSURE, to be absolutely honest, if you’d asked me this question 4 days ago, i would have had a completely different vision/response. (maybe i’ll still write this other version one day???) however... 3 days ago, i reblogged a fanart of elsa with her own ice dragon, and it’s been living RENT FREEEE in my head ever since, so, therefore, my reply to this ask, in this moment, is HEAVILY INFLUENCED and very much inspired by this gorgeous fanart on twitter/X from @Kiddo_hah (which i found from a re-post shared by @humongoustreemoon). i, too, have reposted the fanart inside this ask for dramatic effect™ but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be sure to GO TO THE twitter/x POST (linked again at the bottom of the ficlet too) and like, reply, and share this glorious creation, especially since i don’t have a twitter myself, thank you thank you 💕💕💕💕

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only honor ;

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“I know, I know!” Astrid urged Stormfly forward, patting her neck and gritting through the unnatural chill, the sharp-like blades of wind on the skin not protected by her armor. “Almost there!”

Stormfly cried out—willing, trusting, but cold, and she ain’t happy about it—charging forward, her powerful wings slicing through the frigid air as they neared the towering ice fortress.

Her eyes catalogued potential weaknesses, entry points, barriers. It’s not like Valka’s old hideaway… The structure loomed on the horizon, its crisp spires piercing the bright white sky. It’s so… unnatural… 

Unliked the Ice Beast’s jagged spikes, these constructions were symmetrical—crystalline. 

Hiccup—where are you!

Astrid decided on their entry point and swooped down to surge through the crevasse —for better or worse.  

The biting winds were replaced with a bone-deep chill, and with a screech, Stormfly instinctively slowed their pace to mitigate the burn. Astrid’s armor was not comfortable, but removing it was not an option. What is this place? The deeper they ventured into the glacier, the more Astrid’s breath crystallized in the air. Impossibly, the bright ice around them shifted and shimmered as they flew past—as though the ice itself was breathing. 

As if it were alive. 

“I know, I know,” Astrid soothed Stormfly, but they couldn’t leave, not yet. “Don’t you feel that?”

And she knew the Nadder could; there, at the center of the structure, a pulse of power—something ancient and formidable.

Another Ice King?

Stormfly slowed to nothing more than a glide as they slipped into what could only be the deep core. This far inside the glacier's cavernous heart, there was no wind, no sound; only eerie, imposing, suffocating silence… save for the occasional cracks and bending twangs of the glacier, in the haunting song that only ice sing.

“Hiccup!” Astrid called out, unable to bear it, but although her voice echoed through the ice tunnels, there was no response. Astrid carefully surveyed the walls, searching for breaks, for sign of weakness, but the ice was immovable, vast. Astrid swallowed down the fear, the instinct to stay quiet, lest the ice respond, and crack, and break.

Was this a mistake?

—no. You’re here now. 

Face it.

But what she found within the heart of the glacier was neither the hulking form of an ice beast nor the hollow emptiness she had feared.

What she found—was a face.

At the core of the glacier was a throne of ice upon a frozen dais, delicate yet commanding... atop which sat a figure draped in flowing robes as pale as the snow. Her garments were soft and flowing and light—better suited for autumn or spring, rather than the deepest core of a glacier. Astrid knew, beyond all doubt, that this creature… was not human.

Not human, not human, how, how, not human—

Stormfly drew back, screeching a warning, as Astrid's keen, analyzing, calculating gaze took in the sight of the woman—a monster in disguise?—at the center of this impossible fortress. The woman—this being—stared back.

Despite the Nadder’s every instinct, Stormfly followed Astrid’s formidable will and took them to the icy floor before the impossible throne. Without letting her nerves overwhelm her, before she had the chance to doubt, Astrid dismounted in a single fluid motion, her axe at the ready; this deep into the glacier’s core, the metal was already showing signs of burgeoning frost.

Although she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, exactly, she still hadn’t believed that the figure would rise from her throne. The woman lifted herself, her movements graceful yet commanding. Unnatural.

Astrid tightened her grip on her axe, ready to defend.

“You are lost,” said the woman. Her melodious, soft voice carried all throughout the cavern, against and through the reflective ice. All at once, the walls and floor seemed to shimmer with sunrise hues—glimmers of soft pinks, light blues, fresh lilacs. 

Her hair, as white as the frost itself, cascaded down her shoulders, crowned with intricate icicles that sparkled in the dim light. But it was her eyes—cool, piercing blue, as light as the glacial ice itself, and glowing with the same unnatural power—

“I am seeking someone,” Astrid announced loudly, fiercely, with more bravado than she felt. Not human, not human, not human— “A man, riding a black dragon. His trail led me here.”

The woman’s surprise seemed genuine, but Astrid wasn’t ready to trust.

(Who are you! What are you!)

“I’m sorry,” the woman said, with soft confusion, with (feigned?) sympathy. Astrid’s gloved hand, her cold and aching fingers, tightened over the wooden handle of her axe. The air was so cold, Astrid half-wondered if the metal blad might simply shatter at first contact. Stay calm, stay calm, not human, not human—

The woman's expression softened slightly, as if hearing Astrid’s very thoughts. 

“You are safe from me, warrior,” she promised, and Astrid carefully eyed the sympathetic slant of her brows, the reassuring tilt of her smile. Astrid inhaled, unsure, and exhaled, determined. “But you should not be here.”

“I’ll be on my way,” the words left Astrid’s throat before she could piece the puzzle together, “as soon as you explain who… and what… you are.”

The woman’s smile disappeared; the soft line of her mouth flattened into something stiff, her gaze hardening, sharpening. The air seemed colder.  

“You must leave,” said the woman, soft yet unmistakably a command. “Your friend is not here. Leave at once and forget this place. I shall not be here if you return.” 

Thousands of questions begged to spill from Astrid’s lips, but the woman—the queen?—turned her back on her—Astrid’s hackles instinctively raised at the slight, at the offense, at the dismissal—and she glided across the perfect, unmarred ice back to her throne. Astrid stepped forward, compelled into action, as the woman lowered herself on the seat with an unnatural, eerie grace. 

“Please!” Astrid’s face twisted with confusion, with indignation, with annoyance, and—although she’d never dare—perhaps a tiny bit of trepidation. “You may not have sensed him, but I know he’s here. We were—that is—our home is under attack.”

The woman—she must be a Queen, she must have been, she must be—looked on, her eyes widening, as Astrid dared move even closer, approaching the dais. Astrid hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But there was something in the Queen’s presence—a strange, cold purity of truth that persuaded her to speak. 

Her instincts had never steered her wrong… so far.

“The carnage led us north, where we found destruction all through the frozen lands… There was a sign of struggle, a great battle—we thought… we thought the damage was borne from an Alpha—an Ice King,” she admitted. 

The queen’s smile was faint but genuine—and a little bit sharp.

“I am no Alpha. And I am no King.”

Astrid was in no danger, but its prospect hovered in the air, tingling on her skin, threatening the possibility.

“Please,” Astrid insisted. “I’ll leave you be,” she declared, not knowing if it was a lie. “Tell me what you know of the battle that took place outside these walls—who you faced, and how—so that I can find him. I’ll never return.”

From the way the woman’s brow raised archly, it seemed both of them seemed to sense the mistruth in Astrid’s claim; the Queen’s chin raised, considering; her keen eyes, defiant. Sharp. Astute.

Damn. Only honesty, then. No trickery.

Only honor, and duty, and valor.

“I will tell you what I know,” said the ice Queen. “But you will not like what you hear.”

Astrid swallowed, brow furrowed, and nodded. Her armor was growing frost, and it was starting to sting.

“I am bound to the ice,” she declared, and her expression slipped into something cold, something aloof. “As I have been, for an age… I know nothing of your politics, your land disputes, and I no longer care for anything beyond these walls. But I can confirm that when unwanted visitors encroach upon that which is mine—I shall respond in kind.”

“So… it was you?”

Behind her, the air itself seemed to shimmer, and then crack—like a frozen lake underfoot. 

Astrid’s breath hitched as she watched the very essence of the ice condense, swirling like a storm gathering strength. 

From nothingness, a massive form began to materialize— 

Astrid gasped escaped her, as Stormfly shrieked, as the unnatural surge of power took shape, coalescing into the distinct outline of a dragon.

Its form—its body?—a thing of haunting beauty, shimmering with unnatural, almost ethereal light as it slinked forward. The dragon's head was massive and menacing, its piercing eyes glowing with an intense, cold light. 

Its mouth was filled with sharp, ice-like teeth, lined within a jaw no doubt capable of unleashing a blizzard with a single breath. The ice demon of a dragon let out a piercing, shrieking warning call—to Astrid, to Stormfly, who was furiously cowering and spitting at the stranger’s might, unable to summon flames in so deep a cold—but from its horrible, beautiful maw, the ice dragon spat frost like sparks.

Astrid breathed hard, trying to keep her heartbeat steady as it leered forward, curling itself protectively around the throne and the woman upon it, its mighty claws never once gauged the perfect ice beneath. The beast's wings expanded, curling about the dais, each membrane almost translucent, laced with veins of ice.

Astrid was highly aware of Stormfly’s extreme displeasure, of Stormfly’s fright and distrust, even with her confidence in Astrid’s steady presence.

Look, Stormfly, look, she willed silently to the Nadder behind her, as she stared at the ice dragon's scales—a deep, frigid blue, glistening like frozen crystals in the pale light, rolling from deep indigos to pale lavenders. Don’t you see? Maybe this is what we were looking for—maybe she’s…

The ice around her rippled with power and, Astrid realized, in that moment—

She was the ice.

The ice dragon—is her!

Astrid’s heart raced. Is this—is she—an Alpha, after all? (A new, unknown species? Is she the dragon, or is it a part of her? An extension of her? The power emanating from this Queen and her dragon was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Hiccup! Did you see?

Were you here?

Do you know!)

“What are you? Who are you?” Astrid demanded, breath shaky, awed and alarmed as the ice dragon coiled more fully around the Ice Queen, radiating calm menace—and a deep, deep core of protection. Stormfly growled lowly, still clicking her displeasure, but fell briefly subdued when the veil of danger lessened... despite the ice dragon's dark, eerie presence. 

This is it! Astrid's mind whirled through the possibilities, the calculations. If they could convince her to join them—if Astrid could convince her that they should be allies—

The Queen’s gaze held hers, steady and calm, as she folded her hands delicately atop her lap, resting upon her knees. 

“I was once known as the Snow Queen,” she intoned, her voice steeped in quiet, ancient power, now impossible to ignore. “But those days are lost to time… and you, Dragon Warrior, stand in my domain. If you wish to find your friend, you must listen to the counsel, and the warning, I shall grant you.”

Ignoring her better judgments, yet heeding her instincts—

Astrid did.

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please go like/repost/comment on, etc. this gorgeous fanart on twitter/X from @Kiddo_hah (which i found from a re-post shared by @humongoustreemoon). PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be sure to GO TO THE twitter/x POST and engage and spread the love, especially since i don’t have a twitter account myself, thank you thank youuuu~💕🙏🙏🙏🙏✨

[archi-pelago]

its been a long day dont look at me. gross kissing below

[thewickedjenny]

“What is the music of life?”

Dark Brotherhood trinket tray! (Also works great just to display on a plate stand or something!) This was a fun challenge, I’m really proud of the big skull. Check out this piece in my Etsy shop!

If you repost anywhere, please credit me wherever you do so. I put a lot of work into my pieces. ✨💀🎨

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

My long ass headcanon for The Dark Brotherhood

The Dark Brotherhood is actually being manipulated by The Night Mother

See they don't kill for Sithis but they think they do

Sithis is the embodiment of nothing it wants nothing as it cares not for the affairs of mortals because it is the nothing it is the void it doesn't care that there is an entire murder cult that kills in it's name because it wants nothing

The Night Mother isn't real she isn't the bride of Sithis she never had children from Sithis she never killed this kids for Sithis and she was never killed by townspeople hell she's not even a real corpse she only takes on the appearance of a mummified dunmer corpse

This is due to the fact that The Night Mother is actually Mephala

This to me seems like something Mephala would do being the daedric prince of deceit

Have a murder cult that kills for her but makes them think she is the dead bride of some unholy god of death when that unholy god of death isn't actually a god of death but a god of nothingness and they actually kill for her rather than Sithis

Now you may be wondering "well why does Mephala only speak to The Listener? And if Sithis doesn't care about anything related to mortals why does Lucien Lachance say Sithis doesn't want Cicero dead?" Well those who are The Listener mostly end up also being Mephala's champion so if she wants to appoint someone as Listener she would have to deem them worthy so that's why she only speaks to The Listener

As for Lachance it could go two different ways

Either Mephala is tricking Lachance and making him think he is in The Void and knows what Sithis wants when it is actually Mephala's realm of Oblivion and he is actually knowing what she wants instead of Sithis but he thinks it's Sithis OR Lachance's ghost could not actually be Lachance's ghost and be another one of Mephala's acts of deceit or could be one of Mephala's daedra disguised as Lachance

Now why does Mephala want Cicero alive? Because due to his obsession with the old ways of The Brotherhood it makes him more easy for Mephala to control unlike Astrid and the other members of The Brotherhood and once Astrid is dead it makes the other members of The Brotherhood easier to manipulate and carry out Mephala's willn

As for The Black Sacrament it's not a prayer/ritual to Sithis or The Night Mother but a ritual to Mephala

You may have also noticed I use it/its/itself pronouns for Sithis

This is because Sithis doesn't have a gender because it would be kinda odd if the god of nothing and The Void had a gender imo

[lovelyllamasblog]

Ivy Eden 🌳

Parent: Mother Nature

Powerful Qualities: Fierce, Independent, Authentic

Roommate: Astrid Blomst

Secret Heart’s Desire: To travel the world and learn all about the different plants that grow there.

My “Magic” Touch: I can hear the Earth, and I know all her secrets. If I look at a plant once, I can grow again, though there are conditions to my magic, like the environment the plant needs to thrive.

Storybook Romance Status: No one really. I prefer to be alone with my plants.

“Oh Curses!” Moment: If I’m not careful, my emotions can affect the plants around me. Believe it or not, plants are very receptive to emotions.

Favorite Subject: Environmental Magic. I love learning how to grow magical plants and herbs.

Least Favorite Subject: None. There’s always something new to learn and I love it!

Best Friends Forever After: Sandra Castle, Maple Spinner, Missie Muffet, and Linda Vorm. My roommate, Astrid, and I like to work in the school’s greenhouse together after school.

Pet: My pet butterfly, Terra, is just as free spirited as me.

[blaithnne]

If Astrid had just told Johanna about her parents from the start the entirety of the season 3 conflict could’ve been avoided and far more importantly, Anders would have been mauled to death by a troll. She fumbled so hard

[angelunderheaven]

"you still belong to me"

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Astrid, when the Night Mother is brought to the Sanctuary: Damn girl, you're looking uncanny and just a little off in a way I can't put my finger on but I just know something isn't quite right.