#baldr the man that you are!!!!!

[mndvx]

TWILIGHT OF THE GODS — The Bride-Price (Episode 1)  written by Eric Carrasco | directed by Zack Snyder

[theotherrichardpapen]

there being next to no established canon backstory for basically anyone in this film is tonnes of fun cause you can say stuff like 'i think nigel had a brother he accidentally killed when they were both children' and there's nothing to dispute it

[legofemme]

Kingdom hearts has a lot to say about empathy, specifically with how it relates to what is considered "human". Particularly how baldr, while human, others himself and sees himself as less than worthy of love because he can sense the emotions of others but cant feel them himself. Again and again the series tells us that emotions are "human" and lack of emotion is nonhuman, but if you look at the narrative for longer than 5 seconds you also see how the series is trying to say that that viewpoint is wrong. Empathy is just one part

[rosie-kairi]

Happy 2-year anniversary to the world's greatest Sicko. Truly a Shakespearean Tragedy. You just had to be there, man. 🎉

Anyway, who would I be if I didn't draw Baldr covered in blood. Merry Dark Road Anniversary, everyone, let's hope Missing Link satiates our thirst for content soon before we start following Baldr's example.

[11queensupreme11]

Good time of day for you, Queen! Thank you for new chapter and good man Baldr. His story was very tragic, it’s so sad Loki killed one of more decent gods in ror universe. I think, he could help Percy, if he was alive(or speedrunned to soft yandere very fast, he kind of gives of that vibe). Also you gave as sneak peak to how Loki as yandere works, and he is quite deranged, thank you. Would he try to steal Percy eyes for his doll? Now he knows how he feels about her, so his behavior around her will change too? And it's very cute how Beel tells himself, he never come close to Percy. He's devil, he's father of lies.

P.S. looks like Poseidon had his first existential crisis, while Percy was absent. Hope it's not his last😌

P.P.S I think I know what Loki sees in his drunken nightmares

IS THAT A BONER ON LOKI?? 😭😭😭

I love this so much 😭💖

his unhinged indecisive ass would TOTALLY have a nightmare AND wet dream about this dowjsndjskqjand

(and as for ur question, loki wouldn't gauge out her eyes for his percy doll, dw he wants the real thing, not the doll 😂)

[honestlyboringperson]

The mean gay and the even meaner bisexuals. And Pearl. (Persona 5 AU)

Also I just realized that Scott’s yellow eye is in the wrong socket. Eh, too late.

Southlanders

Team B.E.S.T.

Fairy Fort

Magic Mountain + Cub

More Information Below!

Scott - “Prism” - The Star Arcana - Dionysus/Sigyn

Sarcastic yet intensely devoted and loyal, Scott is known for his business “Chromia”. He sells dyed goods along with one of a kind clothing, along with the actual dyes themselves. He’s relatively well known throughout town due to his social media presence, and helps the Phantom Thieves with a calling card utilizing social media. Pearl and Scott are notable for their distaste of each other, which differs from their closeness a few years back. According to him, Scott only really joined the Phantom Thieves for his own amusement rather than agreeing with their goals.

Dionysus is Scott’s persona. Dionysus is the god of wine, revelry, orchards, and madness. I mean, Scott did join the phantom thieves for his amusement, so his persona is one of festivities. Another aspect of Dionysus is his Orphic version known as “Zagreus”. If you played Hades, you probably have an idea of who he is. He is the son of Hades and Persephone, and is the god of rebirth. The “rebirth” aspect of Zagreus can refer to the amount of times Scott barely escaped death from SEVERAL people.

Anyways, Scott’s Ultimate Persona is Sigyn, the norse goddess of mercy and compassion, and wife of the trickster god Loki. When Loki was caught and punished after he killed Baldr, he was sentenced to be tied under a venomous snake and have it’s venom fall into his eyes, Sigyn shirked his punishment by placing a bowl or basin above him to catch the venom before it falls into his eyes. However, some venom does get in his eyes when Sigyn goes to empty the bowl and Loki’s pained squirming causes earthquakes.

Pearl - “Carmine” - The Moon Arcana - Little Red/Diana

Pearl is a journalist, who often pulls all-nighters and stake-outs to get her scoops. Although chill and laidback during the night, during the day is a ball of feral neuroticism from the lack of sleep. She often finds herself in odd situations to find her scoops, usually seeking out seedy parts or town to report on the criminal activities. This also led her to meet a strange man covered in sunflowers saying she resembles his god in his religion and some oddball bar performer claiming she pushed him out of some godly realm. She is also one of the Pupil’s victims with false memories implanted in her. In this case, she believes Grian is her younger brother. She owns a little dog named “Tilly”.

Her Persona is Little Red, as in Little Red Riding Hood. More specifically, the version she and the huntsman along with her grandmother feed the wolves rocks after the huntsman cuts them out.It then dies either by drowning in a well where the rocks weigh it down or where the weight is just too much for it to handle and it dies. I mainly chose this for the ✨aesthetics✨, with a red cloak and giant terrifying wolf. I suppose it could represent the two sides of Pearl; the chill and laidback Pearl during the night and the feral (albeit kind of sad) and sleep deprived Pearl during the day.

Anyways, her Ultimate Persona is Diana, the Roman goddess of nature, hunters, wildlife, and the moon. She’s often equated with Artemis, but also has an association with Hecate, god of witchcraft due to both of them having crossroads under their dominion. Pearl could theoretically have any of these goddesses, due to their themes aligning with Pearl during Double Life where she goes kind of stir crazy and lonely. Heck, Hecate is even accompanied by a procession of dogs.

Cleo - “Ghoul” - The High Priestess Arcana - Bloody Mary/Durga

A sculptor known for her ornate, detailed, and beautifully haunting sculptures. She was one of the first people that managed to befriend Etho, most likely due to her similarly intimidating aura. She is roommates with Joe Hills, a strange man who often speaks through a puppet on his hand. She had to become more intimidating due to people with less than favourable intentions often flock to prodigy artists. However, if you have her back, she’ll have yours and will always make sure she fulfills a promise or repays a favour.

Her persona in the metaverse is Bloody Mary. She’s most known for her urban legend, where you can summon her via going into a dark room (usually a bathroom) with only a candle and reciting her name three times. Although there are several different origins she may have had, this version is specifically Mary Worth. She was a woman who lived in the woods who was accused of witchcraft. She was burning on the stake when she cursed the village, resulting in the vengeful ghost we know today.

Durga is the Hindu goddess of protection, strength, motherhood, destruction, and wars. She has the ability to unleash divine wrath on those who oppress and is often depicted riding a lion or tiger wielding multiple weapons and fighting demons. Cleo is both someone able to intimidate those into avoiding her and protecting her allies, represented by the combination of the aspects Durga represents. Also the motherhood aspect is calling back to when she was part of the c(l)ockers as the “mom”.

Gem - “Satyr” - The Strength Arcana - Atalanta/Freyja

Gem, although she may not look or act like it, is a former mercenary. She is retired, but not after making herself known through her feats of strength and her near inhuman fighting abilities. As of today however, she spends her days working as a lyricist and LARPing with her friends, as well as regularly bugging Etho. She can crush apples with her bare hands and is both well liked and feared by the rest of the phantom thieves.

Her initial persona is Atalanta, a famed hunter from Greek mythology. She was raised by bears and is the slayer of the Calydoanian Boar after Artemis wasn’t honoured with a sacrifice. She was also possibly a member of the Argonauts, where she fought along side them at the battle of Clolchis. She was a rare example of a female Greek hero in the frat house of the rest of the Greek heroes.

Her Ultimate Persona is Freyja, the Norse god of love, beauty, fertility, war, and gold. She and Odin equally spilt the soldiers who died in war into two halls, one belonging to Freyja. She wears a necklace called “Brísingamen”, obtained through trickery but was broken when she got so wrathful, the hall shook. Thor utilized said necklace to disguise as her to steal back his hammer Mjolnir.

[v-akarai]

References in Servamp

Arabian mythology

Jinn. Ch. 16

Greek mythology

Elpis. Ch. 75

Moirai. Ch. 108

Pandora. Ch. 130

Pygmalion. Ch. 123

Pandora's Box. Ch. 97

Japanese mythology

Gashadokuro. Ch. 129

Kitsune. Ch. 3

Raijin. Ch. 85

Norse mythology

Baldr. Ch. 39

Bifröst. Ch. 88

Brunhild. Ch. 88

Fimbulwinter. Ch. 40

Freya. Ch. 65

Frey. Ch. 131

Gleipnir. Ch. 101

Hati. Ch. 91, 131

Hod. Ch. 39

Hliðskjálf. Ch. 96

Idunn. Ch. 65

Loki. Ch. 15

Mimir. Ch. 29

Mjölnir. Ch. 53

Ragnarök. Ch. 101, 122, 131

Sigurd. Ch. 101

Thor. Ch. 41

Yggdrasil. Ch. 42

Biblical references

Abel. Ch. 8

Adam. Ch. 128

Boaz and Jachin. Ch. 42

Eden. Ch. 21

Eve. Ch. 1

John the Baptist. Ch. 122

Judith. Ch. 147

Lucifer. Ch. 135

Noah. Ch. 145

Nod. Ch. 29, events

Hinduism

Asura. Ch. 57.5, 89.

Tarot

The Fool - Mahiru. Ch. 50

I. The Magician – Night trio. Ch. 41

II. The High Priestess – Mikuni. Ch. 42

V. The Hierophant - Shuhei. Ch. 77

X. Wheel of Fortune - Junichiro. Ch. 53

XII. The Hanged Man - Tsurugi. Ch. 50

XV. The Devil – Shamrock. Ch. 72

XVI. The Tower - Touma. Ch. 47

XVII. The Star - Iduna. Ch. 73

XVIII. The Moon - Yumikage. Ch. 69

XX. Judgement - Mikuni. Ch. 144

Literary references

 "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 3, 4, 7, 19, 98, 122. Misono, Lily, Dodo, Mitsuki, Yamane, Hattori, Mikuni, Bad B and Good B.

"As You Like It" William Shakespeare. Ch. 10, 38.5. Mikuni's spell.

"My Fair Lady" English nursery rhyme. Ch. 10 Mikuni's spell.

"Dracula" Bram Stoker. Ch. 12, 30. Hugh.

"Romeo and Juliet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Ch. 29 Johannes.

"Through the Looking-Glass" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 29, events. Mikuni, Johannes.

"Julius Caesar" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 84. Hyde.

"Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Robert Stevenson. Ch. 23, 37. Hyde, Licht.

"Macbeth" William Shakespeare. Ch. 24, 31. Kuro, Saint Germain, Mahiru.

"Night on the Galactic Railroad" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 26, 142. Higan, Tsubaki.

"The Little Prince" Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Ch 30, 67. Kuro, Mahiru, Sloth demon, Gear, probably Jeje.

"Hamlet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 33, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"The Phantom of the Opera" Gaston Leroux. Ch. 36 Licht and Hyde technique.

"Peter and Wendy" James Barry. Ch. 44, 56, 74. Tsurugi, Touma, Mahiru.

"Ring a Ring o' Roses" nursery rhyme. Ch. 53 Junichiro's spell.

“Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens” James Barry. Ch. 53, 75. Tsurugi, Touma.

"Death in Venice" Thomas Mann. Ch. 55 Gilbert technique.

"Total Eclipse" a play by Christopher Hampton. Ch. 55 Rayscent's technique.

"The Morning of the Last Farewell" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"Spring and Asura" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"The Catcher in the Rye" Jerome Salinger. Ch. 62 Shuhei.

"Four and Twenty Blackbirds" Agatha Christie. Ch. 62 Shuhei's spell.

"Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. Ch. 62 Shamrock technique.

“The Nighhawk's Star” Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 62, 76. Shamrock technique.

"Rock-a-bye Baby" an English lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

“Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein” lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

"Who Killed Cock Robin" an English nursery rhyme. Ch. 70 Yumikage's spell.

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" Lyman Frank Baum. Ch. 70, 88. Tsukimitsu brothers’ spells.

"Daddy-Long-Legs" Jean Webster. Ch. 74. Dark Night Trio, Touma.

"King Lear" William Shakespeare. Ch. 86. Hyde.

"The House of the Sleeping Beauties" Yasunari Kawabata. Ch. 86. Iori.

"The Divine Comedy" Dante Alighieri. Ch. 118, 120, 121. Niccolo, Ildio, Gluttony demon.

“A Brute's Love” (人でなしの恋) Edogawa Rampo. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Coppelia" ballet Leo Delibes. Chapter 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Salome" Oscar Wilde. Ch. 122, 147. Mikuni, Lily.

"Turandot" opera by Giacomo Puccini based on the play by Carlo Gozzi. Ch. 129, 136. Lily.

"The Tempest" William Shakespeare. Ch. 131. Licht and Hyde.

"The Old Man and the Sea" Ernest Hemingway. Ch. 134 Hugh.

"Flowers for Algernon" Daniel Keyes. Ch. 135 Hugh.

"Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë. Ch. 136. Hokaze.

"Madama Butterfly" opera by Giacomo Puccini. Ch. 136. Lily.

"Hansel and Gretel" the Brothers Grimm. Ch. 140. Faust and Otogiri.

"Girl Hell" Yumeno Kyusaku. Ch. 147. Mikuni, Noah.

Music

"Für Elise" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 34

"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" by Johann Sebastian Bach. Ch. 125

Sonata No. 17 "Tempest" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 131

Movies

"It's a Wonderful Life" (1946). Ch. 131

"Life is Beautiful" (1997). Ch. 131

I believe this list can be expanded. Somewhere I’ve written only chaps when some reference was mentioned for the first time and omitted all further mentions.

Special thanks to hello-vampire-kitty, joydoesathing and passmeabook, because some works wouldn’t be included in the list without their observations.

[scramble-crossing]

Being in the twewy fandom while knowing nothing about Kingdom Hearts is such a bizarre experience because no one you follow is ever just a casual kh fan. They're all in the fuckin trenches crawling out every two weeks to string together some of the most incomprehensible posts to ever grace mankind's dashboard like wtf is a Baldr. Stairs? There's some bald old man named Xanax or whatever the fuck and maybe he's kissable? Every now and again someone will make a post with a really heavy emotional tone like "Omg when Glup Shitto went darkheart and Scrimbly Jim had to nort him 😭😭" and then the image below it looks like it came from a gatchalife youtube sketch. I'm glad you're all having fun I just desperately wish I understood what you're talking about like even a little bit.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Hiii, Harpy anon again.

I have more thoughts. Instead of making Idia a dog boy, I say we make him an insect. Mostly because there are some insects out there that just make sense for him. (Also because he kinda look like bug to me tbh)

For example, spiders. (Yes I know they aren't insects but they look insects and that's all that matters) Spiders specifically have a lot of significance in Greek mythology, so it would make sense for Idia (who is based off a Greek god) to have some kind of connection there. But also spiders tend to be solitary creatures, they don't live in groups and only come together during mating. And a lot of the time, during mating the males are killed by their female mates. Which..I feel like is why Idia would avoid Yuu like the plague. Because all he can think about near them is "Mate.Mate.Mate.Mate.MATE-" and he's scared if he tries anything he'll get killed immediately.

Now I don't know if we've talked about Ortho yet but I feel like he's a little robot bee. I know it doesn't really go with spider Idia but Robot bee Ortho would be so gosh darn cute. There was a study done on bee's that came to the conclusion that when bee's bump into eachother they make a little "Whoop" noise. IMAGINE BUMPING INTO BEE ORTHO AND HE JUST GOES "Whoop!"

AGSJSGAHSVSS

Ahem, sorry got carried away there for a sec. Bee's are also very protected of their hive and other bees in said hive, so I can't help but imagine if Yuu gets picked on Ortho immediately just pulls out the laser beams. Bee's can also smell fear. Giving bee Ortho this trait is like giving a toddler a glock and telling them to go do a crime. It is both horrifying and hilarious at the same time.

Robot Bee Boy.

BeeBot that makes cute noises when bumping into things.

So very cute. I don't have much to add to that except look at this cute bee butt.

Now...spooder Idia...

Did anyone else see Kar'niss from Baldr's Gate 3 and thought he was hella fine?

What kind of spider would he be? If he's one of the fluffy kinds I love the idea of his floof matching his hair. Would he have multiple eyes? Fangs on top of having those already pointy teethies?

Did you know an interesting thing that bee's and some spiders have in common his helping with pollinating plants?

Hmm drider's are usually big and people in general already don't like regular spiders very much. Poor Idia is just going to keep getting more reasons to not leave his room. 😔Oh Jeez Jamil would prob freak out seeing him.

Man, Idia and Azul have it bad. For females of both of their kind if they don't kill you after sex cuz doing the diddly works up an appetite, they might kill males that they simply rejected...or just because they got too close.

Another thing that both male octopuses and spiders have been shown to do to lower the risk is present their possible mate with food. Azul's an amazing cook with his own restaurant and Idia has a surplus of every kind of snack/junk food you can think of so at least they have that going.

Still, I would like to think that even if that happens with their kind in that world it's not nearly as bad or quite as common. Funny though to think of Idia screeching when he sees you and tossing a few bags of gummies and chips at you.

Also....to avoid getting eaten after sex some male spiders will actually tie the female up in his web and set her free after. Do with that info what you will.

Some spiders also do a mating dance, but you have a snowball's chance in hell of seeing him do that.

Still, it's just more things that get these types of nonhuman boys thinking that you the little would be the best choice when it comes to finding a mate. AMAB? Cool. AFAB? Well, human ones don't cannibalize so it's all good....well once the guys learned that they don't.

Plus, once he gets to actually know you and see how you're the least threatening thing in the school things will be easier.

Once he's comfortable around you get to see something amazing...

That he's a snarky little shit with so much sass. He's a weird combination of having issues with self-loathing while also having an ego.

One time you tried to bite him for mouthing off and he was legit scared for a sec but once he saw those little teeth of yours couldn't even make a scratch on the exoskeleton on his arm, he gets super freaking smug, and now he's even more of a shit when teasing you.

One of the cool things is that you can legit ride him places cuz he big spooder. It's too bad it rarely if ever happens with being a shut in.

He'll still let you sit on him like that when you guys are in his room.

A cool thing he can do is climb on walls and ceilings, does it often when trying to sneak to the vending machines on campus without being seen. He has unfortunately been seen once or twice though and it scared the hell out of the poor student to see a giant freaking spider on the ceiling and almost made Idia drop his snacks.

His webs are pretty and glowy, he kind of has them around his room set up like fairy light.

Weird fact, spiders can taste with their feet.

Cute fact, some spiders will keep a frog as a pet. Frog helps keep the spider's eggs from getting eaten and the spider protects the frog from other things.

I'm kind of picturing Idia as the spider and you as the frog. You are his emotional support human that he keeps close when he has to leave his lair.

He unintentionally gives you scary dog privileges.

Imagine working your shift at Twisted McDonald and a little human comes up to you with this big-ass sharp-toothed spider dude behind them, you are scared out of your mind but then the human says "Excuse me, he asked for no pickles."

[enterwittyjokehere]

[Angsty Gale won the poll, have fun with his mage hand guys. ;)]

Dread Alter of The Heart

[Gale (of waterdeep) Dekarios x afab reader smut]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Agrument]

[Mentions of death and being blown up]

[Angry at old man]

[Early act two spoilers!!!]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Teasing]

[Incorrect use of mage hand]

“I am so very sorry, Gale..” The old man's words filled you with a burning rage, a pit that sat in the top of your chest, right next to your heart, and made fiery tears fill your eyes. The dangerous emotion was clear to both of the wizards surrounding you, Gale was more concerned by the sudden uncharacteristic change in your demeanor. 

Gale’s warm hand moved to sit on your shoulder, in an attempt to provide a bit of emotional support and to try and quell your worsening rage. The large hand rubbed at the bone of your shoulder, you only shrugged it off as you took a step closer to Elminster.

Fists balled and face getting redder by the second, you pointed a finger past the old man, “Get out of my camp.” 

You said it as calmly as you could, the anger inside of your chest making you less than rational. A hand firmly grabbed at your wrist, “(y/n), please, Elminster is a dear friend.”

Turning to face Gale, you furrowed your eyebrows, “No, Gale, friends don't randomly show up, eat all your food and then tell you to kill yourself, not good friends at least.”

“As previously stated I am so very sorry, Gale, truly.” You shot the old wizard a glare.

After being reprimanded by Gale once again, you retreated, stomping off to your tent. Letting the flap of fabric, used as the door, fall down, you sat upright on your bedroll, head hung low.

The feelings you held for your party's wizard were so blatant and obvious, the whole team was aware. Hearing what has to come next made you fearful, to say the least. Holding your hands up to your face, your bundle of stressful emotions left through your eyes.

The looming spectre, known as the fear of rejection, had kept you from ever allowing Gale to know your true feelings. Even now as he was going to put the half assed forgiveness from a goddess, who has done nothing but abuse and misuse both him, his trust and his magickal abilities over the life he lives currently and more importantly to you, the one he could live, after this was all over, with you.

Not knowing if he would even accept your love now that his goddess was back in the equation. All the hard work you had put into your delusions of a content life with a sweet wizard husband poured down the drain. Almost left you feeling like you belonged in the sewers of Baldr’s gate.

Reveling in your reminiscent remorse took you out of your surroundings and your tears became sobs. The emotional waves that washed over you felt uncontrollable, almost inconsolable, as though no one could help, the dreaded feeling of losing Gale, all to win the favor of some goddess, left you in hysterics.

Sobbing into your hands, you sniffled and swore under your breath, left startled by a sharp clearing of a throat outside your tent. 

“(Y/n)... Can I speak with you?” Gale muttered, then pausing to wait for your response, your startled demeanor fluctuated, relief poured into you when Gale’s voice was heard and then you remembered that you are almost in no shape to speak to him.

Eyes puffy and nose running, you were aware that your disheveled state was obvious and yet when Gale asked to talk you could never say no. The butterflies started without even having to look at him, knowing right now he was outside your tent waiting to speak with you made you giddy. 

“Sh*t-! Yes, Gale. Just… um- give me a second.” You said, hurriedly, wiping your red tearstained face on the sleeve of your cotton camp clothes. 

Opening the flap of the tent, you stepped out into Gale's view. He frowned for a second, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Have you been crying?” 

You glanced up at him, biting onto your bottom lip in an attempt to quell the next round of tears. Nodding your head slightly, before your attempt to stop your overflowing emotions failed, Gale wrapped an arm around you pulling you into an embrace.

“I should be the one crying, I'll be the one that has to… you know.” He said, laughing slightly, before making a worried face.

You didn't have to see his face to know what he did, he was so predictable in everything, or maybe you just knew him well enough. Sniffling slightly you shook your head, “No. I won't let you. We'll find another way.” 

“I am afraid that's not your place, my friend.” Gale said, pulling away from you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto the sleeve of his shirt, your face wet from tears. You shuttered when his big brown eyes found your own, “...Gale, I'm in love with you.”

The words had slipped out before you could stop them, the tone of your voice was as though that was a reason for him to let you stop him. 

Gale's lips curled into a small smile, yet his eyes were still sad, “I know.” 

His words were gentle and sweet, he wrapped his arms around you again, before speaking once more, “and maybe had I not been cursed with this ‘divine purpose’ we could've had each other.”

More tears pushed over the threshold, your hands attempted to retract from Gale's shoulders. He watched as your lip began to quiver and you backed away, “Or you could've chosen me… instead of a goddess who has done nothing for you.” 

You tried to turn around, away from Gale, but he grabbed your wrist, “Please, you should know I cannot disobey Mystra, she is magick and magick is-”

“Your life?” You finished, knowing where his words would end, “That's what I wanted too.” 

Ripping your hand away from the wizard, you wiped your tears. Turning around, only to have Gale's hands latch onto your wrist holding you firmly in place. His eyes peered into you, pleading for you to listen. Yet the hurt in your heart hid his heart from your eyes, your clouded mind forbade you from taking the wizard as who he truly was.

“(Y/n), please, don't be like this..” Gale called, “I love you too, you make me happier than anyone else, I would love nothing more than to make you mine and allow all of Faerûn that knowledge and yet-”

“Gale, Please, you said quite enough, already.” The belated words hurt more than they should have, Gale's attempt to rekindle a flame he had just extinguished only killed the dying sparks further. 

Gale placed a hand to his chest, his now sad eyes peering into you, “I love you, too, please.” 

You shook your head, “No, if you loved me I would mean more to you than-” 

“Mystra means very little to me-! But if this is the only way to save Faerûn, to save everyone… including you, I have to do it. It's my responsibility…” Gale said, grabbing at the orb that decorated both the inside and outside of his chest, “Please… I love you.” 

“You've said that… Gale-” 

Your words were swiftly cut short as Gale's warm hands found your face, cupping the soft tearstained flesh. He pushed his forehead to your own, “Please, allow me a chance is all I ask…”

You stayed silent, Gale tilted your head slightly and pressed a hot kiss to your forehead. 

His eyes found your own again, “Tonight there is no orb, no absolute just you and me… We can worry about Elminster and Mystra's demand when the need for such an action arises.” 

Your eyes filled with tears once more, you blinked as they rolled down your cheeks. Only to be wiped away by Gale's thumb, “No need for tears, my darling, please.”

You looked up into Gale's eyes, he took the moment to smile down at you before pressing his lips to your own, kissing you properly. Your hand slipped behind his shoulder, holding onto the fabric of his shirt, holding the fabric tightly you pulled Gale off of you.

“If I allow you this-”

“If we find another way to defeat this thing… consider it done, orb and Gale, both still intact.” Gale said, his eyes staring into you.

“And Mystra?”

“What of her?” Gale questioned where you were going with your words.

“I’m sure she won’t be pleased with me taking her sweet little lapdog.”

“Then, she should have considered that before tossing me aside.” Gale spoke, placing a short lived kiss to your lips, “Its as you said, why kill myself to please a Goddess, who has done less for me than the sweet adventurer i’ve grown to know and love.”

“Stop with the flattery and kiss me already, wizard.” You teased, Gale smiled, placing his hands on your hips and doing exactly as you told him. Leaning over to meet you in another kiss, your hands found his shoulders as Gale pulled your body closer. 

The closeness of the two of you made you needy as you would move and tease both of you, small whines trickling from your throat. Gale moved a hand to rest on the inside of your thigh pulling your leg over his hip, you would move occasionally brushing against his growing er*ct*on. The thoughts that ran through his head were less than savory, your free hand tangling in his long hair. While his lips devoured your own, his tongue ravaged the inside of your mouth, searching the cavern thoroughly. 

Gale pulled away from the kiss, panting like a dog, “Gods, we should at least get inside before continuing, if you wish to continue..” His words lingered; they carried insecurity but also curiosity as though he was searching for your consent, eager to know your wishes.

 Perhaps he wondered if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, a small smile found your face, “Oh, please Gale, you’re not getting out of this that easily.”

You backed into the tent, moving against him as soon as he entered, kissing him roughly, once more. Gale’s hands fluttered to your hips, holding you flush to his body, smiling into the embrace.

Inside the tent, Gale placed you down on a large wooden chest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes made your stomach curl in excitement. 

“Lay down, my precious.” He said, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, “By the gods, you're perfect.”

His words were expelled in a groan as you followed his instructions, laying back in the cold wood of the chest. Gale's steady hands began disrobing you, he unbuttoned and pulled off your trousers. 

Before he started on your undergarments he licked the pad of his thumb, pushing it to your clothed core. You squirmed at the action, pulling a small chuckle from the wizard's lips, “Patience, I will not keep you waiting long.” 

He pulled away from you, and began slipping out of his robe, then he hastily unbuttoned his own trousers. Discarding both of the garments onto the floor of your tent, he smiled down at you palming the growing tent in his purple underwear.

You pushed onto your elbows watching him, licking your lips as your eyes traced over his crotch. Gale moved closer to you, his hands enveloping your clothed chest, playing with the soft flesh, “Your turn.” 

His simper was ravenous, like he could devour you whole. He moved closer, kneeling onto the chest, his body hanging over your own. 

The closer Gale got to you the worse your craving for him panged in your aching core. It didn't help that when he pressed a long cascading kiss to your lips, his knee pressed into your lower body, rubbing your warm core. Gale would pull away and come right back into the kiss, igniting a passionate fire beneath him.

Each time the wizard would pull away from your embrace, muttering your praises, only to reignite the kiss. His hand pumping around his hard c**k, groaning into the kiss, “G-Gale, please…”

His lidded eyes opened, staring down at you, nodding slightly before he pulled away. Gale quickly slipped off the briefs, kneeling down at the edge of the chest, he took a finger slipping off your underwear. The wizard's free hand cast mage hand, a spell resulting in a small ghostly hand to appear, with a flick of his free hand the mage hand slipped over your chest. Playing with your nipples, the blue hand teased your hardening bud.

Gale smiled at the sounds the spell elicited, moving his free hand to hold down one of your legs, while spreading your lower lips open. Your attempt at keeping your eyes on Gale failed as he moved into your core, suckling sweetly on the aching bud in your lower body. 

The more ragged and feral your moans for him became the quicker his hand at the base of his own pleasure moved. He mumbled and moaned into your core as you rocked your hips against his face, in an attempt to secure more pleasure for yourself.

“You're more than I could ever need, don't you ever forget that.” Gale moaned out, his tongue assaulting your sensitive c*nt.

“Yeah and that's why you're going to find another way, right?”

“Whatever you ask of me.” He said, before standing up to fully penetrate your lower body.

Your hands found his forearms, while Gale's hands settled on the dips of your hips, you moaned out before biting your lip to quell your noises.

“Let's make this quick, yeah?” Gale said as he rocked in and out of you, “I don't think I can last much longer.”

The friction between the two of you was ecstatic, the building knot in your lower stomach pleaded to be broken. The blue hand Gale had summoned, moved down to where your bodies met, rubbing the abused bundle of nerves Gale had previously been sucking on.

With a jolt of your hips your climax hit, Gale almost immediately succumb to the warmth squeezing feeling of you tensing around him. Sloppily thrusting in, he chased the high while you squirmed beneath him, overstimulation threatened to ruin your moment.

“I hope we didn't wake the others.” You spoke your voice shaky.

Gale looked up at you, kissing you gently, “To the hells with them.”

[lightandfellowship]

Here's my take on a Halloween Town Vidar. He's a gargoyle with a wolf skull mask.

Design notes under the read more:

I previously mentioned in my Halloween Town Vor post that when Nomura designed Sora, Donald, and Goofy's Halloween Town designs, he took inspiration from two different creatures for each of them. Sora is inspired by vampires and imps, Goofy is Frankenstein's monster mixed with a werewolf, and Donald is a mummy and invisible man. I once again took a similar approach here, though instead of using an even mix of motifs like I did with Vor's fairy + sphinx design, I went down more of a Sora route. IMO, if you look at Sora's Halloween Town design, it mostly reads as vampire despite lots of overlap between vampire and imp design elements, with the exclusively impish details really only being his imp/pumpkin mask and maybe his clawed gloves. For Vidar, he is mostly gargoyle with the wolf motif coming primarily from his wolf skull mask, but there's some overlap of creature motifs with the claws and fangs.

Now, why did I choose to make Vidar a gargoyle? Here are my reasons:

Made of stone. References how Vidar tries to harden his heart to the harm he's potentially causing the worlds. The cracks in the stone represent his slowly crumbling will and the eventual abandonment of his plans. As well, I think him being a living statue well represents his somewhat stoic demeanor and the mythological Vidar's title as the "silent god".

Gargoyles serve as guardians of the buildings they adorn. Throughout the game Vidar was trying his best to protect people and prevent anyone else from dying, especially Baldr.

Water spout gargoyles collect rain water and divert it from the walls and rooftops of buildings to prevent damage to those buildings. Water is sometimes symbolic of darkness in the KH series (for example, the KH1 opening where Riku offers his hand to Sora and gets enveloped by the darkness the waves). So, in my mind, this function of gargoyles represents Vidar's attempts to preserve Baldr by removing the darkness from Baldr's heart.

Gargoyles are commonly found on cathedrals and churches, and I think that religious aspect of them fits Scala society and Vidar's commitment to Light fairly well.

If Vidar were to visit Christmas Town via Halloween Town, I imagine his gargoyle form would change into a sort of "guardian angel" form, but keeping some of the more demonic elements such as the horns for a more Lucifer-esque angel. Sort of like how Christmas Town Sora still keeps many of his Halloween Town elements despite donning a Santa outfit.

Reason why I chose the wolf skull mask:

Probably the most well-known event in the Norse god Vidar's mythology is his battle with the great wolf Fenrir, who he kills by ripping its jaws apart. Thus Vidar wears the top jaw of a wolf skull as a mask, as a sort of "trophy" and reference to this mythology. Of course the "real" Fenrir would be much larger than a normal wolf, but the mask is just a representation.

Now, I'll explain all of my individual design choices from top to bottom:

Gargoyle Horns: There's many styles of gargoyle horns, but I decided to give him more realistic-looking animal horns to add more detail.

Gargoyle Ears: I quite like this type of gargoyle ear with the multiple rounded segments even though I couldn't find many examples of it, and I think it nicely differentiates the ears from elf/demon ears. Vaguely Rochelle Goyle from Monster High inspired, as well.

Wolf Skull Mask: Already explained, but I tried to go semi-realistic here, once again to add more detail and make it more clear what kind of animal skull this is. If this design were to actually appear in a Kingdom Hearts game, I could potentially see this mask being stylized in a more cartoony way (especially if put into the chibi mobile game style.)

Gargoyle Wings (Feathered): I originally gave Vidar the more typical style of gargoyle wing which looks like a bat wing, but I felt that style of wing in conjunction with the horns, claws, and elongated skull mask made him look too much like a dragon, which wasn't what I was going for at all. So I changed it to the other common stye of gargoyle wing, a bird-like wing. I think this also better reflects his role in the game as someone sided with Light.

Stone Skin and Hair: As mentioned, he's made of stone and covered in cracks and nicks. He's pretty much all stone (except his eyes? I guess?)

Shoulder Pads? (Don't know what else to call them): I made them more pointy and curled up at the edges for that Nightmare Before Christmas look.

Shoulder Pad Design: I turned the square design on Vidar's shoulder pads into crosses. One, to reference gravestones, but also again to reference back to cathedrals and that religious aspect of gargoyles. Also, it's a subtle detail, but I added a stitched seam to the side of Vidar's coat as well.

Bandages: Vidar's original design features bandage-like cloth underneath one of his gloves, so I took that detail and just put it all around his arm. Weathered and torn for the creepy look.

Wrist Bands: In Vidar's original design, he sports two asymmetrical gloves. Here, the bandages take the place of the more complicated glove, while these two black bands take the place of the simpler glove, which was just a black, fingerless glove comprised of a main glove and two straps above it.

Gargoyle Claws: Not much to say here. Can sort of double as wolf claws, but obviously without the fur.

Scala Emblem Chain: I changed the chain from a bead chain to a more grungy link chain for that Halloween look. Also, I wasn't able to depict this in a way that satisfied me, but I imagine the metal of the charm and chain being a little tarnished and scratched up.

Dirtied Sash and Coat Edge: It's not blood, just grime. Grime, tearing, and weathering for more creepy factor. His coat is pretty long anyway so I could see it getting dirty in the streets of Halloween Town pretty easily.

No Boots: To show off his gargoyle feet. In his original design his pants tuck into his boots, so I don't really know what the bottom of his pants are supposed to look like. I just cinched them at the bottom to maintain that puffed-out look. Is it weird that his feet only have three toes but his hand has three fingers and a thumb? Yeah. But I couldn't get four toes to look right. Just assume he's supposed to have four.

I decided to draw this Halloween Town design in black and white this time, but if I had colored it, you can imagine the color scheme of his clothes being darker and less saturated than his original design to better match Halloween Town.

Also, this was just a coincidence, but both Vor and Vidar's Halloween Town designs feature wings, claws, and fangs, and have a sort of cat (sphinx) and dog (wolf) theme. Which I think is cute and makes them feel more like a duo. :)

That's it. Thanks for reading.

[asha-mage]

People complaining about the "Rand is lashed to a wheel" symbolism being heavy handed has got to be my new favorite flavor bookcloak delusion. In the books Rand is slathered in so much Messiah symbolism that the wiki has a subsection of his page dedicated to the different references. That man collects stagmata like Pokemon gym badges. He is every mythological savior archetype tossed into a blender with a healthy does of King Arthur, Baldr, and Achilles just to be safe.

The only reason Robert Jordan didn't crucify Rand "literally dies for the sins of humanity" al'Thor himself is because he probably couldn't find a spot to fit it in between him get Spear of Destiny'd and pulling the sword out of the stone. (Fun fact the ot Sword In the Stone was called Caliburn which you might note is remarkably similar sounding to Callandor. If you think that wasn't intentional I'd like to discuss some exciting bridge realty opportunities with you.)

Anyways lashing Rand literally to the symbolic representation of the enteral cycle of conflict in which all humanity is trapped, and Rand specifically is charged with preserving is dead on Jordan shit and I can't fathom anyone thinking otherwise.

[cursecuelebre]

Devotional Playlist to Allfather Odin

This is going to be interesting playlist there is going to folk music but there is going to be some country. I don’t know why but everytime I listen to Johnny Cash I hear Odin. Though yes some may have Christian ideals, I think recognizing past that it’s a nice piece that resonates with Odin. This is obliviously still growing but I will put down some songs and see if it inspires you or thinks about the Allfather.

1. Unshaken - Red Dead Redemption (D’Angelo) but the version I like is by Geek Music. It’s very natury song that is very wise that reminds me of Odin, a particular line says “The pines they often whispered, they whisper what no tongue can tell, He who drinks from the deep water, May he know the depths of the well.” That just tells me that it’s a Odin’s song.

2. Man in Black by Johnny Cash, it’s a song about humility and recognition of how bad parts of society that are often ignored. Johnny Cash sings about wearing black to show he respects and a silent conversation about proverty, injustice, unwanted tragedies throughout the country and the world to have empathy and compassion to those who didn’t had it in the first place. I think Odin appears to those who have suffered a lot and who are lost in life, doesn’t come to those like a god but someone who understands what they’re going through. Man in black, wearing black is something that blends in that I am one of you not above you, Odin walks among us in his cloak with the hood up appearing as one of us as a wanderer and a old wise man.

3. Othan by Heilung, a experimental neopagan folk song that recites stanzas from the Havamal and it’s basically old wise words of Odin “the Pslams of the ancient Norse” this particular song describes his knowledge on spells of specific things.

4. Seidr by Munknorr, He is the God of Seidr and magic in general that he teaches mankind quite fitting it’s also a neopagan folk song.

5. Traust by Heilung, a enchantment song that tells of a woman binding her enemies with chants (a popular use of magic in old Norse witchcraft along with seidr) to drive them away. Again magic and Odin is very much partnered together for obvious reasons.

6. Ghost riders in the sky by Johnny Cash, another country song but the premise reminds me of the wild hunt which said he leads along with Holda.

7. Helreið Oðins (Odin’s ride to Hel) by Einar Selvik, specifically talks about Odin’s journey to Hel and speaking with the Seer who grants him a prophecy about his son Baldr. It also implies Odin is somewhat of a psychopomp a spirit or deity that guides souls to the underworld and back.

8. Alfadhirhaiti by Heilung, a collection of names that relate to Odin and references his sacred animals like Hugnin and Munin as well as his wolves Geri and Freki very much like a war chant which again Odin is a god of war.

9. Munknorr - Odin, a very meditative song and I recommend during meditations channeling Odin or invoking him.

Ps I did not realize I had put 9 songs I’m taking that as a sign lol.

[sigyn-foxyposts]

What your myth! Loki ship says about you:

⚠ Just a heads up! I am doing this for fun and to see if I understand our community right! I'm by no means trying to hate on anyone who actually ship these things! Ships have just..always been so interesting to me, and I thought it would be fun. Did I forget someone? Please let me know! ^^

Loki + Sigyn = You can't get over how tragic yet passionate their love is. After all it's the only thing we have of them together and somehow it makes the message of loyalty and compassion between lovers even stronger.

Loki + Angrboda = Either you're here for the tragedy that was their love, what could've been if only Odin didn't take away their children.. or you love the tall witch wife and small gremlin husband dynamic (me too :3)

Angrboda + Loki + Sigyn = You're tired of seeing the wives being pinned up against each other, heck it isn't even cannon to the mythology. You just want to see them all happy together while kissing. They deserve their polycule!

Loki + Gullveig = You don't actually ship them but if they had a relationship, it would be something along the lines of: one night stand parents trying to do what's best for their baby. Or you think Gullveig is actually Angrboda! 👍✨

Loki + Glut = You thought Loki and Logi were the same person. Now you either regret it and feel bad for believing in it or stick by it wholeheartedly. 🔥

Loki + Hoenir = Want to kiss your homies good night? Friends to lovers is your thing or you're there for the possible angst of letting a young lover go because it was never meant to be. 😔

Loki + Odin = You thought they could go deeper than being just blood brothers, didn't you? Ohh..the angst and pain you put yourself through for them.

Loki + Heimdall = You're torn between the fact they don't actually have to hate each other vs the way they clearly have a love/hate relationship + obvious tension. If they ever fought in front of you, you'd probably shout inappropriate things at them. 🤨

Loki + Svadilfari = You try everything In your power to forget what really happened between these two and tried to fix the story for the better..💀

Loki + Thor = Let me guess, the reason you like this is because of Marvel? If not you have a thing for the bratty twinks and their giant straight boyfriends that haven't realized he is bisexual yet.

Loki + Baldr = You either stand by the headcannona that Loki killed Baldr because he loves him (one-sided or not) and tried to protect him from Ragnarok. Or you have the "I hate straight people so I'll force these two to date even though they don't go well together." mentality. No, there isn't anything in between for you. 😭

Loki + Hodr = For some reason you just had to see the potential angst between these two! You love the dramatic storytelling of being betrayed by your lover, making you do their dirty work! You poor being, what happened? 💔

Loki + Sif = Possible exses? Secret affair? You live for the drama and desperately want to know what happened between these two.

Loki + (potential) farmer man = You wish we had more good representation of Loki being with a another man. (I agree!) So when Odin accused Loki of being a milkmaid and having children, it opend a whole new world to inspire you!

Loki + Skadi = The lokasenna was enough for you to decide they totally dated in the past. Also you love spiteful exses that will threaten to kill your children if they don't shut up…😨(spoiler: Loki didn't shut up)

Loki + Zisa = I don't know why you'd ship them If their "affair child" was supposed to be a secret but I guess you're into the drama. Anyways Zisa isn't real..she can't hurt me. 😌

[thesixthplaneteer]

Palla Grande: King Slayers

I've been cooking this up a little too long and decided if I don't get it out now I might miss the deadline. Below the break is my entry for this year's Palla Grande: King Slayers! Thank you to @tzimizce for putting on the event!

This piece features a VtM OC I haven't said much about, Baldr! An elder by actual age but barely a young man when embraced. I hope you enjoy the look into his past and how he operates in the present!

Aspects of the Hart have always favored him. From the old stories his mother would tell, hunting them in the forest, and the antlers sprouting from his skull. they always had a place in his life and death. Water sloshed in an arrhythmic tone as he washed his hands and knife. His eyes on the fresh hide hung on a nearby rack, brown fur, even cut, clean edges. His mind drifted as he completed his monotonous work.

Heavy rain and high waves threatened to throw him from the ship. He’d tied himself to his station at the oar and mumbled pleas to the four great Harts to calm the winds. He was sure they were angry at him for killing their kin. His first voyage as a young man and of course it would be one that would try to sway him from going on voyage again. The thought of being lost to the sea, just how easy he would slip into the depths below, made him feel sick. After what felt like days being tossed around like dice in a cup they made landfall. He flung himself over the edge into the shallow water and clambered up the bank to kiss the dirt, to the amusement of many of his comrades. 

Two bowls, one with gray ash and another with briney water, sat on the floor. Kneeling between them the salt smell of the water and sooty smell of the ashes wafted to his nose. The beast balked but, motionless and silent he calmed his inner creature, there would be time later for it to reign. In his silence he meditated and focused on the smells. His mind, unmoored, drifted again out to distant memories. 

A feast and celebration to the siege of a city many deemed impregnable. Now a true man who has spilt blood and bled, he drowned in his cup. Stumbling off on his own to the nearby thicket, he was confronted. His attacker had no sword or spear, nor mail or shield. They had claws and ruby red eyes. Shouts rang out in the distance. For a moment he thought the others noticed and were coming to aid him. When the shouts turned to screams he realized they were facing the wrath of something other than soldiers and citizenry seeking revenge.

After they had their fun with him they dragged his bleeding and broken body to the shore. His wounds burned with the waves lapping at his body. Slowly, he was drained of blood, and forced to drink theirs. They aimed to violate more than his soul, they sought to torment his body and mind. Awakening into a dark wetness, the feeling of tiny mouths and claws ripping away small chunks of his flesh. His screams bubbled and floated away as the murky black rushed into his lungs and his greatest nightmare was manifest.  

With a fistful of ash atop his open palm, he breathes in, then blows it away. This is repeated three more times, blowing ashes into the cardinal directions in acknowledgment of the four harts. With the leftover ash he mixes in some of the sea water to make a lye paste. With the crude paint he draws a Sabbat Ankh over his heart, then runes and symbols over the rest of his chest, stomach, and arms. Scooping up the last of it he smears it over his forehead and eyes. 

Turning to his most recent kill he pulls the bucket out from under the carcass. The contents threaten to spill but the small waves don’t go over the rim. It smells delicious. Nothing compared to a fresh kine but he learned early on to not be picky, however this was not for drinking. He took his loched hair into his hands and bent down to the bucket, careful to not knock it over with his antlers, dipped his hair into the blood. Squeezing and drawing it up he saturated his hair. Once confident it was soaked he flipped back his hair, slapping against his back with a wet thump, intending for most of the excess blood to run down his back. Thin riverlettes of blood ran down his face, mixing with the ash paint. Meticulously he began to drape his lochs over his antlers like bloodied velvet.  

Hands still bloodied he put on his blue woolen pants, staining and marking it with red smears. Then a thin leather belt to secure his pants, leather boots, and finished with woolen leg wraps. The pants fit loosely and would billow out if not for the leg wraps. The excess length of his belt was tied in a knot around the buckle and left to hang. His boots are clean but worn and scuffed with use. Now clothed he turned to the accessories. In an open chest were crowns, aged, cracked, and with empty bezels. Hanging each crown from the points of his antlers he soon sounded like a wind chime when he moved his head. Standing up straight he went through a mental checklist of his outfit. 

Blood soaked hair and rattling crowns hung from his antlers. Thin threads of blood dripped down his face and around his vibrant green eyes. Ashen Runes and Symbols marking his black skin. Blue, blood stained, woolen pants secured with a thin brown leather belt and woolen leg wraps covering the top of his brown leather boots. Now dressed it was time for the final touch. Draping the stag hide over his back, the membrane attached to his skin, the wet blood acting as glue. 

[emmanuellececchi]

Tolkien OC week

Day 1 (25th August): @tolkienocweek prompt: Worldbuilding

In dark time we sing (Part 1) - You can find it on AO3 as well.

Glèomenn Tirwald Firebrand Baldred, later known as Three Fingers Fréalaf the Young Lèofric of the golden voice Cenric Whiteeye Family Cwenhild : late wife of Tirwald Cynewyn : Tirwald’s daughter Mildywyn : Cynewyn’s daughter Instrument Talharpa: music instrument. A bowed lyred, historically with strings made out of horse hair, from Northern Europe.

A visit in the night

The cold was hard for Tirwald fingers. He blew softly, hoping to keep them warm until he arrived. There were up and down to the life he has chosen for himself. Traveling and discovering the world had him chose this path in the first place. But, in moments like that, he couldn’t stop but wonder at the choices he had made. Long months walking or, if he was lucky, riding along the road. During summer it wasn’t that bad, sleeping under the stars but in winter? A shiver ran through his whole body. Yet, there were things much more lethal than the cold on the road. And it was becoming more frequent.

Tirwald grimaced. The house was not far now, he knew well from the surroundings. Coming back after so long would be his reward- warmth and good food, sleeping in a bed with dry sheets. He walked more rapidly, the ideas making the world colder around him. He shook his head, fighting the memories. He would not think about what he had witnessed, now alone in the dark. At the thought, another shiver ran through him. Thankfully, the house was now visible, he hurried his steps, impatient now.

After he rapped against the wooden door, warm light pooled on the ground. Home. Well, as much a home as could be, with him away most of the time. He shook his feet, looking to avoid bringing too much mud inside. He put his cape, now fringed with frost, on the stool in the entrance. The smell of sweet bread and barley soup reminded him how hungry he was. His last warm supper was very far away.

As he walked towards the table, a lithe silhouette tried to tackle him, giggling all the while.

“GrandPa!”

A little girl with long tangled hair was now suspended to his arm, trying to get him to follow her. He smiled warmly. He saw the look his daughter gave him and chuckled. Of course, he could always reprimand the little demon, tell her that she should show respect to her elders. But he wasn’t her father. The man was now sleeping under the simbelmynë, another youth cut short.

He patted her head and she squirmed happily. He laughed. What he would do was dot over her, appreciating those few moments he had with her and her mother. Seeing the little girl’s smile and joy, hearing her incessant babbling, made the cold of the loss he had witnessed slowly fade. Cynewyn, his daughter, went to shoo her daughter away.

“Go change and wash your hand while you’re at it! And don’t forget to hang your clothes over the fire! They must be dry by tomorrow morning!”

Tirwald smiled, pushing the little body away from him. Children never really changed. He remembered his wife saying those same words. He winced. It was a long time, but the pain hadn’t really gone away. He could do nothing against the loss, but the regrets, all those moments lost. There was joy in his line of work, but also bitterness and sacrifice. He could have avoided that though, choosing a life of celibacy. He shook his head again under the stern gaze of his daughter. Too late now. Far too late.

Maugreating, the little girl sent a long suffering look at Tirwald before shuffling towards the back of the house. The sight made him laugh out loud, too the great displeasure of Cynewyn who glared at him. He lowered his head, stifling another laugh. While the child was cleaning herself, the woman was preparing the table. He didn’t offer to help. Not anymore. It was now a long habit between them two, where she would always have something ready, just in case.

And so, when he would arrive, out of nowhere, most of the time, hungry and tired, she would make him sit and rest. She was as generous as her mother. The stubbornness was from him, he knew damn well though. Slowly, with the warmth of the house, and the comfort of a good seat, Tirwald felt himself relax finally. Yes, it would be good to stay for a few days, savoring some time in the warmth of a home. And tell his tale.

He frowned, not willing to think about it yet. Cynewin had put bowls full of the soup, hot bread and cheese in front of each seat. Finally, the child had emerged, hair still a bit wet. It would be a challenge to untangle this mess and Tirwald knew what he would do after supper. At least, he could help with that.

They ate in silence, with only the sounds of wood against wood and the occasional slurp. The ale was good but, Tirwald noted silently, not like his last stay. Then, while his daughter was washing the dishes, Tirwald took upon himself to tame the wild beast. Brushing his grand-daughter. But he had a trick. He began reciting one of the many tales he knew. But it didn’t work this time. Mildwyn kept squirming under his touch.

“A new one Grandpa! Tell me a new one! Please?” she had the eyes of her grandmother, he knew too well, because he had never been able to resist them. And so, he did, while slowly combing and brushing. Cynewyn was now seated on the other side of the table. She was sipping some ale while munching on a dried apple. The crackling of the fire was the only music he needed.

Finally, he brought Mildwyn to her bed, smelling of hay and clean sheets. The child was smiling in her sleep and he adjusted the woolen blanket. He came back and sat with a sigh of contentment. Cynewyn smiled and nodded towards the pitcher full of ale.

“Not as good as mine but it’ll do.”

He arched an eyebrow curiously and she shrugged.

“Couldn’t do any this year. Not enough grain.”

“Bad weather.”

“Orcs too.”

They both stayed silent while nursing their cup. After a while, she looked up at him.

“Would you sing for me, father?”

He winced. It had been a while since she had asked him this. Life must have been hard for her, harder even than the last time he had come to visit. But she was still there, still smiling, still keeping life going for her, Mildwyn and even him. For the thousandth time in his life, Tirwald thought of his choice to be a glèomann. To be on the road most of his life, to learn and teach, to sing and play music. Moving from hamlets to cities, small villages to castles. To see and share.

He was part of the tapestry that was life in Rohan, bringing home new threads and colors, keeping the fabrics together by exchanging news and tales. He was proud of his role, of who he was. As for the regrets, well, it was mostly that others had suffered from his choices. But still, he wouldn’t change a thing. For Cwenhild, his late wife, had been anything but a victim. She had known, when she had taken him as her husband, what would be her life.

His daughter was a woman now, a widow with a lone child. She looked upon his life with the same acceptance that her mother had. And, once again, he wondered about his luck, to have found a woman like this, and have a daughter with such a great heart. He took the oiled leather bag and opened it. The talharpa was dry and he caressed his old friend with love.

A chuckle. Cynewyn was looking at him with twinkles in her eyes. He nodded and began tuning his instrument. As he was singing, his voice was soft. It was an old song, about a rider and his horse, how their bond helped them endure against all odds, until death came. It was sad, like life was. There was no escaping it.

He put his instrument away, caressing it one last time, as a thank you. Once again, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the fire. Cynewyn was not asleep, she was waiting for him to speak what was on his mind. She was too perceptive by far. A fault from her mother and himself. Looking at the form sleeping, Tirwald didn’t feel ready to speak just yet.

“How is she doing?”

His daughter sighed.

“Quick witted, too much for her own sake. She runs fast thankfully.”

Tirwald chuckled,

“I knew another little girl like that.”

She said nothing. Maybe not willing to open this wound of his many absences tonight.

“She’s strong, a good rider too. And she has a beautiful voice.”

“Really?”

“One of you glèomann was there for Dungar’s burial. I think he recognized her…”

“You mean he recognized me.”

She shrugged.

“He asked her to sing with him. She was shy but she did it. Beautifully. Even I was surprised. She has talent, father.”

Tirwald looked into his cup, frowning. Still, singing was part of their life as Rohirrim. It was where their dreams and passions could be poured, their very soul. He shouldn’t be worried.

“He asked if he could take her as an apprentice.”

Silence.

“I said that she was still too young, maybe in a year or two.”

“What was his name?”

“Why? Are you going to punch him in the face like you did the one who taught me?”

He looked up at her.

“You never forgave me.”

“I am still trying to understand. Is it so wrong to want to be like you?”

“The life of a glèomann is a hard life.”

“You taught us about the minstrels of old, of Saulwyn of the Golden hair and Godliss and her indomitable mare.”

“They’re old stories.”

“That teach us how those women live in hard times and fight for their people.”

“All good and well… in a tale.”

He was tired. He clenched his jaw, pouring himself another cup of ale, not looking at his daughter. The ale wasn’t as good as he remembered and he grimaced. And there was still what he had seen…

“Girls are as capable as men. You should know.”

“Enough, daughter!”

He looked at her, angry now. They faced each other and Tirwald felt the old guilt. He should have been here. She wouldn’t think like that, if he had been here. But… it wasn’t fair. She had survived, without him… or her husband. Maybe she was right… no. Not with what he had seen.

“We will talk no longer about this. The world… it is not safe anymore.”

“It has never been. But I gather that you have seen more then. You’ll go to Edoras after that?”

He nodded, a weight on his shoulders.

“Yes. But I won’t be the one bringing this.”

She sighed and stood. She went to the cupboard and took a small bottle. It was made of glass, a rarity and he knew well what was in it. He nodded a thanks as she poured a measure for each of them.

“Eomund was slain by orcs not far from Emyn Muil.”

He downed the amber liquid and it went like honey fire in his throat. Cynewyn said nothing, her eyes wide now.

“It is only one death.”

“We have lost enough already. What about his wife, his children?”

“The king will care for them, of course.”

“But it won’t heal their loss. Our loss. Orcs…”

Yes. Orcs, back in greater numbers each year, even when they were hunted out of their land. There was something dark coming. Tirwald shivered but, seeing Cynewyn pale face, added.

“You are safe here.”

“We will not be safe if all our men are dead. If all our grains are destroyed, our horses stolen.”

She looked at the bed, where the small silhouette was sleeping.

“Her life will not be an easy one. Even if she does not follow your steps.”

Tirwald nodded, knowing she was right. Life was never easy, glèomenn knew this well. But now, looking at his daughter, and his granddaughter, he was beginning to understand. That the life of those left behind was not easy either, suffering and loss were theirs too. He sighed. They were both looking at the child, oblivious of their attention in her sleep. He would have loved to take his granddaughter discovering the world, to show its beauty. But not to expose her to its harshness, its horrors. But it seems it was too late for that.

***

Closed doors

He was waiting, standing at the door of the Great Hall. The wind was wiping his blond hair around, he tightened his cloak around him. Hàma, the Doorwarden of the King was silent, having said his part. Tirwald wasn’t angry at the man. Orders were orders. Yet, he sighed with irritation. To be left out, like a dog waiting for his master.

Then, a pale man with pale eyes came out and closed the door behind him. As if the Great Hall would belong to him alone. Once again, irritation colored his thoughts. This place should be open to the people, to all of them. What has befallen them?

He looked down at the man who licked his lips nervously. They had known each other, once.

“Hail, Grìma Wormtongue. I came here seeking my king. I heard… unsettling news.”

The man shifted his weight, his eyes darting from side to side.

“The king has given orders, you see? Too many rumours, he is wary, his mind preoccupied.”

Hàma was now standing a bit farther, choosing to not listen to what they were saying. A good man, a man of honor.

“Maybe if the news were to come from men he can trust?”

The pale eyes squinted. Tirwald had never liked him, this Wormtongue. He could have been one of them, with his way with words, he could have spun wondrous tales and gathered a lot of information. But something in him was repelling those around. Like now.

“All the reports we receive can be trusted, I verify them myself. Unless you think the tale you glèomenn bring are better than the hard facts?”

He walked closer, as if willing to share a secret, and whispered.

“Unless you want to insinuate there are spies about?”

His pale eyes were fixed on Tirwald, who had to remind himself he couldn’t hit him. Playing the talharpa with bruised fingers wasn’t easy, he knew too well. And hitting the man who was the new councilor of the king wouldn’t help their cause. He needed to know what was happening, why were the glèomenn dissuaded to come to Edoras. And when they could, why they were not allowed to see the king.

“I am a glèomann, it’s true. We go from town to town, living on the road, singing and entertaining.”

Here he bowed jokingly. Of course, the other man didn’t smile and Tirwald felt his frustration grew.

“This is what we do. And yes, from time to time, we bring news to the king. Of what we see, what we hear. From his people directly. This is also what we do.”

“So, you spy…”

Tirwald shivered, seeing the hint of triumph in the other’s face.

“What we hear and see, we bring with us along the road. We are the eyes and ears of the people. Wouldn’t you want to know what had happened to your village? Or your family? We are able to do that.”

Tirwald hoped it might touch the other’s heart, making him understand. Grìma’s lips moved in a pale imitation of a smile.

“We need information that we can trust. You said it yourself. What you and the others are doing… It’s spreading words that could harm our king…”

The glèomann shook his head. He wanted to argue, to explain but the man in front of him would not listen. Because he knew already the truth. But Tirwald had to tried, one last time. After all, he wasn’t known to give up easily, even when it had been a cause for trouble.

“I am an old man, tired of the road. I heard our king has fallen sick. I can sing, as you know well. Please, Grìma, let me entertain my king. Let me alleviate his pain.”

Once again, Grìma licked his lips, his eyes unable to face him. A profound hatred rose in Tirwald’s heart. How had this slimy personage ended here, in this position? What had happened? He looked around, at the plain swept by the wind, at the stones polished by generation of men and women coming to their Great Hall.

“You’re known, Tirwald Firebrand.”

Tirwald blinked.

“This is a name I do not use anymore.”

“But you left a legacy… Like a taint in the water.”

“Legacy? My songs and tales are the knowledge of our elders, weaved through the everyday life of the people of Rohan. Our people.”

Tirwald looked down on the man, unable to stop himself from trying to dominate him. Hàma saw it and stood discreetly. The glèomann saw him from the corner of his eyes and sighed. Reluctantly, he stepped away.

“I told you what we do. Believe what you may, but we’re no traitor to our country. Unlike others.”

Of course it was a mistake. Grìma was now pallid with rage and Tirwald knew he had lost his one chance to see his king, to learn what had happened.

“The King’s orders are the law! Now begone! Before I ask the guard to throw you in the street and break your instrument.”

There was venom in those last words. And triumph in those pale eyes. Tirwald clenched his fists but, once again, Hàma intervened before it was too late. Standing in front of the older man, he said, not ungently.

“Please glèomann, leave this place in good will. And then maybe the king will receive you, when he will be hale again.”

Hàma’s voice was kind, his eyes looking at Tirwald’s in earnest. At his side, seething but unable to do anything more, Grìma snarled.

“The king will not receive any of those… jesters anymore. This one even less than the others.”

And he left closing the door behind him. For a moment, Tirwald looked at those golden doors, with faded colors, that weren’t going to open for him. It felt as if he had been thrown outside of his home. He looked at the other man, still at his side.

“Time has changed, Doorwarden. I do not know what will come of this. Nothing good I’ll wager.”

The man’s gaze didn’t shy away from his eyes.

“Just like you, I serve my king. I do what is right.”

Tirwald nodded. Yes. A good man. Maybe Tirwald would go to his household tonight. To sing and tell tales. And learn. He had been away far too long it seemed.

tag for : @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras while you're away ;)