#Sigrun's parents

[pupkinpumpkin]

I really love the idea of my Cousland and Alistair having kids bc Elena definitely insists on having a reunion at least every 2 years, so every 2 years, these kids meet their "aunts and uncles" which consist of...

- The Divine

- The Arishok

- Possessed grandma

- The Witch of the Wilds

- A drunk (he is the third most normal person there)

- An ex assassin who tried to kill your parents

- A big rock

- The son of the man who killed your grandparents

- A terrorist

- A corpse who is also the terrorist

- Grey DeLisle

- The most normal person there (Sigrun)

- Your actual uncle Fergus

And of course...

- Your dog

They all bicker and fight like children and then happily say they'll be back next time

It's probably the weirdest those kids ever see their parents

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

[thewardenisonthecase]

who's the companion your da charas get along with the worst and why

oh this is lowkey hard because i have issues so all my girls kinda get along well with everyone but:

Anneliese - I think to some degree its Oghren? Like the thing is that she thinks he's so pathetic she kinda pities him and it leads to them being able to have somewhat of a camaderie. But whenever Oghren starts being weird about women, she gets two steps from kicking him. I have an HC that when Oghren began harassing Sigrun, anneliese grabbed his beard and promised to rip it off his face if he didnt stop.

Elizabeth - Sebastian, but only because i have never been able to fully develop their relationship (i never was able to max out his rivalry or friendship. will try to do so in this run). I think its mostly because elizabeth is very critical of the chantry and has a lot of resentment for it and it makes it hard for her when sebastian begins talking about it for her to hear it bc its like. boy oh boy i wish that the chantry was this nice institution that took me in and listened to me instead of making my family be on the run our whole lives-

Asala - i will try to salvage it on my next run but lowkey Vivienne solely because of that one post IHW convo where they talked about templars and such. If not viv, lowkey, Iron Bull but only early on and solely because it really hurt her when he said she wasnt qunari and bc she was really wary of him due to him being a ben-hassrath. like she straight up refused to tell him anything about her life or parents out of fear his people might come looking. she does get over that eventually tho.

im not including dawn in this one bc my god i do not remember

[rosie-kairi]

Hello I heard an excuse to ask about Rosemary and the seedlings

Who proposed, Rosemary or Ephemer? How long were they dating? How long were they married before they decided to have kids?

Which of the kids are keyblade wielders? Who takes the brunt of the social obligations as a famous family? Who spends the most time with each parent? Which kids end up having kids themselves?

What position do you envision Rosemary having in the rebuilding of Scala? How does she feel knowing that Lauriam is lost somewhere in time and will likely outlive her? How does she honor Strelitzia's memory? Does she know the full truth of the situation, that the public wouldn't? Does she forgive Ventus for his part in it?

Rosemary and Ephemer get married around their early to mid 20's, I think. Rosemary is about 1-2 years older than Ephemer, so I'm thinking maybe 22 + 24? Ephemer being around 16 at the end of khux and her being 17-going-on-18 sounds about right. Probably don't start dating until at least a year of knowing each other. (Ephemer not wanting to jump right into a close relationship out of fear of losing her/feeling like he's using her to soothe his guilt due to her similarities with Lauriam). Idk.

Anyway, the story of their marriage is a very funny one that can be summed up thusly:

Ephemer proposes to her pretty much on the spot after this. I imagine it would be mostly due to a lot of the public probably having more.. traditional values? Basically, Ephemer doesn't need people judging him for having children born out of wedlock when he's trying to build a society from the ground up. But it's also something he had been wanting to do but didn't know the right time for. So they get married soon after, and if the kids are born only a handful of months after the wedding instead of at least 9, who's to say?

As for the kids, I think they'd all wind up with keyblades at one point or another. I don't think Nico is much of a fighter, though, so he doesn't see reason to use it unless absolutely necessary. Reggie, as the oldest, takes on most of Ephemer's responsibilities once she's old enough. The other two help out as well, but they're also busy running around the various worlds trying to gauge the extent of the damage the keyblade war caused, for science and for funsies.

June is very much a daddy's girl, and Nico's a momma's boy. Reggie has no real "favorite" parent, but if asked she'd probably say Rosemary as well. They all love each other equally, but it's clear who took after who on the family tree lol. As for their kids, I think all three of them have at least one. June carries the Belrose family name which eventually leads to Sigrun in DR, and Nicolai somehow leads to the creation of good ol' Nort.

Rosemary's role in the rebuilding of Scala is being the person doing all of the talking. Growing up in a well-respected southern family has taught Rosemary her fair share of conversational tactics to get someone to agree to exactly what you want them to. Call it manipulative, but she does it mostly through being very very polite. You just can't say no to a face like hers, and she's asking you so so nicely. Ephemer eventually finds his footing as leader, but everyone always listens to Rosemary.

With regards to her cousins, Rosemary probably doesn't know all of the details. Ephemer tells her most things but leaves out some of the stuff that he'd think would really wreck her emotionally. So, as far as she is concerned, Lauriam and Strelitzia are dead dead. No Coming back, she can only hope to see them in whatever afterlife exists in KH. She honors them by creating multiple gardens in their names and treats them with the utmost care. Her and Ephy probably have statues of them put up in the gardens, or maybe something meant to represent them.

As for Ventus, I think Ephemer would explain it to her in the best terms a non-wielder could understand. There was this kid, he was lonely, Lauriam embraced him as a brother in the absence of Strelitzia, but then it came out that the kid had accidentally caused Strelitzia's death. They're probably the only two that know that last bit, as Ephemer saw no reason to stain the poor kid's legacy with that, knowing that'd it would probably be twisted over the years and lose the "unintentional" part. So, I think Rosemary understands that Ventus didn't want Strelitzia to die. I think Rosemary would wish she could've been there for him, at least a little bit. Roads not taken, and all that.

[pc-corner]

First foray into the fandom...

Well it took me some time, but I'm finally working on my tumblr queue. Thanks for @curator-on-ao3 for tagging me on my first foray into a fandom. And I thought long and hard for that. Apart from a few exceptions I actually only and ever wrote for Star Trek. But today I want to post something that I wrote for a Fandom that is not Star Trek.

As I cannot decide between two, you get two. :D

The first is a still unfinished fic that I did for the amazing webcomic Stand Still Stay Silent by the Finno-Swedish artist Minna Sundberg about a ragtag crew of people having to delve into the "silent world", that is the world after a pandemic has turned most humans and animals into monsters. If you like Sci-Fi, magic and a Scandinavian turn I can wholeheartedly recommend this comic. I ship the "parents" of the mission Sigrun Eide, a Norwegian gung-ho soldier and Mikkel Madsen, a Danish jack-of-all trades.

One day, Mikkel was standing outside doing the laundry. It was a fine, clear winter day and the danger seemed as remote as it could possibly be. Lalli probably was sleeping, Tuuri and Reynir were inside and Emil was patrolling. A noise startled Mikkel and he turned around to see Sigrun in the entrance of the tank. Her arm was still in the splint but her hip allowed her to walk again. “We should talk,” she said matter-of-factly and joined him. He sighed and nodded. “Look, if it’s about…” She stood upright and looked him straight in the eye. “Do you want to fuck me?” Mikkel let the laundry fall back in the cauldron and stared at her. “WHAT?!” He blushed. “What… what are you talking about?” he stammered. She sighed and shook her head. “I’m asking you now if you have felt or are feeling a desire to have sex with me.” Her voice had the tone as if talking to a small child. Mikkel suddenly found the floor much more interesting. He scolded himself for his carelessness. Now he got the reprimand he deserved. Finally, he found the courage to look at her again. “Why do you ask?” he muttered. “For faen, you Danish ox!” She cast up her healthy arm in exasperation. “Stop fidgeting, will you?! I’m asking one last time!”

from "Vekst (Growth)".

The second foray is into "The Librarians", the magical TV series from 2014-2018 that lets me know that every HR is actually the Minotaur's labyrinth and that I sold to colleagues and friends with exactly that sales pitch. Flynn/Eve, unpublished.

It shouldn’t have happened. But that was probably a tough expectation to have in a world where magic was real. Nevertheless it shouldn’t have happened. And yet it had. They had been careful. They had used every precaution to prevent the exact same thing from happening that now mocked Colonel Eve Baird in the form of a positive pregnancy test. But the longer she stared at the goddamn thing, willing reality away, the more it manifested, the more the little plus appeared. She was on birth control ever since joining the military and she was diligent about it. Not only as a soldier but also as a Guardian a pregnancy was off the table. It was antithetical to her line of work. A baby would not only hinder her mobility and abilities to perform at her job while she was carrying it - after that poor thing was born it was a liability for a set of parents who worked in a high-risk environment. And conversely what Flynn and her were doing was a danger to the child because it wasn’t the first time that dark and sinister forces were after them. It made them vulnerable, a target. And there was no doubt whatsoever that Flynn was the father. None. But Flynn was a lot of things - except careless. He had insisted on condoms on top of her birth control, because he knew what was at stake - maybe even better than Eve herself. At least he had managed to survive for years before the Library had chosen her as a Guardian. Eve strengthened her grip around that piece of plastic in her hand, pushing the blood out of her knuckles.

In case you wondered: I can only write three tropes and it's not dependent on fandom.

I tag @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @strkamand, @cnroth, @cheile, @coffee-in-that-nebula, @enterprise-come-in and anyone else that I'm forgetting at 00:18 AM.

[choccy-zefirka]

oooh yay I saw the OC post before I got in bed so I can say that I am Fascinated by yvie! love what I've gleaned of her character, and I think the fact that she's a half dwarf half elf is sooo interesting 👀

Awww sweet dreams!!!

Yvie is the Character of All Time! If her neighbor lost a cat in the Alps Frostbacks, she'd go looking for it so fast!

She comes from a large family of Orlesian surfacer dwarves (the Kaders), which took in her dad (Lavellan), a city elf who came looking for work in their orchard and ended up marrying her mom. Thus I tag her as Kader and Lavellan interchangeably!

They struggled financially for a while, as they wanted to set up a business selling home-made jams and preserves but it did not really take off because of human prejudice. At one point, Yvie's big sister Julie even attempted to join the Carta, figuring that the snooty Orzammar types would not be above trying out surface food — but was recruited into the Wardens before the life of a smuggler really sucked her in. She managed quite well for herself, and ended up Warden Commander in Vigil's Keep in Ferelden, sending her parents whatever material aid her heroic work allowed her to obtain. Yvie, still just barely out of her teens, idolized her, and ran away from home at one point to become a hero like her sister! She hanged around in Amaranthine for a bit, making friends with the Awakening gang and trying out wacky things like dyeing her hair and getting a tattoo — but also witnessed The Horrors of darkspawn, which changed something within her forever.

She was eventually sent home, and her mother was both distraught and furious at her escapade (while her younger sister Odette, future Rook, listened to Yvie's stories with the same starry eyes as Yvie had once listened to Julie, which concerned Yvie). At the same time, Yvie and Julie's new connections finally allowed the Kaders to turn into respectable merchants with devoted customers in Orlais and parts of Ferelden. They were even selected to be among the provisioners at the Conclave, which Yvie attended as a family representative, thus getting tangled up in the whole Inquisition mess!

Getting the Mark turned her into a semi-mage, in that she is only able to cast magic by singing (something something the Veil being a resonance). Thus, she is technically a rogue on the battlefield, dutifully applying the skills she learned from Sigrun, but when things calm down somewhat, she gladly sings to soothe her companions' wounds.

She speaks with a soft, velvety Orlesian accent, and her native language is a rural dialect of Orlesian that sometimes stumps Vivienne, a non-native speaker whose Orlesian is flawless but follows the official courtly standard. Her hometown's/family homestead's aesthetic is loosely Mediterranean inspired, and while her base skin tone is within the "golden olive" range (think people from Italy, Spain or southern France), her face and hands are much more deeply tanned as she has spent so much of her life working outside.

Overall, she is my darling bean and I am always happy to talk about her

[falling-aster]

WHAT DID REGULUS I'S WIFE DO?

Basically Sigrun used Amortentia on him and forced him to have two children with him. She used it for aprox. 15 years every day, which affected gravely to his mental health.

The reputation of her family, the Breitenbach family, was in shambles after three of her uncles and aunts married non pure-bloods, so they needed a prestigious family to hold onto and recover from it. Sigrun had the idea of love potions because she knew no one would question a young woman "in love" giving something to her loved one. After that she tried to isolate him completely from his family and move him with her to Germany, where she was from, but his parents didn't allow it (and she knew better to go against Lord and Lady Black's desires). They had two children: Araminta Meliflua and Altair Apodis. They were twins, and very similar to their mother.

Regulus ended up "waking up" when she fell ill and was bedridden for a few weeks, so she couldn't prepare the potion and neither could the elves. Once he didn't remember almost anything of that time period, so he didn't knew how to act with her or the children. When Sigrun realized she tried to continue with the potions like nothing happened, but he abandoned her and their children.

He hid on June Lupin's house and she helped him to exit the country to protect him of the Breitenbach's threats. They ended up in the United States. For their own protection they got married (their relationship was still completely platonic and almost sibling-like) and changed both of their names to Marcus and Charlotte Odonnell.

[lazybulette]

Atisha Surana

Full Name: Atisha Surana Name Meaning: peaceful (atisha) Notable Nicknames: Tish Race: City Elf Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her Sexuality: Bisexual Age: 20 Place of Origin: Kinloch Hold, Ferelden’s Circle Tower - Denerim's alienage before that Occupation: Grey Warden - Warden-Commander of Ferelden, arlessa of Amaranthine Background: Circle Mage Class: Mage (Arcane Warrior, Battlemage) Past Occupations: Apprentice and star pupil of the First Enchanter Significant Other: Zevran Best Friend(s): Morrigan, Alistair Close Friends: Sten, Leliana, Wynne, Shale, Oghren, Jowen, Nathaniel, Anders, Justice, Velanna, Sigrun, Ariane, Finn Pet(s): Fenrir the mabari war hound Family Issues: Atisha has very little knowledge about her family, having been brought to the Circle at a young age. She knows she’s from an alienage, she thinks that her mother loved her very much, and she can vaguely remember the lullaby her mother used to sing to her (due to the fact she used to whisper-sing it to herself for comfort as a little girl). She practically adopted Irving as her parental substitute. Religious Views: While Atisha is very skilled at appearing to be a devout follower of Andrastianism on the surface, primarely to avoid awkward questions, she has no particularly strong feelings about religion and has in fact drifted further away from it after leaving the Tower. Overall Personality: Atisha is a very intelligent and studious person, having thrived in the academia of the Tower, as well as having an incredible drive to succeed. She is very proud of her intelligence, although she works hard not to become over-confident and is very diligent overall. Relying on her soft-spoken mannerisms and silver tongue to stay out of trouble where she can, she is an incredibly curious person to the point it’s often what lands her in trouble. She enjoys philosophy and hearing others’ world views, and tends to be very open-minded towards it even when she disagrees, finding different perspectives refreshing and considering it as something to help her grow and learn. Confident in her own abilities and incredibly stubborn, she is incredibly determined and goal-oriented with a tendency towards being very decisive - at times ruthlessly so, favoring hedging her bets in the face of adversity. While she is dutiful, she has come to love the freedom and vast array of experiences outside the Tower, and has grown to want to see as much of the world as possible, to experience as many different things as they can. She is very flirty, having a tendency to flirt casually, as well as being quite prone to leaning into sassy banter - especially with close friends. Unabashedly feminine, and adores novelty, delighted to find new ways to express herself. Positive Traits:

Polite and approachable

Diplomatic voice of reason

Open-minded, wants to learn from others

Charming

Easy going and difficult to get a rise out of

Loyal

Negative Traits:

Manipulative (increasingly so)

Prioritizes ruthlessly

Exceedingly curious and cannot resist poking hornets nests (real or metaphorical)

Prone to back-talking non-elves and/or non-mages in positions of power

Anxious when her academic knowledge is lacking

Self-esteem entirely reliant on being knowledgeable and intelligent

Notable Equipment: Spellweaver, Fade Wall, Corrupted Magister's Staff, Wade's Superior Dragonbone Plate Armor set, Helm of Honnleath, The Spellward, Lifegiver, Golden Cog, Andruil's Blessing Notable Skills: Master Coercion, Master Combat Training, Master Clarity Notable Spells: Arcane Shield, Arcane Mastery, Elemental Mastery, Attunement, Time Spiral, Combat Magic, Aura of Might, Fade Shroud, Draining Aura, Hand of Winter, Stoic, Winter’s Grasp, Frost Weapons, Cone of Cold, Blizzard, Flame Blast, Fireball, Inferno, Glyph of Paralysis, Glyph of Neutralization, Drain Life, Death Magic, Curse of Mortality, Death Cloud, Vulnerability Hex, Affliction Hex, Misdirection Hex, Death Hex, Mind Blast, Crushing Prison

Status: Alive

[remycroft]

Cross my Heart, Hope you die || Heimdall (GoW) X Reader

Prologue

I woke up to the sound of Chaurli lifting himself and my mother coming through. I left my room immediately and was shocked when I saw a dead body in her arms. She looked heartbroken, nevermind, heartbroken wasn't the correct term. She looked completely destroyed. Was this Baldur in her arms?

I had never met my half-brother, only heard of him constantly. My mother wanted him to come back to us, for us to be a family here, in Midgard. She wanted me to meet him, I suppose now I was. "Is this who I think it is?"

"It is. But he's gone, taken from me, from us." She spoke, stifling her tears, her voice was breaking.

"By whom?"

"Kratos, that monster snapper his neck. and Atreus, I constantly told him to tell his father to stop but he wouldn't, then he made him vulnerable, took away the enchantment." Atreus couldn't be part of this, he was good. I had met him a few times, he was a sweet, innocent boy. His father was a mystery to me, he was a foreigner, obviously, and he was protective over his son but that's pretty much all I could gather from him. He was a true stoic. "Atreus surely couldn't have done this." I say gesturing to the cold body now laid on our kitchen table. "He helped his father, he will be given some mercy but his father will not." Her voice was no longer broken, it was angry, distant, cold. It wasn't the voice of the loving mother I had known, it was the grieving one I was about to

"What does 'some mercy' mean?" This seemed unlike my mother, she wouldn't hurt a fly, she quite literally couldn't, after what Odin did to her. "He will be offered a quick death." Shit.

"You can't even hurt them, your curse." I remind her, "Let me take care of that, you will go out of the protection stave," What? She was actually allowing me to leave, I had been told not to, the stave was the only thing protecting me from Odin. He wanted my mother alone and in despair, I stopped that.

"While I break these curses, you will tell other mortals that Kratos is the cause of Fimbulwinter and killing him will stop it." Fimbulwinter had started? I looked outside the window, it truly was snowing. It was snowing quite heavily, as well. So what happens next? Ragnarok, the great battle where so many people die and the nine realms are forged a new.

I nod, I didn't know Kratos well but I cared for Atreus. I doubt the mortals can harm them though, they were strong, powerful, true warriors. I doubt the mortals could leave a scratch on them.

"Now, we need to build a funeral pyre. He would want an Aesir funeral." The thought made me want to throw up, I didn't care for the Aesir, in fact I hated all of them. Like I said, Odin wanted my mother alone and in despair, so he had my father killed before I was born, I also hated him for what he did to her, at least I was there to take care of her. My mother missed her home, missed everything Odin had taken from her, including my dad. I had been there when she broke, she still does sometimes, and I'm always there telling her that everything will be okay. I sometimes asked her to leave the stave so I could try, she said it was too dangerous.

~

The pyre was built. My mother had wrapped his body up in cloth and laid it on the funeral pyre, "Are you sure Atreus can't be spared?" I ask her, "He's only a kid." Her face softened, "I'll think about it, for you. I don't want to lose another child because of my bad parenting." So she wasn't angry at Kratos entirely, it was herself too. "Your not a bad parent, look at me, I'm fine."

"But he's not, he is dead, just like the norns had said. I drove him away because I was scared to lose him. Now it's happened and I have now lost so many centuries with my son." But those lost centuries gave her me, wasn't that a good thing in all the bad?

~

I went out of the stave for the first time, the week after, alone. My mother had gone off to find Sigrun and help her break the curses placed on her.

I found Midgard, empty, desolate. Mortals did exist here didn't they? It was nice to have some independence. I had been trained and protected by mother for the one hundred and seventeen years I had lived, it was nice to not be under her wing for at least a few moments.

I found a camp of people, they were huddled in a cave, it was nice and warm, they seemed kind. Maybe I could make a friend? Since I have now lost Atreus.

How naive could I get? Friends are not what you need when you're facing the gods damn apocalypse.

Hi, I hope you enjoyed this. I originally started this on AO3 but wanted to move it to Tumblr.

I started it September 2nd after writing it once and then hated it for how fast paced it was so you may have read it already.

[haljathefangirlcat]

Scandinavian sources say a lot more about Sigurd/Siegfried's family situation than German ones. He has three older brothers: the first, Sinfjotli, was their dad Sigmund's designated sidekick; the second, Helgi, got into a reincarnation romance with a valkyrie named Sigrun, who loved him to the point of trying to make love with his ghost on top of his grave mound; the third, Hamund, isn't too significant, but he did have a whole bunch of sons, including two famed vikings called Hagbard and Haki, who usurped the Swedish throne at one point, and feuded with the Danish Sikling prince Siggar, resulting in the tragic tale of Hagbard and Siggar's daughter Signy. Faroese ballads also give him a half sister Svanhild (fathered by King Alf, misidentified in the ballads as his father Hjalprek), who marries Ismal, a kinsman of Dietrich von Bern. Sigurd was out fighting dragons and waking up Valkyries at the time, what have you, and was rather pissed that Ismal didn't choose to ask his permission first, instead of getting his parents' permission and then informing him after the fact, so he forces Ismal at sword-point to go fight three dragons in a row, which Ismal does, because he wants to marry Swanhild and doesn't want to fight Sigurd. But then Swanhild cries and begs him to let up, so he swallows his pride and goes to retrieve a half-dead Ismal (who really did kill the dragons) and heal him up in time for the wedding.

All this to say, I think modern AU Sigurd/Siegfried probably has some issues over how he's estranged from his father's side of the family, and while he admires his two much older brothers, doesn't have as close a relationship with them as he would like. I imagine he gets obligatory wedding or birthday invites from Helgi and Hamund, and then hangs out in a corner feeling bad that he doesn't know any of the other people there. And that's how the Nibelung brothers actually filled a void in his life.

I always found Helgi's tale so sweet and sad... barring that one time Sinfjotli just has to go and start insulting people's masculinity, lol. I have to admit I always forget about Hamund, myself...

I didn't actually know about Svanhild and Ismal! Smash together the different "canons" a little, and you get an overprotective brother who eventually names his daughter after the sister whose husband he once beat up. It's cute! Aside from that, I just love how Faroese (and Danish) ballads always have the craziest additions and alternative takes on the heroes' families. XD

That's such a bittersweet headcanon! With his brothers all having their own individual stories and drama, I could absolutely see him looking for that kind of bond in other places. So much potential for both fluff and angst...

[heylavellan]

Rhiannon Amell

Something is wrong in Ferelden. We lost Rhiannon to their templars. When they came back a few years later, they were broken. The others cannot see it. Fragile lines along their spirit. The gods want to help, want to reach in and fill the cracks. Rhiannon is not ready. Embrae and Tyalo are fighting over them. I know they will be ready when the time comes. But first, they must rest and remember that they are back with family. -Notes from Seer Hedda

˚∘⊰⋆ about ⋆⊱∘˚

other names: Rhiannon Mountain-Heart

age: 27 (after Awakening)

pronouns: they/them

class: mage (arcane warrior, spirit healer, then battlemage)

beliefs: Avvar gods

strengths: practical, powerful, dedicated

weaknesses: stingy, tactless, outsider

family: Revka and Elior Amell (parents), Nessa, Eirian, Fausten, Grant, Seren (siblings)

Nessa was the first to go to the Circle. Rhiannon tried their best to hold their family together as their parents grieved. Then their magic manifested, and they were packed away to Kinloch Hold, to keep them separate from Nessa. Letters saved from their cousins in Lothering helped them find out that their family was in tatters: Fausten and Seren also ended up in Circles and their name was worthless. No matter: they had a new family in the Storm Bear Hold. They were the people who mattered now.

˚∘⊰⋆ thoughts on companions ⋆⊱∘˚

romance: Alistair, until he makes the final sacrifice. Falls in love with Zevran.

best friends: Velanna, Anders, Alistair

close: Morrigan, Zevran, Sigrun

associates: Oghren, Shale, Nathaniel Howe

dislike: Sten, Leliana, Wynne

˚∘⊰⋆ after the blight⋆⊱∘˚

Jowan: "He was stupid to break the oaths of the Circle. He was not strong enough. But to condemn him to a life free of joys is something I could not do."

Lily: "She punished herself for the mistakes of another. I will never understand why followers of Andraste love punishment so."

Anders: "Hedda would have loved him. Tyalo, on the other hand despised him. I was unsurprised to hear he escaped us. He was running from more than the Circle. The Grey Wardens were lucky to have him."

Nathaniel: "I cannot judge him for a crime he did not commit. He was less intense when Anders was around."

Finn: "Florian was skittish. A good head on his shoulders, but he was weak and couldn't fend for himself."

Hawke: "Even if they no longer bear the Amell name, it is good to know that someone is still out there making tales worth telling with our mark on it."

Bethany: "She helped me connect with Seren. For that I am grateful."

Carver: "One of our finest wardens. He earned the respect of his peers quickly. Velanna seems to really like him."

Cullen: "It seems strange to me that people who can barely fight off spirit possession are expected to watch over those of us who can commune with the gods. That he rejected that life seems a good omen."

˚∘⊰⋆ related works⋆⊱∘˚

Real Wife Problems - Rhi and Alistair discuss the future as the Landsmeet looms nearer.

[enbyleighlines]

Glad you had a good day! Can I request Tanith/Sigrun headcanons for 'confession'?

Oh, absolutely!!!

So since pegasus knights are all-female troops, I like to imagine that they function sort of like all girl’s schools in anime and manga, in which crushing on your cool superiors is just kinda par for the course.

Sigrun, as a natural beauty, and with her seemingly limitless kindness and compassion, has received many confessions from hopeful soldiers over the years. She gently turns them all down, and commends them on their bravery for speaking their honest feelings.

Tanith, on the other hand, hasn’t received any. The pegasus knights under her command are more inclined to fear her than harbor feelings for her, and even the few that do never muster up the courage to say anything aloud. She is also rather famously known for her disdain of love confessions in general. Any time she hears of some naive young woman confessing to Sigrun, Tanith is sure to go on a heated tangent about how juvenile it is.

That said, when she was younger, Tanith once considered confessing to Sigrun, though she never went through with it.

(Sigrun, on the other hand, noticed the way Tanith watched her on the battlefield, and was waiting for her to confess. She was quite disappointed that it never seemed to happen.)

It’s only once after they spend a lot of time co-parenting Sanaki that Sigrun realizes how easy and fun it is to make Tanith flustered. She doesn’t do it often, but even so, it helps to bridge the gap between them. And so they go from comrades in arms to friends, and from friends to lovers.

Thanks for the ask!!

[vierabathwater]

"Last time I listened to you we almost died" for... roll a dice and pick an OC!

"It's this way," Thancred insisted. His tone had a hint of irritation.

Oh no, Minfilia thought, it's happening again.

Sigrun's chakrams returned to her side after laying down a couple of overly bold Fuath. The Viera turned and gave Thancred a tight frown. It frightened Minfilia to see the usually friendly hero turn cold. "I know where I'm going, thank you."

"Do you? I think you must remember, I was here before you were." Thancred was actually several years Sigrun's junior; he referred to the time spent on this shard.

"Well last time I listened to you, we almost died." Sigrun huffed and headed down the passage.

"Are you actually still mad about that?"

"No, I just enjoy pissing you off, because obviously I do."

Minfilia folded her hands together quietly. She hated their arguments. Urianger had told her they were friends, but rarely did they act in such a way, especially when she was around. She wasn't sure what either of them made of her.

She did know of the original Minfilia, of course. But Thancred spoke of her like a sister. Sigrun, on the other hand, regarded her as something much more. The current iteration of Minfilia slowly came to realize that Sigrun had loved the original one romantically. How then, did she feel about seeing a reincarnation of her?

Sigrun had thrown a rude gesture at Thancred, prompting a barking laugh from Alisaie. She walked away to calm down, and Minfilia followed her. "I hope you don't mind," she began gingerly.

"Eh? Of course you can follow me around, dear." It hurt Sigrun to call the girl by her name. That was supposed to have belonged to one person only.

"Sigrun...is aught wrong?"

Now Sigrun realized how foolish she'd been. She was a parent herself. How would she react if she saw someone being cold and aloof to Berenice in the same situation? She sighed, and patted the girl on the shoulder. "I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind, and I think it's getting to me and Thancred."

She was dodging the real intent of the question. Minfilia bowed her head. "I understand. You've a lot of responsibilities."

"Say, how's about I treat you to dinner once this is all done? Just girl talk, so to speak."

The girl's face lit up. "I...I think I'd like that. Can it just be coffee biscuits?"

"Of course, Minfilia."

She'd finally addressed the girl properly, her name echoing in her ears. Minfilia grinned broadly. Perhaps she didn't need to worry about this Warrior of Darkness at all.

[zeeismee]

Next up in OC posting:

Syggironn Usyntyrnwyn!

(Sigrun Utherwyn)

Syggironn is the only daughter of Usyntyrn Danidoernsyn, a marauder, and Raging Blossom, a musketeer. Her parents lived on the open road with a small adventuring party including the viera arcanist Kareya Strell and the elezen lancer Oldaric Josseloux until a job turned sour. Usyntyrn and Kareya don't like to talk about what happened that day, but Syggironn knows it as the last time she saw her Ma or uncle Oldaric.

(Commissioned from Lukeinhas, also my icon!)

Usyntyrn and Kareya took young Syggironn back to Limsa Lominsa and found work there; Usyntyrn taking up work as a blacksmith and Kareya finding a position with the Arcanists' guild. For six long years Syggironn fought with her father to leave the city and wander the open road again to no avail. Work at Summerford Farms was the only escape from the maritime city-state and she took every opportunity to slip some coin away to buy her first sword. Had things turned out differently, had her father given her the chance to wander freely, she would have proudly pulled the family Axe down from the hearth and set out as a marauder; instead she bought a worn old short sword and passage to Vesper Bay. From the Thanalan port Syggironn made her way inland, traversing the treacherous deserts alone for the days-long journey until she caught the attention of a passing caravan and found passage the rest of the way as a guard.

The next few years were spent as a gladiator fighting down in the pits of the bloodsands. It was during her time in the arena that she came to be known as Sigrun Utherwyn; a gladiatorial columnist for the Mythril Eye had misheard her name during a bout and misreported it. Having had some trouble with Ul'dahns pronouncing her name already, Syggironn chose to make the misspelling her own.

From there a young mage by the name of Tenko hired her on as a bodyguard; enough a rising star to be confident of her skill, but not so much that his meager coinpurse wouldn't be able to pay for her services.

(From Coto!)

And from there her story begins! I've written snippets in the past, she has a carrd that's been neglected for some time and I might edit to add later.

[gascon-en-exil]

I do love when trolls boost my engagement numbers.

I have no idea why the Tellius video is bringing out more comments like these than usual. Shout-out especially to a third individual who left no fewer than five separate comments with such illuminating responses as "Sigrun and Tanith can't be Sanaki's co-parents because they're her subordinates and also Sephiran raised her" and "Ike's not gay he's just 'Bros and work above hoes'". The second commenter here even visited my FE7 video from last summer to call me a snowflake again. What dedication!

[finishinglinepress]

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