#also known as hilda hurricane

[not-so-rosyyy]

gagged him a bit 😭

[casuallyanidiot]

I got the Rollo card thank god lmao

I've had him in mind recently, and I also happened to find this Brazilian show from the 90s called Hilda Furacao/ Hilda Hurricane.

There's a lot of tension between two of the main characters, and there's a lot of yummy religious guilt that I think Rollo would slot so well into.

I'm picturing Rollo who falls in love with you after the events of Glomas, and he's picturing a future with you. He's got it all planned out. The two of you exchange letters for years. What can he say? He's an old school at heart, and he appreciates the meticulous dedication that it takes to detail his slowly developing feelings. He can picture you sitting in that dilapidated, rotten dorm at that vile school, writing to him with admittedly poor penmanship, and he feels his chest tighten.

He wants you by his side, safe in Fleur city away from such foul figures. He knows he must wait until after the two of you have graduated to pursue you, and after that he will marry you and join the clergy.

He of course doesn't express his intentions. To do so would be improper, but he hopes by virtue of his consistent letters you'll understand what he plans to do with you.

Of course, all his plans fall apart the second he sees you again. You're giddy from having just graduated, and he's offered you a place to stay at his apartment in the heart of the city. You're excited to see him and to explore and acclimate to your new home.

He takes you to a nearby chapel that he frequents, and he explains his desires to join the church. He doesn't mention it, but the only way he can be with you is if the two of you wed before he is inducted. It's unfortunate, but he'd do anything to have you, to be able to give into this aching, burning feeling that he's had every time he could smell your perfume on paper.

Now you're here, and he's never letting you go again.

But then he does something stupid. The two of you end up tangled in the pews. Sweat sheens on his skin, and he's clutching onto your panting form. Your back melds against the cold, polished wood, and vibrant, colored rays from the sun streaked stained glass panes filtered onto your skin.

It wasn't planned, and he freaks out in a moment of post nut clarity. He couldn't believe that you had tempted him in such a way. You had spread your legs in such a sacred hall, never mind the fact he had reciprocated. You should've known that you're alluring. You should've known that he was on the brink of pinning you to the nearest surface. It's your fault. It's your fault that he has now been tainted out of marriage.

It gets him thinking. If you've swayed such a pious man such as himself, the surely a lesser man than him would be inclined to fuck you as well. Hell, they might even feel entitled to it when he is the one who should have rightful claim.

He's dragging you to the apartment and locks you in your room, his chest heaving with panic and rage. He can't let you be with anyone else. No, no he won't allow it.

You're going to be his wife. The two of you will be wed, he'll do just as he had set out to do when he first brought you here.

[polarishq]

Meet MARINETTE LAURIDSEN. They are SEVENTY THREE years of age and hail from ORYAHOVO, BULGARIA. Marinette embodies the TRIFID NEBULA. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is MAYA HAWKE.

Trifid Nebula reminds me of a halted clock, the careless spill of blood on concrete, weight unevenly balanced on the hindlegs of a chair, brown hair slipping out of a messy bun, curious blue eyes and a tiny smirk, way too many bowls of ice cream at midnight, the overabundance of language barriers, a stack of takeout containers on the kitchen table, oversized t-shirts and boxers, an inherited stubbornness, a pretty smile and a devious mind.

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: Child injury.

The night Marinette Elaine Lauridsen was born, a black hole ripped a distant galaxy apart. Stars, comets and even a few small planets were sucked in, filling the unstoppable vacuum that marked the end of an era. Sitting bored in the waiting room with a flask of wine and an Anne Carson translation in hand, Aurorette Nix theorized that the two events were inexplicably connected. It was only natural, she said, that the child of Lucia Alberti could rip the cosmos apart with her cry. You know what they say about butterflies and hurricanes.

The first few months of Marinette’s life were uneventful in comparison. She was a cheerful child who almost never cried. Many remarked that she’d inherited her father’s undying enthusiasm and love of life. It took almost no effort to make her laugh; she woke with the crack of dawn and amused herself until her parents woke up. She was curious and adventurous before she could even crawl, always reaching for the people who would carry her furthest, pointing in all of the directions she’d never gone before. From the day Marinette was born, she was a curious girl of bursting constellations and shooting stars.

The thing about perfect children, however, was that there would always be people who doubted the sincerity. For Marinette, this person was Aurorette Nix. It was a constant point of tension between Aura and her parents; while the latter pair was thankful for such a beautiful and happy daughter, Aura constantly told them that there was something wrong with the girl. She was not normal, by human or witch standards. Aura tried to tell them that Marinette would know unspeakable agony, but neither Alaric, Lucia or anyone else wanted to hear it. After a particularly awful blowout, Aura disappeared from their lives with a pointed reminder that Alaric would know the truth if he wanted to; the fact that he didn’t even consider looking into the future was proof enough that she was right. Oblivious, Marinette watched the woman walk out of her life. After that, the Lauridsens forced their lives back into normalcy and put the ominous words behind them.

Until the day six-year-old Marinette fell down the stairs. It was sudden; it was unforeseen; it was the result of a child chasing a ball and not paying attention. Neither of her parents saw it happen. They only heard the crash, followed by a horrifying crack. When they saw what’d happened to their daughter, it felt like a nightmare. For a moment, they couldn’t think, let alone move; they could only watch the blood pool around her. Then something odd happened. Before they could panic or Alaric could reverse time, Marinette did it herself. One moment, she lied facedown in a pool of blood; the next, she’d gone back one minute in time, something she’d seen her dad do, every time he broke something. Confused but haunted by the image they’d seen, Alaric and Lucia rushed back to the stairs, only to see Marinette calmly walking this time. Unsure of what they’d witnessed, the couple called Aura; she was the one who eventually found Trifid Nebula’s mark on the back of Marinette’s neck.

After that, Marinette had to learn to be careful. Though she could mimic powers, it came at too great of a cost. Knowing that she had to be close to death to reach her fullest potential didn’t sit right with anyone. It felt unfair; it felt senseless. To Marinette, of course, it only meant that she could do anything she wanted, so long as she rewound time before she could actually die. Even with this in mind, she always made sure to be careful, if only for her parents’ sake. She watched her every step, taking care to get herself home in one piece every night. For all of her wanderlust, Marinette Lauridsen was always careful.

Right up until the day Nadezhda Steranka pulled her out of a mirror and to an alternate timeline.

Waking up to a strange girl lying beside her and an unknown man standing over her wasn’t something Marinette ever thought she’d experience, but that was exactly what happened. First, she was confused. Then, once Nadia explained — with no shortage of difficulty, by the way; Marinette had learned nine languages, but Russian was not one of them — she was angry. She’d spent her entire life being careful, making sure that she never made her parents worry about her again. Then some girl upended her entire life with a careless mistake that she had no idea how to fix. Given that Marinette hadn’t seen Nadia’s power, so much as she’d been a victim to it, she couldn’t undo it, either. With one fell swoop, Marinette lost everything she’d known, including her parents, her extended family and the girlfriend she’d hoped to marry one day.

Thirty years passed. With no way home and nowhere to go, Marinette stuck by Nadia’s side. She struggled to let go of her resentment, as it would be hard to spend countless years with someone she hated. While she never totally managed to set her anger aside, she learned to tolerate Nadia and help her figure out how to undo the spell that’d brought her here. This often meant trying to amplify Nadia’s magic, but it still never yielded any results. Even after learning how Nadia’s magic worked, she was never able to mimic it, for a myriad of reasons; one of which being that she would have to be on the brink of death to pull it off, and another being that she physically could not pull herself from this dimension into another.

She could have moved on. Honestly, it was probably in her best interest to do so. But Marinette missed her parents—- she missed her own life and she refused to let go of that. She swore to herself that she would make it home one day, no matter what it took.

Now in America — a country Marinette never wanted to visit, let alone live in — she remains Nadia’s dirty little secret. While Nadia has a comfy dorm at Polaris, Marinette has a tiny apartment in town. She does well enough to take care of herself, but she’s become moderately dependent on Nadia’s company, after all of these years. She stays out of Nadia’s business, for the most part, and never goes anywhere near Polaris, if she can help it. She’s not interested in spending too much time with Nadia, nor is she interested in going to school for magic in a timeline she doesn’t belong in. 

Most of her time is spent searching for a way home, so she frequents the library and any other places that might give her some answers. She’s a friendly and energetic girl, who doesn’t mind talking to those around her. However, she’s almost always buried in books, hoping that today will be the day something gives.

INCLINATION

The Trifid Nebula is an emission nebula, dark nebula, reflection nebula, and open cluster, all in one. Given its unusual nature, its sponsees are bound to have unusual powers. The nebula favors darkness elements, but typically doesn’t care. The one thing that all sponsees have in common is that the closer they are to dying, the stronger their magic is —- rather, the stronger their reflections are. Trifid Nebula’s sponsees are known for their mimicry; depending on how much blood they’ve shed, they can mimic any power they choose, so long as they have seen it in action before. They also serve as great magical amplifiers for those around them. Since amplification is the only gift that doesn’t come at a cost, most Trifid Nebula sponsees lean into this power and never realize the potential of the others.

CONNECTIONS

Weird Vibes: So! Marinette does not tell people her full power, because she knows it can lead to some bad things. Therefore, she only ever tells people she can do one particular thing, though that gift varies depending on who she’s talking to. But this person has noticed that she seems to have different abilities and she won’t straight up answer them when they ask about it. So they’re very suspicious and determined to figure out what the fuck is up, kyle.

Oh, Sinnerman: Somehow, this person knows exactly what Marinette can do; they know more about her powers than she does, actually. They’re subtly influencing and manipulating her into using her power for bad things. If nothing else, they can get her to do things that they’re too afraid to do. Given that she’s already sitting on a crap load of anger, it’s that much easier to lure her into dark magic. Of course, she sees the best in everyone, so she doesn’t realize what this person is doing.

Filling the role of Nadezhda Steranka’s Mirror Mirror.

Filling the role of Hilda Davies’ Unsuspecting Dog Lover.

Penned by Ricki ★

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You jump, I jump; Bard x reader

After watching the Titanic scene where Rose jumps back onto the Titanic to stay with Jack, this oneshot came to mind what if Bard’s wife gave him the black arrow instead of his son, what would Bard be willing to do to protect his wife and save his burning town. Now most of the dialogue matches the Battle of the Five armies which I do NOT own, I’m just using it for entertainment. All rights belong to their owners, I’m just using them to inspire a fic, hope you all like it :)

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The sound we all heard was like the sound of a hurricane coming from the mountain towards the town.  We all knew it could only be one thing that was coming towards us.

The dragon Smaug.

He was coming to kill us all.

All for a greedy dwarfish King who sought out to reclaim his own kingdom blinded by his own desires.

With my husband Bard arrested while he and I hid the black arrow that he had stowed away in our house, I was the only hope the children had now.

I became Bard’s second wife just recently about 5 years ago but we’ve known each other ever since we were children.  He and I grew up together in Laketown with my mother being the town’s seamstress and his father the Bargeman like he is now.  While I did feel heartbroken when he married his first wife, I couldn’t hate him nor the woman he chose and ironically she and I did become friends and made me her children’s godmother.  But ever since the sickness spread when Tilda was just a babe, Bard was heartbroken for years until that day five years ago Bard proclaimed his love for me and we ended up marrying.            

My Godmother position became step-mother and I enjoyed taking care of the children and being with the man I love.

But now I fear that our happiness will now burn in dragon fire and ruin.

As the town began to evacuate as fast as they all could, the she-elf I was told to be Tauriel said.            

“We’ve no time, we need to leave”.  She and the dwarves that stayed behind all began to pack up. ��As Sigrid helped Tilda pack what we needed I told her.

“We won’t leave. Not without my husband!”            

“If you stay here your children will die! Is that what your husband would want?” She questioned me in a command as she turned to look at me.             

I knew that she was right.             

Plus Bard’s stubbornness would force me to take the children to safety even if he wasn’t there with us.            

Once we were all ready, we went down to the steps onto our bottom docks and got on our escape boat and all piled on and the dwarves took each oar and we took off rowing down the lake to hopefully escape before Smaug unleashed his wrath upon the town.            

But it was soon too late.

The next thing I knew, I was shielding my children from the flames of Smaug and hearing the screams of agony and fear from all my friends of Laketown.     

The houses burned like a wildfire and lit up like torches in the night.  Smaug’s wrath burned with a deep passion as he lit up the town, killing innocent lives with no remorse or a second thought.             

It wasn’t until I heard Bain exclaim.            

“Da!” The girls gasped and Tilda cried out.            

“Da!” There I saw my husband and best friend up on the bell tower with a long bow and a set of arrows firing one arrow by another at the dragon hoping to bring his attention towards Bard instead of the town.            

“He hit it! He hit the dragon!” One of the dwarves called out.            

“No” said Tauriel.            

“He did! He hit his mark I saw it!”           

“His arrows cannot pierce it’s hide. I fear nothing will”.  It was then we passed the statue of the Master where I saw the boat that I had hid the black arrow just awhile ago.  I looked towards Bard on the tower who was probably down to his last arrow and knew what I had to do.             

If Bard dies, I die with him.             

Noticing a grappling hook just above me, I stood up and grabbed it and swung myself over to the docks as the dwarves and my kids all cried out for me to come back but as soon as I landed on the docks I kept running for the boat.  I threw away the fishing nets and took the black arrow into my hand and took off running for the bell tower.             

Dodging flames and falling houses in my path hoping I would get to my bargeman in time.             

Though I now bare ash marks and inhaled much smoke and felt a flame or two lick across my face and clothes, I still pushed on till I finally reached the bell tower and ran up the stairs till I finally reached Bard.            

“Bard!”            

He turned to me and immediately pulled me into a kiss before shouting at me inbetween our intense kisses.            

“(Y/n)! You’re so stupid! Why didn’t you leave?! You’re so stupid (y/n)! Why didn’t you leave!? You were suppose to leave with the kids! Why aren’t you with them!? Why?!”            

“You jump, I jump, remember?” When we were kids that saying got us through a lot of stuff.  Whether one of us was down or too stubborn to leave the other behind,              

It was our saying of that we would always be together.  No matter what.             Bard smiled softly and said.            

“Yes”.  We kissed one last time before tightly embracing each other as I sobbed to him repeatedly saying that I couldn’t leave him and he kept assuring me that he and I were now together.             

And if so then we die together.             

We separated from each other and I showed him the black arrow.  He placed his hand over mine and said.            

“(Y/n), no matter what happens you stay near me understand?”            

“I do”.  I looked behind him to see Smaug flying towards the bell tower with his back legs extended outward.  I exclaimed his name and pushed him down as Smaug grabbed the top of the tower and ripped it off exposing Bard.  He cried out my name after not seeing me and I cried out his.                        

I was now dangling by one hand off the side of the tower still gripping the black arrow with my other hand.             

Bard quickly pulled me up and set me down on the floorboard while I was frozen with fear.             

He then stood in front of me holding the black arrow in a protective, challenging stance as Smaug now landed on top of the burning city and took notice of my husband.            

“Who are you!? That would stand against me!” Smaug snarled.  Bard went for his bow only to see that it had broke in the aerial attack.             

Bard was completely defenseless.             

“Now that is a pity, what will you do now, Bowman? You are forsaken! No help will come”.  Smaug slowly crept forward towards us.  His eyes blazed with fire glowing with hatred, until he set his eyes on me.            

“Is that your mate?” I sat up in fear as I couldn’t take my eyes off this fearsome beast.  Bard turned to me worriedly then back at Smaug as he continued to say as he continued to slowly stalk toward us, “you cannot save her from the fire, she. Will. BURN!!!”            

Bard then placed the two ends of his bow and shoved them into the sides of the tower and attached the elastic creating his own windlance.  He then turned to me his eyes begging to help and even though my body was weak from inhaling the smoke and slightly burned, not to mention paralyzed with fear.       

I stood up and got in front of Bard and allowed myself to be the arrow’s balance.             

Bard pulled the arrow back as far as he could keeping his eyes on Smaug waiting for the chance to fire the arrow at the loosened scale underneath the beast’s left wing.             

I couldn’t help but shake as I could still hear the dragon coming closer but my husband assured me.            

“Stay still (y/n), stay still”.  I took a deep breath and allowed my body to relax as Smaug then taunted to Bard once again.            

“Tell me, wrench! How now do you challenge me?!”            

Bard’s eyes grew as I knew he had found his target as the dragon continued.

“You have nothing left! But you DEATH!!!” He let out a furious roar and began to charge toward us.  A roar so fearsome that it made me turn my head when a voice called me back from my fear.            

“(Y/n)! Look at me. You look at me”.  Bard’s voice comforted my fear.  His voice soft and warm and his eyes while focused on Smaug with a fierce determination to kill him, also assured me that he wasn’t going to miss and that everything would be alright if I just kept looking at him.             

My fear disappeared and I nodded with my eyes to him letting him know I would be with him.            

You jump, I jump.             

Bard pulled the arrow back just a couple inches as he told me,            

“Little to your left”.  Slowly I leaned towards my left until he said, “that’s it”.  He waited for the right moment and as soon as the scale was revealed to him. 

He then released the arrow.              

I let out a gasp as I felt the wind from the arrow zoom past my shoulder and it felt like a great burden was lifted off of me.              

Exhausted and in fear I collapsed into Bard’s arms and he reached out towards me and collected me into his arms.  We both turned to see the arrow pierce Smaug and he let out an agonizing roar but still charged toward us.            

His body grazed the tower which caused it to break and soon we were about to fall into the freezing water.  Bard kept a tight hold on me as he cried out.

“Hold on (y/n)! Don’t let go of me no matter what!!” As soon as we hit the water, the freezing cold pierced my skin like needles and tried to drag me down when Bard grabbed my hand and pulled me up onto a stray boat.

The two of us panted heavily then I felt Bard place his coat over me trying to warm me up.            

“Are you alright?”            

“Yes”. I panted as we looked at each other then he took one of the oars and began rowing out of the town and the two of us saw the dragon finally fall down upon the burning town.             

Smaug was dead.         

And my husband was the one to end his life.            

By dawn we reached the mainland to see the survivors of Laketown all trying to patch up the wounded, still trying to find their loved ones, and camps were set up as temporary homes.  Bard and I walked through the crowd of people trying to find the kids if they had made it out alive as well as trying to find someone else that I’ve been praying for who also escaped with the survivors and not amongst the dead.            

My mother, Hilda Bianca.  The seamstress of Laketown.             

At first I thought I was hearing things when I heard my mother’s voice.  I ran towards the sound of her voice with Bard calling out my name.  When I came to a clearing I saw my mother arguing with the weasel of the town Alfrid, the Master’s dirty dog who would stop at nothing to ruin my husband’s good name and make the people of Laketown more miserable than it was.  He pulled my mother back and was just about to hit her when I ran and gripped his hand as tight as I could.            

“I wouldn’t go turning on your own Alfrid. Especially on my Mother!” I snarled in his ear as I twisted him around and tripped him up on his feet sending him to the ground on his back.            

I looked to my mother and hugged her tightly and sobbed thanking to High above that she was alive.            

I also heard another familiar voice cry out from the crowd.            

“DA!” I turned to see it was Tilda along with Sigrid and Bain.            

“Come here!” Bard said as he knelt down and picked Tilda up and Bain and Sigrid said to their father and hugged him.  I smiled and leaned against my mom who then nudged me forward.            

“Go on love, be with your children, they lost one mother already, don’t make them think they lost another one”.  She then placed one of the blankets she managed to smugly out of the town before it burned and gave it to me.  I nodded to her and she kissed my forehead and backed away while I walked towards Bard and the kids.            

“MA!!” Bain cried out soon Sigrid gasped and she and Bain held onto me and Tilda reached out towards me crying out Ma over and over.  Bard handed her to me and she held onto my neck tightly.               

My mother instincts went into flash flood as I held my kids tightly and sobbed just as they did thanking that they made it out alive.             

Bard then came up behind me and the two of us held onto our children kissing them and holding them tight.            

“I thought we lost you again Ma!” Tilda whimpered.  I separated from her and said as I wiped away her tears.            

“No my little Tilda, as long as I’m here. I’ll never leave you or your brother and sister. I’m going to be here for a long time to see you grow into a beautiful young woman”.  I kissed her forehead and held her against my breast.            After Bard got his praises for killing the dragon from the town and Alfrid trying to be the good guy in saying that Bard was a born leader, but Bard denying that he was the ‘Master of Laketown’.  The town turned against Alfrid for helping the Master escape with all the gold Laketown had only to be sunk down the water when Smaug died and landed on top of his boat.            

I strongly went with the town ripping Alfrid’s limbs off but my husband being the sane one, ordered the men to let him go as he delivered his speech.            

“LOOK AROUND YOU! HAVE YOU NOT HAD YOUR FILL OF DEATH!? Winter is upon us! We must look to our own! To the sick and the helpless. Those you can stand tend to the wounded, and those who have strength left follow me. We must salvage what we can”.

“What then? What do we do then?” My mother asked,  Bard turned to her and simply said.            

“We find shelter”.            

So as it was stated, we packed up only what we needed and began our journey to seek the nearest shelter before winter struck us hard.  Bard and I were alone together when I said.            

“You know that we now have barely enough to survive on our own right?”

“I do, but whatever happens, I’ll be right there by your side to protect you, our children, and the town, remember? You jump, I jump”.  I smiled and said.

“Yes, you jump, I jump”.  We kissed each other lovingly then lead the survivors of Laketown to seek shelter within the ruins of Dale near the mountain now that the dragon was gone we could seek shelter there and try to survive.             

For Bard and I live by the code and if one of us goes, the other will follow to the ends of Middle Earth.          

You jump, I jump.