#ONLY BRYNHILDR CAN LOVE VLAD

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Reveal thy thoughts on Hagen for the ask meme. If there is nothing, Kriemhild and/or Siegfried will substitute.

Hagen I know of, but I don’t think I have strong enough thoughts on him to do a whole thing. I do feel bad for him for similar reasons that I feel bad for Siegfried, all 3 of then deserved a happier and more peaceful time to live in. For similar reasons I can’t do Kriemhild (although I’ll mention her a bit) so Siegfried it is!

Siegfried as a fun fact was my gold servant and the reason I kept playing this game at all! Initially I hated fate, mainly because my friend wouldn’t shut up about it and I disliked all the genderbending. But just having this super cool looking and nice guy helping me kill dragons and stuff kept my interested, I have fond memories of him beating the shit out of wyverns in orleans.

Favorite Thing

I’m a big fan of how he took personal responsibility for how he acted in life, and not only regrets what he did but takes it as an opportunity to move forward. As an example, I like Ryouma but his constant air of “well I kinda regretted that happened, but I don’t really know what do so I won’t do anything at all!” Always grated me, especially with how he’s never really called out. While Siegfried always felt like he took his mistakes as an opportunity to improve.

I don’t know a ton about Traum, but the ending really sells that aspect of him to me. In general I despise when servants for seemingly no reason go “well I have to betray/fight you for (insert reason)!” Because it always feels so hamfisted. Hated it with Babbage, hated it with Caenis, hate it in general. But with Siegfried it just feels right. He waits until the day is saved, when the grails are retrieved, because all he cares about saving humanity as a hero. But, when that’s over it feels right he’d want to fight with Kriemhild, because he does love her, and wanted to prove it. It just feels like exactly what Siegfried always wanted to do, the one wish the grail couldn’t give to him.

Least Favorite

Can rhe cuck/ntr meme with Altera die in a hole and rot please?

brOTP

Can I say Sieg? I suppose it’s more father son than bros but I think they’re really fun together, and wish we got to see them more.

OTP

Kriemhild, I’m a slut for canon couples and from what I’ve seen of them they’re really cute. I love how it doesn’t go the direction of Artemis and Orion where it’s a question of if they even love each other most of the time. If Kriemhild didn’t want to be with Siegfried he would leave her be, but they do still love each other, and Kriemhild forgives him.

Before Kriem was added Hokusai and Siegfried was a pet ship of mine, her complete thirst for Siegfried was funny.

Also before Sigurd was added I thought Siegfried and Brynhildr could’ve been fun, just them eventually going “close enough” and falling in love.

There are also some cute comics with Jeanne alter- mhm anyway I’m getting off track!

nOTP

Nowadays any non Kriemhild ship nowadays for the most part, none in particular I despise, although as a personal thing I never understood the ship with Vlad.

Random Headcanon

Siegfried and Kriemhild go on double dates with Sigurd and Brynhildr, and Kriemhild is very embarrassed most of the time. Also he’s a better dragonslayer specifically than Sigurd but doesn’t like to brag about it.

Favorite picture of them

This one by kankan33333 strikes the perfect mix of cute and badass

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drop the pole dancing Lancers post my good dude

Okay here are my Hot Takes!

Cu - Never tried before but the moment someone implies he can’t he’s Determined to prove them wrong

Elizabeth - Yes but legally not allowed to

Benkei - Weirdly into it but isn’t actually good

Proto Cu - Has tried while drunk but never sober. He’ll get back to you on this

Leonidas - He gets embarassed at the mere mention of trying. Hard no he’ll cry

Romulus - He grabbed the pole and pulled so hard he bent it and then vacated the room to escape blame

Hector - One half-hearted hip thrust

Scathach - Yes but only because it’s good exercise for her

Diarmuid - Yes. He chooses not to, so everyone assumes he can’t

Arturia Alter - Knows the basics

Karna - Yes and he does brag about it by giving smug looks

Fionn - He has all this wisdom and knowledge but he can’t poledance to save his life. Still has fun with it though

Brynhildr - Only when she’s drunk

Li Shuwen - No and he’s mad about it

Arturia - The basics and one hip thrust motion

Tamamo - Knows all the fun moves but doesn’t do the sexy ones

Kiyohime - Exclusively knows the sexy ones

Vlad - A body roll after he’s had a few drinks

J’eanne - No

Enkidu - One of the best at it tbh

Medusa - Legally not allowed but also nah

Jaguar Man - Yes and openly brags about it

Raikou - Nope! She got a cramp the first and only time she ever tried and never did it since

Parvati - Can climb it and hang from it but no spins

Inshun - Yes he fucking loves it

Nezha - Acts like she can but actually can’t

Ereshkigal - Acts like she can’t but actually can

Valkyrie - Yes

Ibaraki - She can but everyone screams “NO”

Liangyu - Nope

Bradamante - Also no!

Nagao - Yes

Gareth - Yes but is embarassed to admit it

Mysterious Ego - Isn’t interested in it at all

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The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together? What would they be like as parents? How do they apologize to each other after an argument? (ofc I gotta go BrynVlad. cough)

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@voyvodas.

The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?

✕   Brynhildr has taken to a habit of being with Vlad as much as possible, so she has infiltrated his personal quarters quite thoroughly. She is more often found there than her own quarters, humming and embroidering and either being with Vlad while he’s there or waiting for him to return from wherever he went where she could not follow. They’re the type of couple that can sit and talk for hours about everything under the sun — Brynhildr is very interested in everything her hero has to say, his opinions, his stories about his life, everything. She perceives him as very worldly, educated, and intelligent, and really enjoys listening to what he has to say. They are also quite comfortable with silence, capable of sitting beside each other for long periods without sharing a word while occupied with other things. They fall asleep together quite often accidentally on his bed in the middle of these conversations (because Brynhildr could listen to him speak well into the evening), which is where she chooses to perch herself on the edge of when she is with him. Not only do they fall asleep accidentally together on his bed, but it is most often a deliberate choice, as well. She prefers to sleep with him in his bed each night than by herself in her own.

What would they be like as parents?

✕  Marrying and having children with her darling hero is Brynhildr’s greatest dream. The domestic life of a wife and mother was something she always wanted ever since it had been prophesied, and she never really achieved it during her mortal life. If, by stroke of miracle, it was possible for Heroic Spirits to have children with each other, one can bet that Brynhildr would want four or five or six children with Vlad. Immediately. She loves him, and now that she is sure that he loves her back – they are essentially married from her perspective, and with marriage comes children. 

As a parent, Brynhildr would be extremely excited throughout pregnancy, the epitome of a happy and proud woman. The only thing she would ever want to talk about would be her baby, her husband, baby names, the life that they were going to live together, and how they were going going to train their child to be a great hero like their father.

Once they actually have children, Brynhildr would suddenly become extremely hesitant — an entire shift from how she behaved during pregnancy. She did not do so well with her only child in her mortal life, and she would be absolutely terrified of making the same mistakes (slaughtering everyone and inadvertently abandoning the baby to be all alone in the world). How could she touch something pure and good, how could an innocent baby want her love? How could she hold a baby knowing the monster that she is, deep down? Vlad would have to reassure her day in and day out that she is fine, that their children are fine, and that everything was going to be okay. Vlad would be a very protective and caring father, cheerful, even, though perhaps a little rough-around-the-edges. He, too, would have sincere doubts about himself in much the same vein as Brynhildr, but he is able to combat them better than she is. Both assure the other that they are the best father/mother they could ever ask for for their children, but Brynhildr struggles a little more than Vlad because she entirely failed as a mother the first time around. Together, they would struggle at times like any other parents, but Vlad would be able to encourage Brynhildr to be the mom that she was always destined to be. And if this family existed in Chaldea, everyone is seeing baby pictures all the time. Happy family!

How do they apologize to each other after an argument?

✕   If the argument is really bad, a real knock-out drag-out fight between them (short of actually spilling blood), Brynhildr would avoid Vlad entirely until she is ready to apologize. She is very forgiving with those she cares about, but Brynhildr also carries a lot of shame in her heart. She would convince herself that whatever happened between them, no matter what it was, was her fault. 

At that point, she would apologize immediately if she wasn’t so afraid that he was going to leave her. Brynhildr has been abandoned by the two most important men in her life before — her father, and then her former husband. To her, when anyone (but moreso, a man) is upset with her, they’re going to abandon her. They are going to leave her and no longer want her in their life. That is how it has been for her twice now, so that is how it will always be. So if she gets into a bad argument with Vlad, she is absolutely terrified that he is going to abandon her like everyone else has. Brynhildr needs to work up the courage to face him first, but when she does, she would approach him and keep her eyes averted while she makes her plea, soft words and fiddling hands while she takes on all the blame and fault for whatever happens and gently pleas for him to stay with her. 

Vlad, though a generally unforgiving and harsh man, has a soft spot for Brynhildr OBVIOUSLY, and he would likely tell her that it is fine, maybe that they should forget that it ever happened, and that’s that. He knows her well enough by now to know that she will always take on the blame to herself but fights it every time — he also takes on all the blame and fault and assures her that it is all on him. Both individuals are extreme, in that regard. Both view the other as nearly as perfect a person can be, and they view themselves in a not-so-great light, so it is always their own fault. Vlad believes it is all on him, Brynhildr believes it is all on her. Brynhildr usually apologizes first, and once the issue is resolved (or chosen to be ignored), it is rarely, if ever, revisited. After making up, Brynhildr is extra sweet on Vlad as a way to make up for her mistake — more kisses, more poems, more hand-holding, more everything.

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❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

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✕   I don’t mean to sound arrogant or full of myself, but I’ve been pretty proud of all of my interactions so far for Brynhildr. I’ve never written anything where I’m like… oh, wow, I hope no one who follows me catches this. I’ve been wishfully hoping that everyone reads everything Brynhildr’s ever done, haha!

I do have a few favorites, though. Not necessarily threads, but I do really love Brynhildr’s interactions with Arthur, the Vlads, Siegfried, and (although we’ve only exchanged two replies?) Fionn. Brynhildr and Arthur have got the sweetest ship going on, and it gives me all the fluffy feels. The Vlads challenge her in new and exciting ways every time they meet. Siegfried and Brynhildr interactions are just Classic™. And with regards to Fionn… They’re just so curious and excited to meet someone from their own time period? It’s super cute. Fionn mentioned a battle he took part in to defend his land from marauding Northmen and Brynhildr got to be all ‘I was there, lol!’ and it was so adorable. I haven’t been able to write her interacting with someone from her own time period yet! Someone who she could have potentially met in life! 

I’m also a total sucker for fight threads. So right now, Brynhildr’s doin’ a fightem with Achilles and Cu Chulainn in two different threads and I love it. I love fight threads; I think I have a pretty good grasp of who Brynhildr can and cannot defeat. I’m expecting her to be defeated by Achilles, of course, but when looking at their respective statistics, she and Cu seem to be pretty even? Am I delusional? It’s a toss up. In that thread, though, he threw Gae Bolg at her and she had the bright idea to go to the spear instead of letting it come to her. Because she should never be allowed to make her own decisions. Will she be split in half? Will she knock it out of the sky? Will it be a draw? Who knows. I don’t. I’m looking forward to that response right now. ^v^/

Give me all the threads set during Grail Wars. Please.

I love all my interactions !!!

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Drabble { inspired by ( x ) with @voyvodas​ } . 

✕   The sound of wood being delicately carved was the only music in the cold room that belonged to Brynhildr. Her personal space to exist in this lifetime. There wasn’t much inside. A narrow bed. A bare side table with only a candle. Embroidery projects sat neatly on the floor in the corner, alongside very few personal effects, mostly small sewn gifts from a friend that she treasured dearly. Brynhildr herself knelt in front of her bed, free of all her armor and barefoot in her black underdress, knees together while she worked. Wood chippings and sinews littered the floor around her. 

Finally, a knife fell to the floor with a metallic clamor, and Brynhildr held her small carving of Freyja in her hand, looking down at it with a hesitant expression.

She hadn’t done this... in a very long time... In fact, she wasn’t sure if she was even worthy of doing so... She took a slow and deep breath, wavering because of her anxiety, and slowly sat the little carving of Freyja onto her bed at eye level.

Brynhildr stared at the small face of a wooden woman, falling down the small detailed arms and to her round pregnant belly, then back to her face. Freyja would likely have preferred a much larger effigy, but this was all Brynhildr could manage discretely... and even this was created out of a large wooden ladle that she had stolen from a kitchen. Freyja would have patience for her, Brynhildr hoped... so she took her time to collect herself before speaking.

“Greater goddess Freyja... ... ... I... I am unsure if you remember me... after all this time... but ... I am Brynhildr... I’ve returned to life once more in a... different incarnation, but... I am still the same Valkyrie Brynhildr that you sent Sigurd to... ... ...,” she said, pausing to bit her cheek. Sigurd. She blinked many times and looked down in frustration. 

“I... beg your patience... but you have sent love to me again... and... I find it is an almost impossible love... You have directed my heart towards a devout Christian man... and I do not understand it, but... his Christian god doesn’t love him anymore, or so he says... You have made me love a man incapable of loving me back as he is at the mercy of his own god... ... ... I wonder if this is further punishment... if the All-Father is forcing your hand against me... We were such good friends, Freyja...,” she said, trailing quietly, a hand reaching up to push away a wayward tear that had appeared.

Greater gods, that hurt to say. She had... almost forgotten that she and Freyja had been so close... Freyja was always very heavily associated with the Valkyries, though not a Valkyrie herself. They had fought wars together, celebrated victory together...

The finger that had caught the tear was now wet, so she ran it along her thigh to dry it off, looking back at the wooden face. “I... ... ... am not sure of why I am trying to speak with you, Freyja... I am sure Odin will not let you so easily hear me... Perhaps I just wanted to speak with an old friend for a moment about my heartache... ... ... If you can... please do not let me be dissuaded... He is worth all the pain I could ever endure... ... ...,” she said, before giving a sad breath of a laugh. “... So... I thank you... for sending me to him... You are kind and merciful, Freyja... Thank you...”

She nodded weakly and sucked on her cheek. The easy part was over. 

She took a deep breath through parted lips, her chest rising and falling very slowly and with difficulty. Keeping her eyes on the small wooden woman, Brynhildr reached down to a figure that was still on the floor beside her. With a trembling hand, she turned the effigy of Freyja around, fearing that the carved eyes would watch her --- and with her other hand, she raised a small wooden cross and stood it against Freyja’s back. 

A Christian cross. It looked so foreign to Brynhildr. Slowly, she let go of it once she was sure that it would stand on its own to face her. Another deep breath. She... was so unsure... Her gods would not like this...

Her fingers laced together in front of her chest, cracking her knuckles and squeezing her fingers while she stared at the cross with uncertainty. She did not know where to begin... So... perhaps a good place to start would be to introduce herself...?

“Ah... ... ... Christian god...? I am Brynhildr...?” she said quietly, feeling silly to be speaking to a cross. It did not even have a face... ? How did this work... ? She waited a second, waiting for something... before nothing... and decided to continue. “I am... not a Christian... I am sorry... but... I just... I... I apologize, I... ... ...”

Too much fumbling. She should just get to it. She took another deep breath and continued, in a much smoother voice, though quieter than ever.

“Vlad is praying to you... and he doesn’t think you can hear him... I... I just thought you should know that... ... ... ... He is... struggling... --- And he says that he needs your love to find him, and he won’t let me help and he would probably be upset with me if he could see me right now but I want to help him so here I am...,” she rushed. 

Vlad might be angry about this... She wouldn’t tell him a word. She was probably doing this all wrong and she was certain he wouldn’t like that. She swallowed and continued.

“So... I just want to know... if there is anything I can do... for you to help him and love him again...? If I need to sacrifice an ox or... Or, no --- I read that you don’t like sacrifices, I am sorry...” she corrected herself sheepishly. “... I thought to talk to you because I am selfish and I love him dearly... and I want him to be able to freely love me, too... but... I also just want him to be happy... with or without me... and I know he cannot be truly happy without you... so... I... I just...” 

... she trailed. She did not know what else to say... She knew she was speaking in circles. She had so much to say and had no idea of how to say it. 

Her bottom lip trembled, but she only lowered her eyes from the cross for a second before looking up again. “I think he said that praying to you would help him get communion from you... I... don’t know what that word means... but... if he is praying to you to help himself get your love back... then I will pray to you, too... to help him.”

That... seemed enough. How did one end praying to the Christian god? Could she just end there...? She had said all she needed to say... She should have done more research before doing this... 

She expected the the first time to be difficult... and she was still unsure if this little cross could actually hear her or not... but she nodded once to herself and lowered her eyes, slowly turning where she knelt on the floor to rest her back against her bed, looking down at her long pale legs in the dying light, her heart pounding out of her chest. 

She felt hollow. Helpless. A little better than before, but still hurt...

This felt so wrong, but she did not know what else to do. Even if it did not help at all, at least she tried.

She should probably light her candle... but she was just going to sit here for a while... and wonder if Vlad was receiving his god’s love yet.

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"What is it, love? You have been looking through the window for a while now." There was a thunderstorm outside, he raised his eyes at her curious why she watched it so intently.

@voyvodas.

✕   Brynhildr heard her darling’s curiosity, but continued to look out the window for a few more seconds, not entirely wanting to tear her eyes away from the dark gray clouds, nor the hazy appearance of distant rain over the land outside Chaldea. Eventually, her dreamy expression shifted to a small smile as she turned her head to look at Vlad, taking a deep breath and sighing gently through her nose. 

“It’s just my brother, Vlad…,” she softly answered him. “My brother… Thor… He is the god of thunder and storms… … … Can you hear his hammer? He is raging… or perhaps celebrating…”

She turned her head to look back out the window, continuing, “I am sure… that like all of my family, he, too, has forgotten me, but… He was my favorite brother… And I like to pretend that… storms that I find myself in are his way of speaking to me… … … I am probably just being silly, but… I like to dream… … … I am sorry to have come all the way to your quarters… only to stare out your window… My darling… forgive me…”

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@draconiantepes

Like he was a young lad who had witnessed a shooting star for the very first time in his life, his expression brightened in joy when she showed interest in the crosses decorating his room. For once the maddened red shone with wonder, not bloodlust.

            “Ah! I am so glad you ask!”

Not a pause of a breath waited, he began. Her curiosity undid all valves on his admiration and a torrent of it poured from his lips.

            “These crosses are the symbol of my faith. ‘tis the symbol of atonement, the eternal reminder that God’s love is infinite and that all can find salvation through the sacrifice of the blood of His Son who died upon such a cross. A sign of the victory of love and forgiveness over sin and that all who open their hearts will find their way to paradise… to me there is no greater icon in the world. They are also wards against evil… one is never wrong to keep a cross nearby.”

✕    Brynhildr stood stiffly in the center of the room, looking around at all of the crosses to be seen while he answered her with a level of passion that she had not yet heard from him... 

There were so many... of these... crosses... on his walls...  She had seen these in the Christian monasteries that she and her people ransacked and raided for treasure for four centuries. They had taken these crosses, usually gold and jeweled, from the necks of the Christian priests before slaughtering them... 

They had been... a strange people, these Christians of their monasteries... All men, no women, and not a weapon to be found. 

She considered all of this while listening to him attentively... 

Atonement... Salvation? Was his god literally named God? As in, only one? What about other gods? Did he not have a god of the harvest, a god of fertility? Of war? Ah, his son! Brynhildr knew that part; her own father, the great god Odin, had many sons, to include her brothers Thor and Baldr. 

And these crosses warded off evil... so they were magical? She though the Christians didn’t like magic! How wrong she was! Was Vlad... afraid of evil, to keep so many?

She stepped closer to one particular cross and examined it with a slightly tilted head, violet eyes roaming the edges with wonder. “Why would your god allow his son to die...? And... how can the son of a god die? Was he not a god himself?” she asked, turning to look at him.