#can you tell i think about seers a lot bc i think about being a seer a lot

[cringefail-clown]

Jakehal is very fun. But why dirkkri? I dont understand what's appealing about it :? confused

theres a lot of things i like about dirkri and honestly i dont even know where to start lmfao

first of all, and its mostly a funny reason - davekat on crack. like some traces of davekat are still there - the arguing about shit, stoic facade vs emotional mess, all the good stuff, but its also so much more exaggerated it makes it this much more ridiculous. gets even better when you consider them under the lense of swap aus like alphaswitch or tbau, where they land on the meteor together. theyre most likely hunting each other for sports by the year two

second of all, the funney. theyd be so fucking funny together. their smallest arguments would take like twenty pages of non-stop flow of red-orange text to resolve, and not because they came to a consensus but because some third party physically dragged them away from their electronics. it doesnt do any good, since it only gives them both time to think over new arguments to use, and theyre back at it as soon as they get their phones back. like if we had a tournament about which ship would do the most collateral damage to the overall group, i think these two would be Up There. karkat would gauge his eyes out from frustration, because now not only does he have to deal with his piece of shit, know-it-all other self, but now theres also Fucking Dirk thrown into the mix. their home life is absolute insanity, a small jab about the other forgetting to buy sugar once again devolves into a screaming match about the merits and flaws of communism or some other inane shit. and theyre doing it for fun, they enjoy debating with each other, because often times they have vastly different opinions, and comparing their beliefs challenges them intelectually and morally. from the outside perspective theyre one of the most dysfunctional pair in the paradox space, when in fact thats simply how they want their relationship to be, and it makes them better people overall.

third reason is that theyre thematically delicious. dirk is a control freak, micromanaging his and his friends constantly. hes terrified of losing control, but hes also desperate for someone to just tell him what the fuck he should do. dirk doesnt think he should be in control of others, because he believes hes a naturally evil person capable of horrible acts, at the same time he doesnt trust anyone else to get things done but himself. hes a whole collection of contradictions.

kankri desperately needs to be in control as well. hes constantly injecting himself into conversations he has no business being in, trying to find someone thatd listen to what he has to say. hes wants to guide others, but his efforts are flawed, because he doesnt listen to other perspectives - hes got tunnel vision, as he thinks hes the one in the right while everyone else is wrong or ignorant (cringefail seer literally). he doesnt trust anyone else to make decisions for him, and becomes defensive when he thinks others are attempting to coddle him. his ass was definitely culled on beforus.

theyre also both so fucking lonely. dirk conciously tries to put difference between himself and his friends, worrying hell "corrupt" them. kankri tries to connect to his friends, but his behavior alienates him from them to the point of no one except maybe porrim want to have anything to do with him.

my point is, kankri wants to guide people but has to learn to listen to others and reflect on his own flawed opinions. dirk has to learn to trust that people closest to him can get shit done on their own and loosen up, as well as realise hes not evil at the core. them helping each other out - dirk teaching kankri about different perspectives, kankri teaching dirk about letting others do their thing - is something i think about a lot.

also i like to think theyd spar for fun a lot as well. its not really a reason and wholly my own personal headcanon but i wanna mention it as well bc its so funny to me. i like the idea of kankris behaviour being a complete reverse of karkat - where karkat is all bark no bite and doesnt like fighting or violence, kankri puts up a front of the beacon of love and peace and tolerance, but in his free time he gets his rifle and goes shooting at the fucking squirrels or some shit. i think he wouldnt have the same qualms about strifing as karkat. like dirk would try to jokingly jab his finger at kankris side and he would just fucking flip him over his shoulder and onto the table breaking it in half, because he doesnt like being touched unexpectedly and by gods dirk when will you fucking learn. he goes from 0 to 100 real fast. its such a hysterical concept for me.

[quotidian-oblivion]

for the Melrin ask - Worst thing you think Merlin ever did. im so curious about this one

I had to think so much about this one too.

I don't know. I love Merlin, he's my favorite character. I justify everything he does, even if it's bad. That's what happens with any favorite fictional characters.

I don't want to say "Not telling Arthur sooner" or "Mistrusting Mordred" or "Poisoning Morgana" or anything of the like because, to be fair, that's a given. It's something a lot of us will lament about. Mainly because the writers did not do their job properly (imo).

I'd say, the worst thing he did, to me, is be passive.

I'm bringing up my own values and morals here because I believe that Merlin ruined himself and all of Albion by being passive. By listening to the dragon and not doing his own research. By being whatever Arthur needed him to be. By taking things upon himself. By not trusting others because that's what he was told.

If Merlin had been a little more assertive and a little more sure of himself and what he wanted, then the show would have gone on in an entirely different direction. But he's passive. For the majority of the show. The biggest time where he's not is in the first scene where he challenges Arthur because he wanted to stay true to his ideals and values which was to stand up against bullies who prey on the ones who can't defend themselves against them.

If he had been more assertive, he would have told Arthur earlier, he wouldn't have poisoned Morgana, he would have trusted Mordred or even Gwaine and the others more.

But he let himself be led by Destiny and Kilgharrah and Gaius and whoever else advised him rather than take some time to think things through first. Like Arthur does.

The thing about Merlin and Arthur here is that Arthur really is bolder than Merlin, but in a different way. He is bold in a way Merlin lacks, which is with practical and tactical matters. He questions Merlin's judgement, questions his father's judgement, Gaius's judgement. Agravaine was a main villain for season 4 because of his perfect ways of manipulation and deceit in a way that it got past Arthur's critical thinking and assertiveness. Arthur doesn't take things at face value and is willing to consider different ways things can go and the show mostly shows that when it comes to questioning Merlin's judgement (like about Agravaine and the siege tunnels and about Gwen at first etc). But in the first few seasons, he questioned his father's judgement a lot too but the fandom mainly focuses on Merlin's opinions vs Arthur's even though he and Uther had met head-on-head multiple times.

Arthur doesn't take things at face value which is why it's possible for so many magic reveal fics to look and be accurate.

But Merlin does. Merlin takes a lot of things at face value. He took Kilgharrah's sayings at face value, he took Gaius's (good-hearted but misguided) warnings at face value. He took what the druids said, what Edwin Muirden said, what Julius Borden said, what that druid seer in the Diamere episode said, and so many others at face value. Just accepted it without thinking much about it and went forward.

Don't get me wrong, Merlin has a very strong moral compass and moral thinking. But he lacks critical thinking. Something which Arthur doesn't lack. They complete each other in this way.

But if we're not looking at all that then I'd say the worst thing I believe Merlin ever did was poison Morgana because- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MERLIN, DID YOU NOT THINK OF ANY OTHER FUCKING SOLUTION???? HOW ABOUT GETTING MORGANA OUT OF THE CASTLE? HUH? WHAT THEN? WHAT ABOUT TELLING HER THAT HEY, I'M GONNA POISON YOU BUT DW I HAVE THE ANTIDOTE SO THAT I CAN REVIVE YOU AGAIN WHEN MORGAUSE COMES AND LIFTS THE SPELL BC I KNOW THAT YOU DONT WANT THIS EVEN THOUGH YOU THINK UTHER SUCKS. I MEAN, THE USED THAT PLAN SEVERAL HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY, WHY COULDN'T THEY USE IT THIS ONCE???????

[red-elric]

back at it again w classpect deepdives!!! i only did one of these before forgetting about it completely but i have some THOUGHTS ABOUT VOID LETS GO WOO!!!

so for starters: i used to never really subscribe to void and light being an inverse pair, key word USED TO. idr why exactly; part of it was i hadnt fully thought out what the other pairs would have to be, part of it was wanting doom to be lights inverse through similar logic that ppl apply to seers and mages being inverses. which, ironically, is also smth i dont consider to be true anymore BUT I DIGRESS. i now think of void and light as true inverses for a couple reasons. most obviously being the light vs dark thing that gets played up in the comic proper, esp w the lalondes. but theres entire dimensions of the two aspects that also have to fit, right? right.

lets look at light for a second. (i promise this is a void post.) the light players we have, rose vriska and aranea, all have classes that take light in its more..... nonliteral sense. its not about LITERAL LIGHT like an heir or a knight or a maid would use, its about LUCK and FATE and...... whatever the fuck is going on w araneas abilities. not really sure how her shit works but i think a large part of it is just..... aranea was able to justify how her power would work, so it does. and i think thats a big part of light as an aspect too; the NARRATIVE. all three light players are biiiig big players who assign importance to the roles they play and make sure everything they do is significant. and its about IMPROBABILITY too; its about the unlikely outcomes that are very lucky for the player that fit the narratives flow and, as such, become the only fated outcome for the hero. for light players, everything is a PERFORMANCE.

so, conversely, we look at void! roxy, equius, horuss..... lets ignore horuss tho bc we just dont know enough about him. (tho isnt that smth in itself, a void player fading into obscurity.... whatever.) theres defo some metaphorical interpretations of void going on in hs proper, but we cant ignore the more literal stuff either!! or.... i guess we can; void comes up a lot as a way to HIDE THINGS. equius's blood is used to block out text in rose's journal, hiding information from seers, both literal and those who do it more as a hobby (callie). roxy causes the cherub's viewports to blackout, and she is able to help callie's ghost hide in the void. equius and darkleer both are able to create dark spots in doc scratch's omniscience, notably hiding the cue ball from him (specifically FOR some light aligned folks!). following along w literal interpretations, theres two more things that jump out at me: one, the repeated references to void as 'nothingness' and two, the fact that the void symbol clearly references the space symbol, as the spaces in between space's spiral. space is pretty generally agreed on as the aspect of stuff, like all matter and distance and concepts in the three traditional dimensions and whatnot; by contrast, void would have to refer to the SPACE IN BETWEEN. kind of confusing terminology but like, on a universal scale, if 'space' refers to planets and stars and people and asteroids and whatnot, 'void' would be like..... the vacuum. the vast majority of the universe where all that 'space' stuff ISNT. coming back to the first point, the NOTHINGNESS. space has strong ties to life, too, or like.... natural evolution? reproduction? the whole frog thing. and in any universe, sustained life is extremely rare, improbable, lucky....... and here we are coming back to light again! now were getting somewhere! which leaves void as a reference to the PROBABLE, and the MUNDANE, because if you pick a random point in the universe to look at theres a 99% chance youre coming up with NOTHING. void :3

bringing this back to more abstract stuff! tho tbh thats kinda hard bc i think void is just..... generally more predisposed to the literal than light is, which would make sense; light wants to tell a good story, void just shows things as they are. but when you have a class like a rogue, that steals the void from shit, you start to turn things on their head a bit. stealing the void moves the balance a bit more towards light, in a way, so you have roxy able to do kind of what aranea and vriska do, in that they come up w a narrative of what they SHOULD be able to do and through that have the ability to do it. notably, roxy didnt come up w the idea herself, and was told she could do it; her natural voidy things were much more literal interpretations of the aspect. but i digress. a rogue of void can steal the nothingness from an idea and make it a real object. if we think of that in more light friendly terms, we have the rogue considering a concept...... an object that is VERY PROBABLY not real, or not here in the present moment or universe or whatever. the odds are astronomically low that roxy would have a matriorb in the alpha timeline, right? it doesnt make sense, that would be fantastical and improbable and would be something out of a narrative; thats a light thing. and thats exactly why roxy can make it happen; she takes that concept of her just HAVING the matriorb, and she removes the improbability from it, the mundane details of how it could possibly exist, and in turn, very luckily is able to create a real matriorb to give to kanaya. and the luck here is critical! kanaya comments many times on how impossible it seems to ensure the return of her race. and the rogue of void thing DOESNT work when condy demands it of her, as if its a given that roxy can do it; instead, it only works when shes under no pressure, but trying to be heroic for someone else, with callie aka the MUSE OF SPACE, a super powerful class that inspires others wrt space stuff, including life in a universal sense..... yeah, w that many narrative signals theres no way light wasnt going to show up w void being rogued away.

anyway. what does this all mean? not too much, just.... some things to consider when classpecting a void player :3 a void player blends into the background, doesnt feel like a hero or a main character, and has little to no association w fate or luck (even bad luck! bad luck is a doom thing, its also improbable. void is more neutral luck, the v probable concept of just being normal). they likely seem like a fairly cookie cutter member of whatever society theyre in (yes, even equius. most of the trolls were not standard trolls; he was the one to give us insight on actual troll culture and norms). theyre down to earth, in a sense, and may feel as though they cant let their true feelings show for the sake of more 'narratively important' characters. little to no association with life or nature, probably more scientifically inclined (tech, not bio). stuff like that

[featherlouise]

Do you have any more funfacts about mothfriend, his relationship with Hollow, their kids or maybe the childhood friends AU? 👀 I am very normal about all of them (lies)

Okok so I kinda have a habit of centring all my characters’ lives around the main character. So!! I’ve been thinking about mothfriend’s childhood, how he came to live in the middle of nowhere, etc

So!!

The day the Radiance is consumed by the void, her dying screams echo across the lands. It’s a sound no mortal has heard in millennia, but every living being intrinsically knows the meaning of: the death of a god.

As the child of the Seer, he was expected to have a deeper connection to the dream realm than most, and as such was raised with. A lot. Of pressure put onto him. On top of that, his mother believed that if she were to offer her child to the Radiance as a vessel, her connection to Her would deepen, and she would forever be known as the one who broke the chains cast upon their goddess by the pale usurper.

When the Radiance dies, however, mothfriend ceases to be of any use. His magical abilities are lacklustre, to say the least, and with Her gone, he just becomes another mouth to feed.

I’ve not really worked the specifics, but long story short, mothfriend takes the commotion caused by Her death to make a break for it. He runs out into the middle of a blizzard and doesn’t look back. He runs until he can’t and then runs even further. Because if he knows one thing, it’s that he cannot stay in this kingdom. Not with how deep the Order has sunk their teeth into it.

Eventually, he reaches the edge of the kingdom (the capital is p near the border, so this takes maybe an hour or two) and he knows that if he doesn’t find shelter soon, he’s a dead man walking.

(I’ve not figured out how, bc I don’t want him to just find it by chance but!!) eventually, he stumbles across a cabin, and figures if there are any owners, they won’t begrudge him for taking shelter in their barn, and manages to fall into a fitful sleep.

When he wakes up, there’s a blanket thrown over him. (Again, not worked out the details (this is a very new idea lmao))

Turns out!! This cabin is owned by a blind old lady, and while she can get by pretty well on her own, manual labour jobs her wife used to do have been getting more and more difficult. Mothfriend, with nowhere else to go, takes up her offer of lodging in return for work.

I’ve been thinking about mothfriend’s character a little, and have decided that his kind, mild, generally teddy bear like demeanour?? It’s VERY deliberate. Mothfriend is VERY hot headed, and for the first few months of his stay with the lady, whenever he starts getting angry, she sends him outside to chop wood to let out his frustration.

When he’s done, he’ll bring whatever’s usable (aka whatever hasn’t been chopped to pieces) into the house, puts it into the basket next to the fireplace, and sits down at the dining table with the lady, who made a warm drink for the both of them while she waited (sometimes it’s tea, other times it’s hot chocolate, or coffee, she’s surprisingly good at figuring out just what mothfriend needs in these moments).

While they drink, they talk. And, through these chats, he learns that the lady (“Call me Gran, dear.”) had a wife and child, the former of which passed away peacefully in her sleep almost a decade ago. Her child on the other hand?? Was captured and presumably killed by “religious fanatics” when he was young. Almost half a century later she still has no idea what happened to him.

He decides not to tell her about the Order.

One day, a couple of months into his stay, she tells him to help her clean out the spare room in the cottage, since he “may as well have somewhere proper to sleep, can’t have your back giving out before mine!! That couch does you no good.”

It’s at this point mothfriend begins to worry about possibly trying to replace Gran’s lost child, and when he brings it up during one of their post wood chopping conversations, she just laughs, and tells him,

“Dear, just because I’m letting more people into my life, it doesn’t mean I’ve gotta kick anyone else out!! This ain’t a hotel, hon. My heart’s got unlimited space. Once you’re in here,” she pats herself on the chest, “Y’ain’t leavin’.”

After a few years, Gran’s health starts to deteriorate. A few years after that, she passes away, bedridden, with Mothfriend holding onto her hand.

Before she goes, she tells him, “I’m glad you escaped those evil sons a’ bitches dear. Never woulda’ met my favourite grandson otherwise.”

He never finds out how she knew, and surprisingly, it doesn’t bother him.

A year later, an injured god (though he doesn’t know that) shows up on his doorstep

[artinandwritin]

Im back at it again with another cute little domestic GusSiri one-shot cuz writing is great lmao

This takes place a few weeks before the birth of their second child, their stillborn son Konrad. So yeah, by this point, Seer's on permanent bedrest, not just bc of the ill child she's carrying, also because of a fever and general bad mental health. She isn't having a lot of fun, but Gustav do be being a funky husband to her and trying to make things fun for her

Ugh the way I love them

Oh-So-Loving;

Siri could feel her skin burning as her fever ran its course. Being forced to stay in bed by her oh-so-loving husband and the healers, the woman couldn't do much except stare at the ceiling.

Oh, well, it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. She had been on bedrest quite some times already the last few months, so it felt quite familiar.

Coughing painfully, she rolled on her side to try and clear her airways. Pressing a hand against her stomach, the child she had been carrying for almost five months turned in protest.

Just as she wanted to groan, the door swung open, and Gustav appeared, carrying a small tray with a bowl, a mug and something she couldn't quite recognise in his hands. The smile he was wearing pulled into a frown as he noticed her coughing fit.

'Hey, babe, you good? That sounds... Uncomfortable,' he asked, glancing at her as he put the tray on the nightstand, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, gently pressing the back of his hand against her warm forehead. 'Oh, yeah, that doesn't feel good. I'd better tell Fishlegs you're staying home for a few more days!'

Siri nodded, forcing a soft smile as she reached out for his hand. 'Hm-hmm... T-thank you... What did you make...?'

'Soup, by hand, fresh vegetables.' Gustav grinned proudly, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. 'Made sure it doesn't have any broccoli so you don't get a nausea fit. Oh! And tea. I made the best tea a woman can get, from the finest leaves your mom gave me. Trust me, you and our baby are in great care with me.'

'O-oh, I know,' Siri laughed softly, pushing herself up to nuzzle against his side. 'Y-You're too sweet, I-I... I appreciate it.'

She smiled softly as she pressed her lips to his cheek, thinking about how Gustav, when she had fallen ill a few days earlier, had panicked, not having known how to handle a sick person around, but trying his best without question. He had asked around, he had told her, had bothered everyone he knew, just to figure out how to take care of her.

It was the bare minimum, but she felt so loved, surely after having been married for almost two years.

'Did they move again already?' Gustav interrupted her wanderings, pressing his hand against her rounded belly with an almost childlike excitement in his eyes. Siri couldn't help but put her hand over his and nod. 'They did... It's been getting more and more and h-honestly, with how... Active, they are, it wouldn't surprise me if they take after you.'

She booped his nose; Gustav grinned his cheeky grin, quickly kissing her. 'That would be the dream, of course! But, a mini you also sounds perfect! Either way, as long as they're healthy-'

'Hm-hmm,' Siri muttered, gently squeezing his hand. A deep breath escaped her, and she casted a glance to the small tray with food Gustav had set on the bed. She reached out, her fingers grazing over the little object she hadn't been able to see before; a small package, wrapped together with a tiny bow.

'Now... W-what do we have here, my Captain?' she asked, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked up at her husband - the sudden blush on his cheeks didn't escape her.

'Well, that's a present I got. For you. Cuz I know you love it when I get little things for you,' Gustav explained, grinning brightly as his eyes followed his wife's hands while she played around with the package. 'And can't I spoil my lovely, pregnant wife who just so happens to be sick?'

Siri laughed softly, sinking back into her pillows. 'I-I don't see why you can't... That's so sweet of you, Gustav. Really.'

Under her husband's watchful eyes, Siri gently opened the package - a bright smile appeared on her pale face as she saw what it was.

'Y-You got me a golden bracelet...?' she asked, a tone of disbelief to her voice. 'H-how did you-'

'I made it myself!' Gustav quickly explained, putting his hand over hers. 'At the forge, Gobber helped me. I carved our names into it, and those flowers you like so much. Are you... Happy? With it?'

Siri nodded, quickly pulling him in for a hug as she let out a soft laugh. 'O-of course! I love it, it's so beautiful... Thank you, Gustav.'

'Hey, no problem,' Gustav grinned, hugging her back. 'Anything to cheer you up! And, I like doing things for you too, like making you presents, and cooking you dinner...'

A smile appeared on Siri's face; she felt her heart swell in adoration. She wanted to say something to thank him, but was interrupted when she felt a slight flutter inside her belly. A gasp escaped her; she grabbed onto Gustav's arm, quickly pulling his hand to her stomach. 'They're kicking,' she said, the brightest smile on her face.

Gustav's eyes widened, and he quickly leaned in, gently rubbing his wife's belly. 'Hi,' he brought out - he took in a sharp breath of air when he felt the kick as well. 'Oh- yeah, yeah. Hi, kiddo. It's daddy, I'm taking care of your mommy and you! Please be okay in there for us, m'kay? We can't wait to meet you!'

'What do you wanna name them...?' Siri asked softly, reaching out to gently move her husband's hair away from his forehead. 'S-something to honor our... Our little Niv, o-or...?'

Gustav shrugged. 'I don't know. Let's, y'know, see how it goes first. But, I'm feeling pretty lucky about this one - and let's be honest, are we really gonna be that unlucky and lose, well, two babies in a row? That would be pretty unfair.'

'Y-yeah, you're right,' Siri nodded slowly, taking a deep breath - when another cough came up. She jerked forward, her throat aching as her lungs squeezed together. 'O-oh-'

Gustav's face pulled into a frown, and he quickly ushered his wife down underneath her blankets. 'I- yeah, I think I'd better let you rest. Don't forget your soup, okay, babe? Astrid will kill me if you don't eat it.'

Taking a deep breath, Siri nodded, shivering underneath her blankets. She took another glance at her husband, muttering a soft, 't-thank you...'

'Hey, no problemo,' Gustav saluted her as he stood up, dusting off his knees. 'I'll leave you be, m'kay? Just call me when you need me.'

With that, he walked down the stairs, back to their living room - as Siri closed her eyes, trying to calm down, she heard him whistle, and a smile appeared on her lips.

What was she happy with her oh-so-loving husband.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags!! Just some nice GusSiri fluff to brighten your day <333

[livlepretre]

Okay so I'm in love with this series!!!!

It's funny bc I just finished it today and didn't know the 2nd season was out on the 1st lol I had some good timing there.

I'm very sad however that they had to recast Mat for whatever reason.

I'm not quite into Rand yet. Maybe will take a bit more time as I quite like everyone else.

I'm a bit confused as to one thing in the last episode: that one dude that showed up on bel tine and then to take the horn, said all 5 of them essentially are needed to take on the Dark one. Does that mean they are all the Dragon reborn? Or is it still just Rand?

Anyway, wheeeee! L of time hehe

YOU ARE SO IN LUCK!

(but!!! when you finish gobbling up season 2, and are eagerly awaiting season 3, remember that the books are PHENOMENALLY FUN and are waiting to be read or listened to! Rosamund Pike even narrates the first book!)

Hmmm I'm actually relieved Mat was recast 😅 The actor himself did a fine enough job in terms of acting, he just did the poorest job of the main cast of capturing the essence of the book character in my opinion. Like, he just doesn't seem like MAT to me at all. (There are so many character moments in the show that aren't in the books that would make me shout HA! SHE/HE WOULD!) Perhaps that might have changed in time, but as things stand, I'm actually looking forward to seeing if a different actor can get a truer grasp on the character I love so much. Like, I understand that lots of plot points have been changed for the show, which I am cool with, I just didn't recognize Mat Cauthon in season 1 practically at all. Probably only in the scenes where he was talking to children and you could see the kinder side of him.

AS FOR RAND. Wow. Let me tell you. Hang on. He's not my special favorite for nothing. (Really hard for me to decide whether he, or Elayne, who will be introduced in season 2, is my favorite character-- I flip back and forth constantly!)

But that did get me thinking-- the first book is mostly from Rand's POV, except for when they are all split up after Shadar Logoth and we get Perrin and Nynaeve telling the story as well, but then once they reunite it reverts back to solely Rand's POV again. Book 2 has a lot more POV changes in it, but is still Rand POV heavy. So, we simply get to know him really, really well right off the bat. In the ensemble-- especially with all of the stuff in the show trying to build mystery over who the Dragon Reborn is, and also, giving us lots of scenes and moments with characters who did not get POV time in the first book, perhaps he just doesn't have the same time-- ESPECIALLY because he is such an "interior" character-- so much of who he is is about what he is thinking and how he is feeling as opposed to what he is saying. We get a lot of moments in the show of Rand quietly looking out over the horizon, or watching his friends in concern, and that is very him.

And of course, he is on the path to the most gruesome and devastating hero's journey of all time. Being the Dragon Reborn in no way saves him from the horrors of being a male channeler, or from the horrors of the actions he will take. Part of why I love Rand so much as a character is that he goes through trauma and depression and PTSD and mental illness and physical disability with so much realism and there is just so much empathy in me for that journey.

So, to answer your question:

Rand is the only Dragon Reborn, but that doesn't mean that the others don't all play an integral role in facing the Dark One.

What's great about this is that this directly references something Min (the seer they meet in Fal Dara) tells Rand in the first book-- that all five of them are essential if they are to have any hope of winning the battle.

Moiraine herself contemplates early in the series that she was wrong to place so much importance on Rand alone; although he is the most important, in terms of winning the Last Battle, the others are also extremely important. This plays into how Rand is not the only one who is ta'veren. In the books, only Perrin and Mat are confirmed as also ta'veren, and the idea that maybe Egwene is too is played with but never confirmed (she's probably not, but there is enough gray area there to speculate). Making the female characters ta'veren as well is something that works well for the show, I think, and helps drive in this point that it is about the teamwork of these 5 young people (as well as the teamwork of many, many more).

(Interesting that you should ask if a soul can be split on reincarnation-- I remember this being a question that would come up back in Ye Olde Fandom Days 20 years ago. The answer is no! But the mechanics of reincarnation are probably going to get fleshed out further in season 2!)

[koifoxes]

chapter 119 atm. I think it's quite telling how slow I am with the first volume. im halfway through and ive still yet to be interested. it's just so... nothing. the substance isn't substancing. 😭 im pushing hard to finish the first volume, I still want to do right by this series that's so clearly beloved by many readers.

regardless, even if the world building so far has been okay (it's cool but extremely slow and lots of info dumping), ive correctly predicted the plot so far so im not feeling very excited by anything. atp i feel like i should be vaguely spoiled (for the first volume) to keep going.

my predictions so far is

- some dead nighthawks (preferably the prominent ones such as old neil and dunn. neil more so because he seems like he's not relevant to main point of interest/mystery; antigonus family notebook. dunn because he's written with enough charm and characterisation for you to remember, but not important enough to stay. then add more nighthawks to the mix i guess. to make you feel something, like oh they were so important.)

- new tarot member. obviously. rules of 3 so there'll be a third member atleast by the end of first vol. seems like the tarot club is gonna be a fully fledged club full of people. theyll eventually know klein's identity as the fool in the later volumes.

- involvement of the true creator somehow. idk how but somehow. clearly an antagonistic force that'll become a threat soon since they're hamming it up. influence would probably result in aforementioned nighthawks deaths

- missing man levnus or wtv his name was becomes relevant later on. clearly written with a bit too much commitment for my own liking. becomes really relevant later in the novel.

- the real cherry on top if something happens to the morreti family. knowing that there's 8 volumes total, the morreti family will eventually become involved. there's no way klein can stay with his family considering the supernatural he's going through. he's likely gonna stay away from them to protect them. the family is the only real thing of substance imo, the author is going to use that to propel you into the next volume, either that or some big new mystery that reveals the "coincidences" that keep happening to klein (preferably the person behind it)

- mr azik becomes relevant later. clearly a character for the next volumes. klein will keep in touch with him

- an important artifact will be involved. uurrrrhh I'm expecting this bc so far artifact use has been introduced twice so rules of 3. the last artifact that the nighthawks use will be really memorable. im thinking itll be used against another nighthawk because of shock factor wrow also expanding the "moral utility" of artifacts (expanding the use of artifacts)

- by the name of the volume, klein will move up sequence to clown. the "act"/role will make klein very depressed (for irony), like... clowns laugh a lot. they're cheery and stuff, so klein will laugh a lot, the acting part comes when it's in the face of danger or the "unknown". i think this is so because of one of the prominent "hidden rules" of being a seer is to be unafraid of the unknown. laughing is not only being unafraid but basically flipping it off. thats courage. this is sorta the only link i found between the two roles, other than how they both belong in a circus like klein suggests. maybe the next sequence is magician or acrobat?

- this is probably the biggest stretch but klein is probably the key to unlocking the mysteries of the gods/lords. the way he utilises the grey fog and prayers would suggest that the other gods are similar to klein. they're human like anyone else, just that they're so good at "acting" (similar to klein acting as the fool) that people think they're more than they actually are. most evident THE MULTIPLE TIMES where the tarot members motion how the fool is a "god". ritual for prayers is similar, acting as a god, etc. klein will likely find out what happens in the epochs and whatnot. the whole thing about "acting" and "digesting", with the way he is with as the fool, he'll become a god himself eventually in the later volumes.

currently 15 chapters into lotm rn. ik everyone says that i should atleast finish the first vol to know whether i should drop it but it really feels like such a chore to read through the first novel

[magdaclaire]

call me whenever you’d like

a continuation of this, as ellenmissouri is still eating my frontal lobe

There's a lot of reasons to hate the hunter community, all said. So many lives lost that Ellen couldn't count them all if she tried, names she doesn't even remember anymore that have passed through the doors of The Roadhouse since her daddy opened it all that time ago. It's dangerous work, and a callous memory to be lost to, a cause with no great end. It can wear a person right through.

Any reason to hate it, at least the Campbells still let her know when Mary passes away.

The idea of not knowing is something that could have kept her up at night for years, waiting for Mary's one more phone call, waiting to know if she was okay, if she was even alive (she isn't, she isn't, Mary's dead, and Ellen can barely feel her hands), she's glad Mary's brother took care of things. Body already burnt like any hunter, at least Mary got a gravestone. God above, Mary's boys. What'll happen to Mary's boys? Sure enough, Mary's husband- John, Noah, something biblical- would take care of them, raise them how Mary would've, but no one could do anything quite like Mary could.

Even dead, Ellen can't let her be anything less than perfect in her head. A girl made of fireflies. A mother in flames.

Ellen's chest hurts, feels fit to burst, but there's more to be done than just grieve. There always is. She grabs the phone off the hook and twists her fingers in the chord, dialing a number so familiar she doesn't even look at where it's carved into the wall above the phone anymore. Well, that's almost true. Something nervous in her always checks the last two digits, doesn't trust her head more than her eyes however that may be, but she punches it in accurate and accepts the long distance cost.

"Hello Ellen Joleen," Missouri says as soon as she picks up the phone. Ellen smiles for the first time all day. Missouri never checks before she leaps right in.

"Hey Miz," she says, the familiarity smoothing in a little levity despite it all. Despite the occasion. She climbs onto the counter beside the phone jack and leans her head back against the cabinet.

"Hey sweetheart. How you holding up?"

"Not that well, as it happens. I've... got something to tell you," she says, her lips pressed together like an envelope closing up her sentence, the tension across her shoulders enough to make her clench her teeth.

"I- I know, Ellen," Missouri says, and Ellen's eyebrows crease. Oh no, not...

"Oh, Miz." There are times when she hates the lot that Missouri was served in life, even as much as Missouri has told her that she wouldn't rather it go to somebody else. She closes her eyes, bites her lip. Readies herself. She isn't ready.

"She was wearing a nightgown, El- our Mary! A nightgown! And she was trying to protect her baby, El, she didn't have any weapons on her or anything, Mary," Missouri rambles, her voice slowing out to accommodate the pace of her tears. Mary Campbell, known to have at least two guns and two knives besides, holy water coming off of her by the gallon, their Mary, died empty handed. Died protecting her child without anything to protect him with. A demon death nearly a decade after she had gotten out. Ellen catches her temple on the door handle of the cabinet, but strange enough, it doesn't feel like it matters much. And Missouri had to see that.

"Oh honey." Ellen means to say more, but Missouri. But Missouri.

"And there was no one to tell! Couldn't warn her civilian husband, couldn't call you, have you stuck in the same vicious waiting period I always am, just telling people that horrible things are going to happen and never being able to stop what I see. I saw her, Ellen. On that ceiling. On fire. Bleeding." Missouri's voice is thin, reedy, makes Ellen want to hold her fingers between her own, feel Missouri's heartbeat in her palms. Make sure she felt her there too. 

"And you were alone with it. And I never want you to be again, alright? Missouri Rose, you call me if you see something you don't need to bear alone. You shouldn't have had to hold that by yourself, now. I'm here. Lean on me, darlin'," she requests, her face unconsciously tilted up, her socked feet knocking slightly against the wooden base of the counter. They don't have Mary any longer, so much as they even had Mary in the last few years at all. What she knows is that she's going to do whatever she can to make things easier for Missouri. Whatever Missouri will let her.

"And what? Call you every time I see something? Bother you every day with my most innocuous visions of what might happen, even if it's not important? I could waste a lot of your time like that," Missouri says, the purse of her mouth clear as day through the sound of her voice, and Ellen loves knowing someone so well. A few more phone calls from Missouri Moseley certainly wouldn't run amiss around here. 

"If that's what it takes? Missouri, you can call me whenever you'd like. Day, night, in the small gray hours of the morning, doesn't matter much to me. I'm never gonna turn you away, okay? I'll always believe you. You know that, right?" she asks, making her voice a little harsher, rougher, her meanness coming out a little through her nose. It always gets her when they do this. Try to take everything on by themselves. Missouri and Mary used to do it both. Just because she doesn't get active in the hunting scene much anymore since her knee got blown out doesn't mean she can't do the work.

"I- Of course, El. Of course I know that. Believing me doesn't always mean you wanna hear every single vision, though, does it?" There's a sarcastic lilt to her voice, as if Ellen is doing something terribly naive again. She doesn't care. What's naivety in a world like this?

"Maybe I just think you deserve to be heard. To talk about it. I can help, Miz. Let me help," she requests, throwing it out as her last ditch effort into coaxing Missouri into allowing Ellen to help to carry some of the load. Missouri gives her a disapproving tut, only a little bit tinged by her sadness.

"Now, you're not playing fair, Ellen Joleen," she says, sniffling just a bit. What Ellen wouldn't give to hold her. To see her. They've only met in person twice, but Ellen doesn't think there's anything she wouldn't do for this girl. It's the least she deserves.

"Life hasn't been fair to you, Miz. I'm setting out on evening scores," Ellen says, her voice barely more than a whisper, the receiver pressed so hard against her jaw that it'll hurt if she keeps leaving it like this. Her good leg is pulled up on the counter with her, her bum knee left extended so it can get a little rest. There's hair coming out of her ponytail. She's not paying any mind to any of it.

"Eventually, I will see something that hurts you again," Missouri reminds her, her voice harder again. She's building her resolve to argue her way out of this again. Ellen frowns.

"And I won't blame you then, either, sweetheart, what are you worried about? What are you afraid of?"

"All of it, Ellen! I'm afraid of seeing more people die and I'm afraid of telling you about it. I'm afraid that I'll see so much death that one day it will suck every modicum of life out of me, and I'm afraid that one day, you'll notice that it's doing that too. I'm afraid that I will have this, I will have you, and then I won't, El. What if this is what makes you tired of the future? Tired of-"

"Tired of you?" Ellen asks, not wanting to let Missouri work herself to any more of a fit than she was already.

"Tired of me," Missouri confirms, steady and hollow. Scared, but sure.

"And what if I don't, Miz?"

"What if you don't?"

"What if I never get tired of you? What if I want you to share everything that fucks you up? What if I don't want you to be alone? What if I want to be the one that's with you? What if I never want us to stop calling each other and talking? What if I wanna know it all?"

"Then one day, I'll lose you too. You'll die, Ellen. And I'll see it. And I won't be able to stop it."

"So you never want to have me at all? Five, ten, twenty, hell, maybe thirty years of this, of us, we could have that, and you're willing to miss out because you don't wanna lose me? Miz, I'll die either way, baby. You'll die either way. You decide when the grief hits. We've already lost Mary," she says, and the wound is somewhere deep within her that might never heal, but different, maybe, then it wouldn't have been if they had been close in the years before Mary's death. Mary had called her every now and again, of course, but not nearly so often as Missouri has in the last years. There's a metallic sound on the other side of the line.

"You're not pulling any punches today, my dear," Missouri says, and Ellen can hear her pull on a cigarette. Missouri smokes inside often enough Ellen could recognize the sound anywhere. She hits her head back against the cabinet again.

"I'm trying to convince you to let me help take care of you. In what world would this be the battle I chose to begin pulling my punches during, babe?" she asks, wishing a little bit that she had a cigarette of her own, but she's trying not to smoke inside anymore. At least not in the kitchen. Makes the food taste weird.

"I am ill equipped for logic right now, Ellen, dear. Perhaps try again next time." Ellen raises a brow.

"So you will be calling next time then?" she drills in, unable to let it go when she knows that her friend, her Missouri, is hurting. She can't let her keep thinking it's alright that she does it alone.

"Well, I would hate to disappoint, wouldn't I?" Missouri teases, sounding all buttoned back up and presentable, and sharp edged Missouri Rose Moseley, perfect and pressed and nothing less than impressive. Ellen smiles despite it all.

"And so you would. You gonna be okay, sweetheart?" she asks, just one last time. Never can be too sure. Missouri chuckles.

"I always am, dear. I'll call you soon?" she asks. Ellen nods, even if Missouri can't see it.

"I'll pick up."

[el-los-world]

Alrighty, here I am with more Darkiplier headcanons (bc I am a shameless Darkiplier apologist) that have been living in my mind, head, and brain rent free 24/7, 365.

Again, if I am wrong about ANY of this, please don't hesitate to correct me. These are just wee little ideas I'm spewing here.

OK, so @markiplier stated in his ADWM breakdown stream how he was the fucking WORST. He was just fucking AWFUL. He was a social manipulator because of that, right? And while I do think that is true, I also have a feeling that part of the reason why he social manipulates you is because it's a defense mechanism (Well, on Damien's part, anyway. Celine does it bc that's just how she is, me thinks. Hence the "don't trust the seer" in WKM.) He's already been fucked over once. He's not allowing that shit to happen to him ever again, if he can help it. If anyone was gonna be fucking people over, it was gonna be him. He's done being a victim. As Damien once said "I'm tired of being a pawn in everybody's game."

Whatever you want Darkiplier to be to you, he will be it (this most likely goes hand-in-hand with his manipulation, to an extent. Hence the "if dinner is what you want, then I can provide..." in ADWM.) Actor!Mark obviously wants him to be the villain, so clearly, he's going to play that part, and play it exceptionally well. But with me, he seems a lot more like an anti-hero. It fits him so well, in my eyes. No, I'll admit, he's not some prince charming in shining armor, but he's not the full antagonist here, either. He's a perfect little mixture of both, to me (again, this could be me just being a complete Darkiplier apologist here. Don't quote me on this, please. )

Here's an extra bonus HC I have for Wilford, Dark, and Eric Derekson.

Wilford and Dark adopt him and raise him as their own. Dark tries his hardest to be the responsible and stern (but not too stern/abusive) parent. Meanwhile Wilford is the "Cool Parent™️." Dark and Wilford are both so protective of him. Actually, scratch that, all of the egos (even Googleplier and Actor!Mark) are protective with this sweet baby boy. The second Derek starts being a douche towards Eric (or really just be in the same room with Eric just to make him feel uncomfortable, or starts looking at him funny), everyone grabs the nearest object to just fucking PUMMEL or SHOOT the fucking dick with.

Dark and Eric spend time together by having coffee/tea and sitting in the library together while listening to soft music. It helps With poor Eric's nerves and anxiety, lets him relax for a while, as well as his medication, which both remind him to do frequently. Wilford spoils the FUCK out of him by taking him on shopping sprees, a movie, or even grabbing him a bite to eat, and such. It is pretty much the only time you see him being truly happy.

If there's anybody that could honestly trust Dark to not manipulate them, it's Eric and Wilford. Wilford because of their history, Eric because he has honestly done nothing wrong. He's precious. He's truly and purely innocent, and it tears Dark's heart to see what he's been through. He can't go through with it.

They're happy, but dear Lord, they are such a dysfunctional hot mess. But make no mistake, as long as he is with them, he's acknowledged, he's appreciated, he's validated, he's cared for, he's loved.

Now remember, I may be wrong about all of these things. I'm not Markiplier. I don't have any anecdotal details for these characters, and if I did, it's bc Mark told me, and I would not tell Jack shit unless Mark told me it was OK to leak this info out.

[badgirlcovenrep]

headcanons of my babies being fugitives of state together bc I love the scooby gang - part 1 (? (I just feel like they're gonna keep coming)

- they go thrifting for civilian disguises. A full montage of trying on funny hats and sunglasses ensue

- they share clothes. I feel like tally and scylla would be the ones to have the most fun with this and constantly be trading around stuff with each other. Though scylla takes raelle's shirts over everything almost every day.

- scylla is a pigeon crow lady now

- you can find her feeding them worms outside every once in a while

- she talks to them and they all have names

- dumb ones too, like blackberry, lord cawster, russel crowe, feather fawcett, crowbar jr., etc (you all win extra points if you can give me more of these i'm dying for more)

- everyone else is weirded out and honestly a little scared. Raelle finds it endearing

- they eventually find a house and start being a little found family

- quinn is the montessori mom who 100% missed her calling as a kindergarten teacher.

- She never had biological children and suddenly she's given 6 very powerful yet very chaotic witch kids but she's managing and honestly we should all applaud her for that

- nicte is the wine mom (with a criminal past). She acts like she doesn't care as long as they're not abt to die, but deep down she loves being part of the idiot gang

- she's also quite insightful when they want advice

- they train their magic together in the backyard like a little boot camp and nicte whoops their ass constantly

- the kids eventually start to bicker as they develop into a little family and have to learn to communicate better together as they go

- it's mostly dumb stuff tho, like who's gonna do which chore

- also 95% of the times it's abigail and scylla

- abigail is canonically v bossy and scylla just doesn't really care for that (she also thinks it's funny to push her buttons sometimes)

- they eventually bond over being the ones that would a 1000% commit a plethora of war crimes to keep the little found family safe

- like all of them would die for each other but Abigail and scylla would burn the world for their friends/SOs and they eventually gain respect towards each other bc of that

- Khalida is everyone's little sister

- being the youngest in the group they can't help but be protective (and a little teasing) of her constantly

- she pretends it doesn't but it annoys her to no end

- "I'm a leader of my people, damn it! My ancestors picked my mind to keep their knowledge for the next centuries to be! You will NOT rustle my hair like an undignified little baby!" Abigail: "Yeah you're also like 4 feet tall so tough luck"

- they all love each other a lot tho

- they sit around in the backyard after training and tell stories around the fire

- they also dance and sing songs and have a little bit of nice normal carefree times together for the first time in a while

- between Adigail and raylla it's almost torture every single day for mostly everyone in the house

- the pda is INTENSE.

- it's almost always raylla but Abigail and Adil have their moments too

- (I have a feeling raelle would be the one to not give a single fuck and constantly get scylla flustered by kissing the daylight out of her in front of people but that's a one-shot for another day)

- m and gregorio eventually make their way to the fam too

- they all have to do missions together and are little shits about it the whole way

- the scooby gang is strong together but they DO NOT get along well under pressure

- once they're in a mission and gregorio says he has to pee when they're in a really sensitive moment and Abigail almost croaks on the spot

- abigail: Tally give me the safe opening thingy.

Tally:........

abigail, trying not to blow a fuse as she's hung upside down inside the security room of a bank: you forgot the damn thing AGAIN, didn't you?

Tally: I'M A SEER I'M NOT A REMEMBERER!

- yule with them would be the cutest thing ever

- them sitting around the yule log giving each other presents 🥺

- quinn playing the piano and them all taking turns singing holiday songs

- Petra, Edwin and Anacostia are there

- they all made the dinner together like a sweet little family, with apple pie and everything

- scylla, Adil, khalida and Tally can probably cook, the rest of them absolutely cannot

- they're not in charge of the food tho (thank goddess)

[pjowasmy1stfandom]

Okay, I got some sleep. Now. Notes. These are just from the first two episodes. Like, the originals.

Kai: Lord Garmadon? Underworld? What's going on?

Me: Welcome to the beginning of chaos, my friend

Kai: what is happening why are there skeletons and why did they take my sister?

Wu: story time!!!

Y'know? The picture of Kai & Nya's dad looks nothing like he does later on. Yippee

Wu is a lizard. He scaled that mountain like nobody's business

Kai: A monastery? You expect me to learn to fight in a place of peace?

Wu: Not fight. Train. (Same tone as 'Green' from the Lego Ninjago Movie)

Wu calls Zane 'a seer with sixth sense' and Zane literally makes his shurikins disappear. Is the sixth sense thing bc he's a robot? AND HOW DID HE MAKE THEM DISAPPEAR BOI KNOWS MAGIC

Y'know what, good for Jay for talking with Zane about humor

Wu called them the chosen ones... to protect the four weapons, but that's boring. They can all be the chosen one!! (That way Lloyd's not left out/ostracized)

Jay's accent has changed. By like, a lot. He's got more of a country/junkyard drawl right now in the first episode. I hadn't even noticed, but then again, my watching of Ninjago has been spotty

Jay: Let's chopsaki this lemonade stand

I don't think I realized how much Jay and Zane looked to Cole as their leader. Kai... does his own thing. As per usual. I think later, Lloyd becomes the leader, but I think it also becomes a lot more of a give and take, everyone coming forward with ideas.

Honestly, Cole, Jay, and Zane are working in sync really well

Lessons learned from Ninjago: putting something over your head and standing completely still hides you from skeletons

Cole: You said you were gonna teach us Spinjitzu

Wu: Spinjitzu is inside each and every one of you

Me: Wu, just tell them the training course taught them the moves. C'mon Wu

Why is Wu letting an inexperienced teen steer the ship through a dangerous ice passage? Training, obviously. I mean, having everyone be able to steer does come in handy later when they're in actual emergencies

Wu: The most powerful move in Spinjitzu blah blah blah (talking about the Ultimate Tornado or whatever where they combine their elements)

Me: Oh yeah, that exists. Why don't they use it, like, a LOT more often???

Cole: *is the one steering the ship*

Ship: *crashes into ice platform*

Cole: Uh, wasn't me

I forgot that Zane literally got frozen when he grabbed the shurikens and the other three had to carry him out like a battering ram, screaming all the way

Cole can play the drums/bongos. Not surprising, but fun fact

Garmadon created an illusion of Nya to lead Kai to the Fire Temple. I mean, it ended up being a shadow, but still. WAIT HE CAN CONTROL SHADOWS?!?!?!! (I don't think he uses it after he leaves the Underworld, so I think it was an Underworld thing. Maybe.)

Honestly, Garmadon being threatening here is being like, 80% effective bc I know what kind of person he is and he is fully willing to commit war crimes and at the same time, I know what kind of person he is and he is fully a good father which makes for a really interesting character. But yes, here, he hasn't been played for comedy at all yet, so he's very threatening. 9/10, I know what's gonna happen so it loses some effect, but otherwise, excellent threatening. Would watch again

I swear, it must have been so weird for Nya bc she just got randomly kidnapped by skeletons, dragged around in a sack for who knows how long and then tied up in chains and suspended from the ceiling above a lava pit in a random flamey temple. Then her brother shows up, the bad guy is monologuing from the walls, and her brother starts busting out NINJA MOVES. Like, where did he learn those??? WHEN did he learn those??? While she was stuck in a bag, he got to learn cool ninja moves??? Unfair. And THEN he turns into a mini tornado

Nya acting so terrified is so weird to me bc I'm used to her being fully caught up on things and ready to fight. Now she's just a scared teen who's so grateful her big brother saved her

Nya: Stay close, stay back. Make up your mind!

Wu: *lands on the fire dragon's head, looks down, realizes he's on a dragon head, and immediately flips off*

Again with Nya being terrified. I mean, I know that it really is in character for her right now, but I'm used to 'grown up/confident' Nya, or 'terrified but knows how to fight' Nya. Not... not this. I mean, I love her, but I can't wait until she stops screaming every time something dangerous comes. At least when the focus stops being on her screaming. She can scream, but everyone else screams too.

So, the guardians of the Four Weapons end up being the ninjas' dragons later, right? So did Wu plan that or was it just a 'hey, let's stick these really cool themed dragons to watch over these weapons' and then later he comes back to find the ninja standing there with four dragons behind them like, 'can we keep them? Pleaaaaseee??

I can't tell if Garmadon saying 'No, you fool!' was because Wu was taking the sword to the Underworld , Wu was taking THE SWORD to the Underworld, or WU was taking the sword to the Underworld. Like, caring about the sword vs. his brother

Say what you want about Kai, but he's a good kid. Sure, he's hot-headed and stubborn and all sorts of messed up, but he owns up to his own mistakes. He's the first one to pull the 'no, it should have been me making the sacrifice' card

I swear, Nya is just standing around like: 'Who's the old guy who just took my brother's sword and fell down a lava pit? Who's the creepy shadow on the walls who almost killed me? Is that a dragon? What is going on? Huh? Who? What? Where? WHY?'

Kai: It's all my fault. Sensei won't be able to hold up for long.

Me: Bro??? You underestimate your sensei. He's literally at least half god. And you know this. You know he is half god and you still believe that he will die???

The skeletons literally cross over to the Underworld by breaking the speed limit

It's incredibly impressive that Cole, Zane, and Jay were able to catch up to the skeletons when the skeletons were starting to go fast enough to break the world barrier AND THE NINJAS WERE TREE JUMPING (except Jay, he was running, which is almost more impressive)

ZANE'S LITTLE WAVE WHEN SAMUKAI LOOKED AT HIM I AM DYING

Jay: *for some reason thinks punching a lock will break it when the lock is literally bigger than his hand* Okay, that's why they make keys

Wait, did Zane always have such a fancy way of talking? Idk if it's quite British, but it's definitely fancy and I feel like that got relaxed in later seasons. I don't say I agree with that choice, but you do you, I guess

The underworld is apparently the one place no mortal can cross over to. I think I'd have to disagree there. Both because mortals did cross over and because there are plenty more places that are supposed to be like that

And okay, the dragon thing, Kai's idea. As usual. And yeah, that probably wasn't Wu's original plan, so that makes it funnier when they show up in the Underworld and now have dragons and Wu must be like '!??!??!?'

Why does the entire temple open in half like a dollhouse?? Merchandise

Kai's dragon: *roars*

Cole: *screams and backflips twice to hide behind a pillar*

ZANE BEING A GOOD WINGMAN FOR JAY OH MY HEART.

Jay: Ou Ike ue?

Zane: He cannot talk, but he wants to know if you like blue

Jay: *nods*

Nya: It's my favorite color

Jay: *VERY RASPY* Yesss...

Ugh, okay, I get that realistically Nya would not be able to join in with them and go kick butt, but I swear, she just does not fit the whole 'calm, patient little sister who promises to wait' vibe. Like, yes, she can, but if she doesn't have to, she won't. Can't wait for the girl to get fed up and make a role for herself (and incidentally get the boys all riled up at the same time, haha)

Where did they get the dragon saddles???

Also, why did they spend the time to go BACK to the places where the weapons were to get the dragons? Wouldn't they have wanted to hurry it up as fast as possible? Eh, whatever. I have bigger plotholes to worry about

Dragons: *turn into spinny darts*

Ninja: Oh, this may have been a bad idea

AAAAAA THE THEME COMING IN FULL FORCE AS THEY FLY THROUGH THE TUNNEL AAAAAAA

Love how the ninja just happened to land in a lineup... on the ground

WHEN DID THESE BOYS GET A COSTUME CHANGE THEIR GI NOW HAVE DRAGONS ON THEM

Helmet skeleton: Hold up! Nothing gets through without inspection

Eye patch skeleton: NINJA SEARCH!! *throws everything off* Okay. You're clear to pass

I swear, fall damage is not a thing in this world. It can't be. If it is, that's the unbelievable thing here

Eye patch skeleton: Uhhh, if there's more than one ninja, is it 'ninjas' or is it just 'ninja'?

Helmet skeleton: I think it's just 'ninja'

Eye patch skeleton: Oh. Okay. Then... NINJAAAAAA

Garmadon and Wu sound so CONTEMPTUOUS when they call each other 'Brother'. I like it

The true measure of a ninja: If they can backflip/front flip out of the way of a very dedicated tank class soldier

Honestly, I am now here for Jay and Zane interactions bc they are so funny together

The size of the Tornado of Creation is not equal to the size of the ninjas' individual tornados. I guess that's an example of synergy right there

One skeleton would rather jump off a cliff than get sucked into a giant elemental tornado. Honestly, I understand why. If I was facing that thing... Yeah, no thanks

Okay, I forgot this. They had the really cool scene with the Tornado of Creation and all that and when they finished... Ferris wheel cage. Okay, who's bright idea was that. Jay? I feel like that was you

WHERE DID EYEPATCH SKELETON GET COTTON CANDY???

Kai: C'mon, there's no time to waste

Me: And yet there was time to waste on an outfit change, I see?

Wu is the first one to actually make the weapons do anything elemental I see. Wu doing a lot of firsts here

Skeleton general guy is the second and WHY ARE THE NINJA JUST WATCHING. YES, IT IS YOUR SENSEI'S FIGHT. I STILL THINK HE'D LIKE A LITTLE HELP

Aaaand now it's too late, the bridges are gone

JAY NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR COTTON CANDY. Especially if it's eye patch skeleton's old cotton candy. You don't know where his bones have been. Also how are you eating that through your mask??

Idiot. Samukai you are an idiot

Wu, why you saying no one can handle all their power at once when your brother can?? And if Garmadon can, you probably can too??? I would assume that would be a FSM child thing

Me: *knows what's happening and where it's going*

Garmadon: You've fallen right into my master plan

Me: *surprised Pikachu face*

Okay, wait, Garmadon says that even he can't handle it all at once. But he also can handle the Master Weapon when it's forged. I guess that's... different? Somehow?

I don't think I realized that Samukai literally poofs into dust. First onscreen death, I guess. Unless the FSM fading into the paper screen during story time counts (I don't count it)

Oh. Garmadon doesn't have four arms yet. THAT's why he can't handle the Four Weapons. Honestly, I'm so used to seeing Lord Garmadon with four arms that I guess my mind just mentally put them into the scene instead of realizing 'hey, that guy's only got two arms'

Okay, Wu's accent just changed, like, completely. What the heck?

Wu, end of the second episode: Then I have done my part

Me: Nah, these guys gonna need a WHOLE LOT more help

Okay, wait, was there just an ominous cloud hanging over the workshop THE WHOLE TIME KAI WAS GONE??!?!?!

I feel that there was some off-screen relationship developing considering that Jay literally says 'my turn' and then goes right in for a hug with Nya and she whole-heartedly returns it, like??? when did you two get to know each other better??? (also love the moment right after when Kai smiles while watching them. I stan Jaya and I think Kai does too)

Random villagers: *cheering bc these four teens show up wearing ninja outfits and riding dragons*

Kai: *totally kills the mood by reminding everyone present that Garmadon will come back*

Honestly, 'Lord Garmadon WILL return' could literally be the summary of the entire first 10 seasons of Ninjago

Aaaand the ninja are dumb teens again and decide putting the very dangerous, very powerful weapons together when they KNOW that doing that sort of thing killed a skeleton is a WONDERFUL IDEA

I am also now keeping a sacrifice count (aka a list of who sacrifices themself and how many times). Currently we're starting off strong. Wu sacrificed himself in the second episode. Yippee.

Okay, I gave in and I'm rewatching Ninjago, and I am literally like five minutes into the first episode and I am DYING of laughter. Because imagine it. You and your little sister are doing your thing, just surviving on your own cause your parents vanished into thin air and this random old guy comes in, insults your blacksmithing, your armor, and your family's shop practically all in one breath and then vanishes. Almost instantly after, a bunch of living skeletons show up and start attacking. You're about to die from this four armed skeleton that couldn't have possibly ever actually come from any living thing you know of when this golden mini tornado shows up shouting in the old man's voice. The tornado turns out to actually BE the old man and the skeleton knows the old dude by name (bc of course he does) Old guy also knows skeleton dude by name. You almost die (again) and your little sister gets kidnapped. Your shop is trashed, your sister is now kidnapped, and the old guy is saying nothing helpful. Man, Kai is just having a rough day

[superskaian]

i thought this was going to be shorter but i was having fun justifying my choices. i accessed my CLASSPECT LORE (a flowchart and the hiveswap webbed site) from a few months ago.

anyway here’s nanna’s classpects unravelled

heir of breath

heir- along for the ride -> here bc you want to be -> enjoy learning as you go along

breath- flexible and driven, sweep others along in their wake, difficult to catch or tie down. make good leaders but not necessarily in the altruistic sense. by virtue of them treading their own path they stumble upon being heroic. inspire others via leading by example. prone to self underestimation but not necessarily out of a sense of worthlessness. motivated adaptable and forward thinking OR volatile avoidant and gullible.

analysis: reminds me of john, full stop. john was very excited about getting into sburb, but it’s rose who gets him to retrieve the disk and boot up the game. he’s the player character to her player and they’re cooping through the medium together. john was swept dave along for the ride just by virtue of being his friend and asking him for help. john seems to link all of the kids together bc he and jade seem close and he’s obviously good friends with rose too. 

also. he’s very literally his nanna’s heir.

seer of light

seer- lead the way -> to find the best in other people -> want to help by informing

light- seek knowledge, strive to learn and understand. able to synthesize all sorts of knowledge into answers or solutions or what have you. not bound by rules or societal norms. resourceful and driven OR fussy pedantic and insensitive

analysis: jade! jade! jade is a scientist by nature and has all of these interests and just a huge wealth of knowledge. she knows so many things and can’t divulge them until the time is right. she collects the answers. she sends john a birthday gift that’s going to save his life months before the story starts and writes a letter to the reader chiding them for calling her farmstink before she even falls asleep and appears onscreen.

oh shit hold on. she’s also pretty much a seer just in the normal sense of the word, i won’t say as literal because she seems to scoff at a lot of the fortune telling paraphernalia in her room, but.

knight of time

knight- along for the ride -> here bc you want to be -> it’s fun bc you can protect others

time- fighters, goal-focused, destination > journey, fundamentally incapable of accepting things at face value. the ones who can bring about a miracle. empathetic and relentless problem solvers OR ruthless defensive and impulsive

analysis: just the title of this reminded me of dave and i’m more convinced of that after taking the notes. he’s got the weapon best suited for fighting and steps into the story by john’s request to save rose. the little symbol for time is a gear and i KNOW i recognize it from what i tentatively assigned as dave’s little world on the mayor’s picture but i think this motif has also already been in some of his videos. jade is the one who prodded rose into looking into sburb to begin with.

literally your knight in shining armor with a sword or ten who is waiting for your call to action.

witch of space

witch- lead the way -> to find the best version of yourself -> to push yourself and your imagination to the limit

space- concerned with the big picture, bide their time, are willing to burn it to the ground for the sake of building it back better, journey > destination; steady practical and creative OR detached apathetic and vague

analysis: rose. like dave i already thought this sounded like her from my prior knowledge. rose is a very active participant in getting everyone into the game. she’s done all manner of experimenting and futzing around with game mechanics and is even writing a comprehensive guide on the subject. “burn it to the ground for the sake of building it back better” i just feel that’s where she and her mom are going, there’s no way that relationship doesn't get much worse before it gets better

literally the occult master in a house of creepy wizard statues. tentacle therapist.

[reb0rned]

The Witch’s Heir.

Chapter 5.

Summary: The seer is ominous and another brother makes an entrance.

WHEW, OK, HELLO! It’s been a hot minute since I last posted anything and I am sorry for taking so long... It’s been kind of a crazy time for me, with too many new things that took my time completely. I can’t guarantee I will be consistent with posting, but I promise I will really try. I am fond of this story and would like to finish it eventually! Even though looking back to what I wrote years ago makes me see all the mistakes I made and probably still make,, but! I am here, and I’ll rewrite whatever I need to. Thank you so much for your support, it really makes me happy to see the lil interactions, and thank you if you decide to support me still! Feel free to ask anything and correct me in my writing bc I kinda still suck at translating my own thoughts.

Lots of love for everyone! Hope you are safe and taking care of yourselves; you deserve it!

(also tell me if you want to be tagged or for me to stop tagging you!!)

Warnings: Sigurd being ableist, talk about slavery,, weapon use,,, i think that's it! If you believe i should add something else, please message me!!

Pairings: i’ve finally decided this is gonna be an (eventual) Ivar x reader! but there’ll be a little bit of everything.

Characters: Floki, Aslaug, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar, Bjorn, Tekk (oc), Cat (oc)

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius​   @inforapound   @nyx-daughterofchaos98​   @bagpipes606   @amy8220   @mamabearlovr​   @ace-fiction​   @stillreadingfantasy​   @chandrababyface​

Word Count: 5191.

MASTERLIST

 ‘’What? No way! Ragnar had a christian friend?!’’ You leaned towards Floki from your place on the dusty floor of the room, your smile widening at his mystical and exaggerated expression. ‘'Weren't you guys enemies or something?’’

‘’And we are.’’ Ivar replied from beside you with a smug raise of his eyebrow. ‘’He was his slave.’’ You frowned.

‘’He was his friend. And the gods did not like that, they knew he would betray us. They even sent me a sign.’’ Floki interrupted, catching your attention again.

‘’The gods sent you a sign?’’

‘’I had a vision. They wanted me to… they did not want him here.’’ He looked perturbed by whatever it was he was thinking, but you were far more interested in what he had to say to notice that.

‘’Is it a common thing for your gods to speak to you? To send you signs?’’ Ivar sent a strange look your way at those words. 

‘’For some people, those who are gifted, it is.’’

‘’Those like you?’’ Floki smiled at that, he didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to grow on him.

‘’And you, it seems. Ivar told me his brothers brought you to the seer today.’’ You rolled your eyes; of course he did.

‘’Ah. Yeah, they did. But they might as well not have done it at all. He only spoke nonsense.’’ You replied with an annoyed shrug, and Ivar laughed dryly.

‘’You only say that because your dense mind could not understand the seers wisdom.’’ You looked at him while he mocked you, flaring your nostrils in anger.

‘’And what would you know?’’ You fired back, your voice raising with each word. ‘’You weren’t even there.’’

‘’What did the seer tell you?’’ Floki interrupted you quickly, he knew your conversation could get heated faster than he could hope for.

Luckily, you turned your attention towards him again.

‘’He told me I had to not worry at all, to just wait for my destiny to find me. He said that is what the gods want from me, amongst other confusing things…

Like, what is that? He wants me to wait? Like nothing’s wrong? Like I’m not somewhere completely strange for me and my siblings…?’’ You sighed.

‘’The seer is never wrong, if he told you that, then you should not have any worry.’’ Floki waved his hand dismissively.

‘’But he can actually, like, get the stuff wrong, I guess? I mean, they can’t always understand what the gods tell them, can they? Even if they know them that much.’’ You insisted, trying your best not to lose your temper.

‘’That is exactly what they do, idiot.’’ You ignored Ivar’s words.

‘’You must trust the gods to guide you eventually towards the right path.’’ Floki patted your head lightly and offered you a sympathetic smile. But it did nothing to calm you down: you could see, besides the usual glint of mischievousness, a small fragment of what you could only assume was worry.

‘’Right…’’

 ‘’The important thing is that you recognise them whenever they call you. So let us go back to your lesson. Tell me; what are the many names of Odin?’’

———————————-

That same afternoon, you and your sister were by the stables, accompanied by Ubbe and Hvitserk. Álvaro was already riding through the mountains besides Sigurd, not having wanted to wait for any of you. Your sister struggled with the saddle while you groomed your horse, gently.

‘’Come on, Catalina. He won’t hurt you.’’ You smirked when you heard Ubbe’s exasperated voice, trying his best to help your sister.

‘’But prince Ubbe! If I get down there, I’m scared it’ll knock me down with its hooves!’’ Ubbe snorted.

‘’If you are quick and firm, there is no danger at all. Besides, you told me you had ridden a horse before?’’ He quirked an eyebrow.

‘’And I have, but saddling the horse… that’s different. He’s looking at me with hatred in his eyes...’’

You took Hvitserk’s hand in yours and he guided it to the saddle, indicating to you the correct way to mount it. You followed his instructions carefully.

‘’Be gentle when you sit, Y/n. If you let all your weight fall on her back at once, you will hurt her.’’ You nodded and let your weight down slowly, the mare snorted gratefully and you patted her neck.

‘’Alright, perfect. Now take the reins like I taught you.’’ You did as he told you, a nervous smile on your lips, for this actually was your first time truly riding a horse.

‘’Come on, Cat. We are waiting for you!’’ You teased, smiling at the glare your sister sent your way. Once she finally managed to get her horse ready, she was helped up by Ubbe, he held her by the waist and pushed her up like it was nothing. Ubbe then proceeded to sit behind her. You reached out your hand to help Hvitserk up. 

‘’Alright.’’ Said Ubbe, he was holding the reins over Catalina’s hands, leading them towards the door. ‘’Catalina and I will go ahead, you try to follow us, hm?’’

You looked as Cat took the reins from Ubbe’s hands and started riding, her smile getting wider as she took control of the horse. Even from afar, you could hear their giggling and seemingly endless banter.

‘’Okay. Alright. Come on, please follow them.’’ You spoke softly. The only reaction you got was the twitching of her left ear. ‘’It won’t work.’’ You whispered, already getting frustrated.

‘’It is fine, do not get nervous.’’ Hvitserk comforted you with his hands on your shoulders. ‘’Try kicking its belly with the heels of your boots.’’ His voice was calm and his words were spoken directly into your right ear. That did not help with your nerves at all. 

There was no response from the horse as you repeatedly struggled to kick her belly without hurting her. You let out a frustrated sigh.

‘’I can’t do it, she won’t move.’’ You whined, and you could hear the suppressed snort coming out of Hvitserk’s mouth. ‘’Hvitserk, don’t laugh at me!’’

‘’It is alright, Y/n. You need to be firm, or she will take advantage of your gentleness. Let me do it.’’ He dug his heels on the horse with determination, and she abruptly went into a trot . You yelped, holding on for dear life to the reins and having just enough time to stop it before you ran over the figure that suddenly appeared in front of you. 

‘’Sorry! Oh god, I almost killed you!’’ You caught your breath, holding your chest with your free hand. The man in question was tall, even taller than your horse, and his hair was pulled up into a long braid; you would have thought it was Ragnar if he wasn’t so young. Your thoughts were cut short by Hvitserk’s voice.

‘’Bjorn!’’ He jumped down the horse and greeted him with a hug. You were able to see Catalina and Ubbe just behind them, holding the reins of their horse as they had already dismounted. Your sister helped you down the horse as Ubbe joined the group of men.

You were patting your skirts as the stranger called Bjorn approached you with an intimidating gaze. You straightened your back and looked at him with pursed lips.

Catalina was the first to break the tense silence that was building up. ‘’Prince Bjorn! This is my sister.’’ She gestured towards you and you forced a smile on your lips.

"Ah, you must be Y/n. I have heard a lot about you." You gaped at him, eyes wide.

"Seriously?" You looked around you at the two brothers, and they shrugged with guilty smiles. Bjorn rested a hand on your shoulder. A gigantic hand. 

"Do not be surprised, it is not very common to have such strange visitors here in Kattegat. So it is only normal that people talk about you."

‘’Uhh, yeah, I guess. But, jus-’’ You cleared your throat. ‘’Who are you?’’

‘’I am Bjorn Ironside, son of Ragnar.’’ He announced proudly.

‘’Another one!? Woah…’’

‘’He is a great viking.’’ Ubbe spoke, proudly, while he took the horses to their places. You patted your horse’s snout as a goodbye, and she snorted in return. You smiled.

‘’Has father seen you yet?’’ Hvitserk spoke now, you intertwined your elbow with your sister’s, seeking for an ounce of comfort. She accepted it, but followed close behind the men as they made their way outside. You could see she was looking at the middle one with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher. You nudged her on the side with a slight frown.

‘’And what’s up with that face of yours?’’ She whispered mockingly when she noticed how you watched her.

‘’Nothing’s wrong with my face.’’ Your whisper was a little louder than intended, and she sniggered when Hvitserk turned towards you for a second, giving you an amused smile, before joining his brother’s conversation again. ‘’I should be the one asking.’’

She only laughed again as she picked up your pace to reach the princes.

———————————-

‘’So you four will be joining your brother on the next raid?’’ You asked as Sigurd strummed his oud softly, both of you resting against a tree.

‘’Yes. Well, not the four of us, Ivar cannot go to the battlefield.’’ He looked at you, eyebrows raised, with a slight smirk.

‘’Really? It seemed to me like he was very good at fighting. At least from what I could see the other day.’’ Catalina inquired from beside you, she was resting her head on your right shoulder, a tired look on her face. You dug your carving knife into the piece of wood on your hands. Sigurd took a peek of your work from over your left shoulder.

‘’Maybe he is good, but he is also a cripple.’’ He muttered and pointed at the piece on your hands. ‘’What is it?’’ 

You stopped for a second, processing his words, and shook your head. "It's a dragon. I'm learning to carve those dragon heads that you have on your boats. Only a smaller version of them." You clarified, he hummed.

"Why is that?"

"Floki says I need practice before I can really help him, and I want to, so..." He hummed again in understanding.

There was a long silence, the gentle melody of Sigurd's oud enveloping the three of you, accompanied by the soft chirping of the birds and the singing of the breeze against the trees. The non-silence had felt peaceful before you broke it.

 "Why would you say something like that?" You turned to look directly into Sigurd’s eyes. He did the same, only with a slight frown.

"I wanted to know-" He began, slowly, but you interrupted him.

"No, no. I meant the crippled thing. Why are you always so cruel towards your brother?" You set your carving knife and wooden piece on top of your skirt and thighs.

He averted his gaze then, looking to the distance, to a young woman with blonde locks that seemed to be waiting. You recognised her as one of the thralls that worked for the royal family, Margrethe. Your sister shot you a reprimanding look before she clarified.

‘’You don’t need to answer that, Sigurd.’’

"Because he deserves it." You tried not to frown, waiting for him to explain. "It has always been like that. Poor defenseless Ivar getting everything he wants. I am tired of it. That is all.’’ 

‘’But he’s your brother, shouldn’t you support him? I mean it mustn’t be easy for him, you should know that.’’ 

‘’Well, he needs to understand that he is not the only one suffering.’’ Sigurd looked into the distance, the dryness of his words exasperated you.

‘’But you can’t say that! You have two legs, you can walk, and run, and dance, and swim, what would you know about his world?’’

‘’What do you know about him at all?’’ To which you answered with silence. He was right, you didn’t know how it felt, either, you didn’t know anything about him except for the fact that he was an ass most of the time. You felt a little foolish.

‘’And why are you defending him so suddenly? He has been terrible to you from what I could see.’’ Catalina spoke and you made a face at her.

‘’I don’t know.’’ And you didn’t, really. It was then that you heard Sigurd click his tongue, and you both turned to follow his pained gaze. It was almost too far for you to see, but the girl you remembered named Margrethe was now being held close by a man. A familiar one. You squinted your eyes and gasped when you realised who it was.

‘’Is that Ubbe?’’ You whispered, Sigurd replied with a nod. ‘’Wow, they’re not discreet at all, are they? Who is that? She’s one of those thralls, isn’t she?’’ You were pretty sure you knew her name, but didn’t want to risk getting it wrong, since it seemed to matter so much to the young prince.

‘’Her name is Margrethe.’’ Sigurd clarified. For a few minutes, you just stared ahead, in complete silence. Not even the lute was playing now, and you could feel a strange tension building up around you. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously as the couple disappeared into the forest, hand in hand. 

‘’...what is happening here?’’ You positioned yourself in front of your sister and the prince so you could look at them both. Sigurd made a face, but Catalina wasn’t bothered by your question, she looked at the prince with an equally interested face. She had always known how to avoid confrontation when it suited her best.

‘’That’s right, have you got feelings for that girl?’’ She asked, a smirk forming on her lips. Sigurd flinched, feeling slightly intimidated by your curiosity.

‘’I am in love with her.’’ His voice was so soft it could’ve been confused with a bird’s chirp. It was almost heartwarming. Almost.

‘’You’re in love with a girl who is your slave?’’ Your sister asked with a grimace.

‘’Well that’s problematic.’’ You added to your sister’s comment, she nodded sadly.

‘’Why should it be? I can free her, then I will marry her.’’ He was determined, you had to give him that.

‘’But does she want to be with you, though?’’ Catalina asked, gently, like she was speaking to a child, like she did with you when you were little and wanted something you couldn’t have.

‘’She does love me, she told me. But she has also been with Ubbe and Hvitserk. That’s the problem.’’

‘’Uh, man. She’s a slave.’’ You deadpanned.

‘’And what does that matter? She is human.’’ His tone was slightly offended, and you rushed to clarify.

‘’Yeah! Yeah I don’t mean it like that. But she’s a slave, can’t you understand? The fact that she says she loves you doesn’t mean anything. Because she’s not free to choose, and you’re princes! You hold power over her.’’ How did you explain consent and power dynamics to a man from the middle ages? 

‘’What do you mean? She does no-’’ 

‘’Catalina! There you are!’’ You were interrupted by a group of young women, all of them dressed as warriors. They all approached you, and Catalina rose to her feet, greeting them with a smile.

‘’Girls! Were you looking for me?’’

‘’We were about to begin our training, come with us.’’

‘’Oh, of course!’’ She turned to you with a smile. ‘’See you later, guys.’’ She winked at you and then followed her group of new friends.

You looked at her as she disappeared, slightly shaken. 

‘’Woah… I didn’t know she had made so many friends already.’’

‘’She is quite naturally good at fighting, that made her popular.’’ 

‘’I can see that. And yet here I am…’’ You muttered the last part, but Sigurd heard you nonetheless, and he bumped you slightly with his elbow.

‘’Hey, you told me you enjoyed singing, why don’t you sing while I play?’’ He lifted his oud up, a smile returning to his face as he strummed random chords.

‘’Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.’’ You smiled at him and he tilted his head to the side, confused.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I don’t think you’d like any of the songs I know.’’

———————————-

You sat on the floor while you examined the weapon in your hands; a short and light sword that Ivar had left on the floor when he picked the bow for practice. If you raised your eyes you could see the brothers practising. Ubbe and Sigurd fought stubbornly while Bjorn drank a cup of water, almost out of breath. You had seen your sister a couple of times as she came and went with the shieldmaidens by her side, but it was weird since she seemed not to acknowledge any of you each time. On top of that, Floki had sent you away since there were important matters to be discussed with Ragnar about an upcoming voyage or so you had believed to hear.

So you weren’t having a good time.

‘’Hey, Bjorn.’’ He turned to look at you. ‘’Do you know where my brother is? I haven’t seen him all day.’’

He let the cup down to approach you. It intimidated you how tall he looked from your spot on the floor, so you got up. 

"I think I saw him with Hvitserk, they were laughing. I cannot tell you much more." He shrugged and you nodded your head, thinking to yourself. He was acting weird, he hadn't even spoken a word to you all day. You heaved a sigh and Bjorn startled you with a hand on your shoulder. He smiled down at you empathetically, and you knew what he was implying.

"I'm not worried, I know all of this is new and he surely wants to get to know everything as soon as possible." You smiled back.

"Right." You both turned to look at the brothers, who were concentrated in fighting still. "Would you not like to try?" He pointed to the sword hanging limply from your hand. You grimaced.

"I'm terrible, it's no use." You shook your head, and he made a face.

"Ivar told me you had an incident the other day with Sigurd's axe."

"He did, didn't he?" You bit your cheek as a way of controlling your bitterness. 

"He also told me you had quick reflexes. Those are pretty useful in a fight." Your head snapped towards him, surprised. He wasn't looking at you, but there was a slight smile playing on his lips. You turned to look at Ivar as he shot one of the arrows right at the middle of the mark. Ivar, being… nice?

"No way he said that. You must be mistaking him with someone else." You crossed your arms stubbornly.

"Whoever it was, it does not matter. Let me see that for myself. Fight with me." He then turned to look at you, and you stood there for a few seconds, processing his words.

‘’Hah. No, I don’t think so. No way.’’ You shook your head and smiled, as if he was just joking.

‘’I will not hurt you, you need not worry. It is merely a game.’’ He gently guided you towards the centre of the training camp.

‘’But Bjorn! You’re going to crush me, I’m too small and weak!’’ He smirked at that, while picking up his own sword and giving you a round shield. It was so heavy that you struggled to hold it in one hand.

‘’And how else do you think you are going to get strong if you do not train, hm?’’

‘’Bjorn! Listen to me.’’ You raised the shield as much as you could, which wasn’t that much, to protect yourself from any sudden attack. ‘’I’m not fighting. I’m not.’’ You stepped back as he threateningly moved towards you, jokingly attempting to hit you a few times.

‘’Stop it! Stop it, Bjorn! I’m serious! Shit-’’ He hit your sword and it flew right out of your hand, leaving you with the protection that the heavy shield could give you. You looked around for a second to notice that the other three were now looking at you, the two older brothers had looks of nervousness on their faces, while the youngest seemed to be analysing your every move, a look of concentration that almost took your breath away. 

You turned around right in time to block one of his blows, you noticed it was fiercer than the others, you pushed your shield forward with all your strength and the sword got stuck right in the middle of it. 

You stopped cold when you felt the tip of the sword brushing against the skin of your neck, sharp and cold, and Bjorn threw back his arm with a panicked grunt. You noticed he looked slightly taken aback, if not confused. You tried stabilising your breathing, terrible and scary images invading your mind as you struggled not to cry. You could hear laughter in the background, and the humiliation became unbearable. You threw the shield and sword to the ground, almost hitting Ivar in the process.

You took off, your voice caught in your throat. The only thing inside your head was the color red, dense and relentless as it pounded against your eyes and brain. It was too much.

———————————-

‘’You should pay them no mind, they are only teasing you.’’ Aslaug said with a serene smile as she braided your hair intricately. 

‘’But Queen Aslaug, they are always laughing at me, especially Ivar. He thinks I'm some kind of child.’’ You huffed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

‘’I am sure it was not that bad.’’ She assured you as she noticed your pouting. She was amused, for not wanting to seem like it, you surely acted like a furious little child, one she knew and loved all too well.

‘’And to think I defended him in front of Sigurd. Cat, can you believe it? I’m such an idiot. He can go fuck hi-’’ You sucked up some air suddenly as the queen tugged on your hair a little too harshly, your sister stifled a laugh from her seat just beside you both. Her hair had already been braided, and she looked beautiful.

‘’Just ignore him, Y/n. He’ll eventually get tired of mocking you. Or, I could teach him a lesson...’’ She whispered the last part, even if Aslaug was perfectly capable of hearing it. You made a face at her.

‘’If only you hadn’t left me alone with them… They’re too skilled for me.’’

‘’My sons have been training to be viking since they were children. You should not be ashamed of your progress, even if it is small.’’

‘’I don’t even understand why Bjorn wanted me to fight. I’m terrible, and I think it shows pretty well. I’ll just never fight at all.’’ You reached for one of the hairpins to give it to Aslaug. She took it and used it to hold your hair in place. ‘’By the way, have any of you seen Álvaro at all?’’

Cat looked at you, thinking for a moment before she shrugged. ‘’He said he was going training with Hvitserk. No idea if they’re still together.’’ You hummed, repressing the frown that was trying to creep up on your face.

‘’Alright, I’m done.’’ Aslaug announced and got up from the bed. She guided you by the shoulders so you were in front of the mirror. Her touch was gentle and it had this way of comforting you that you couldn’t quite explain. Even in front of the mirror, your gaze first fell on her proud expression and excited smile, you could only mirror it and look at the person in front of you. You almost didn’t recognise yourself, even if your face was still the same. The smile faded, and for a second you pursed your lips. This was not you. It almost brought yourself to tears, how much of a stranger you were to yourself in that moment, but you forced a smile back onto your face when you heard the excited voices of your sister and the queen.

‘’What do you think?’’ Aslaug lowered her face, tilting it to the side with a smile while squeezing your shoulders. Cat quickly joined you both, biting on her lip.

‘’Don’t you love it?’’ She asked, and you nodded instantly.

It wasn’t that you didn’t, you really liked how it looked, and it was better than having your hair falling on your face all the time. But that feeling, so new, it was scary. You didn’t look like yourself, you looked like one of them, and you weren’t ready for that. You would never be one of them, you knew right well where you and your siblings came from, you knew where your true home was.

———————————-

You entered the Great Hall with your sister by your side. It was already full of music, loud chatter, and it immediately brought a smile to your face, even if it was a nervous one. There were so many people compared to the feast you had been to the first time, but it was understandable, since the victorious return of their warriors must have been something big, you guessed. The king Ragnar called for you both as you approached the main table, squeezing in between agitated people. When you arrived, you instantly noticed your brother was nowhere to be seen, but were soon distracted by Ragnar’s hand indicating your place on the seats next to him, just between him and the princes.

‘’It is a shame that you decided to unbraid your hair, Y/n. It really did suit you.’’ Aslaug smiled at you and you shrugged timidly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. ‘’On the other hand, doesn’t Catalina look just lovely? Hm, sons?’’ The look she sent them held more meaning than it seemed, you looked at the princes, each of them seeming to appreciate your sister’s astonishing looks. You almost rolled your eyes, all too used to that, but were interrupted by a young man speaking to you with a soft voice, close enough for you to hear him. It was Tekk.

‘’Would you like something to drink, master?’’ His foreign accent filled your ears, you were thankful to have him near.

‘’Hello, Tekk. Please call me by my name, I’m not in any way your master.’’ You turned yourself in your seat so you were facing him. ‘’And what is it that I can drink?’’

He showed you the contents inside the big jug he was holding as you leaned closer.

‘’It is just water. I could bring you mead if you would like.’’ He bowed his head and you smiled at him.

‘’No, don’t worry, I’ll have water. Thank you very much.’’ He smiled gently as he filled your cup. It was then that you saw your brother entering the Great Hall. Tekk had stopped smiling as soon as he recognized him, and that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

He arrived at the main table, accompanied by two young thralls giggling at his whispered words. When you turned around in search of Catalina, she was nowhere to be found, as well as prince Ubbe. You frowned to yourself and lowered your head, trying to focus on eating your food. He looked so much like one of the princes it was painful. 

The worst part was; he looked the happiest he had ever been, even this far away from home, he looked genuinely comfortable, and that made you feel infinitely more alone. 

You felt selfish for wanting to return home when both your siblings were having the time of their lives, and even if deep down you understood the reason for their unexpected happiness, you couldn't help but feel like all of it was terribly wrong. 

It was all too much for you. So much you hadn't noticed Sigurd’s hand on your shoulder as he repeated his question for the third time, you didn't know when you had risen to your feet and left the Great Hall without even looking back once.

It was bullshit, all of it.

Didn’t they miss their lives? Didn’t they miss their friends? Didn't they miss mom?

…

Did you miss mom?

Shaking your head, you began walking away from the Great Hall, feeling the tears begin to sting your eyes.

The town of Kattegat grew silent as you rushed away, as the darkness and the night’s solitude engulfed you.

There was no one around, so why did you feel observed? You looked around as you increased your speed.

Suddenly, as you approached the town’s exit, you stopped. You were frozen in place as you gazed upon the creature in front of you; a raven. Even if it was impossible for you to tell, you knew it was one of the ravens you met the first day here. It was looking directly at you. You wanted to search with your eyes for the other one, but your body didn’t answer you, and the raven seemed to speak through its piercing eyes.

You knew their names; Hugin and Munin, Odin’s ravens, his eyes and ears, they had appeared countless times in your dreams, so many that you didn’t even remember the first one.

But the raven’s eyes didn’t scare you, they were as warm as they were dark, and you knew they held the wisdom of every single thing within them.

You took a deep breath as you smiled faintly, a single question lingering in your mind.

‘’Where’s your-’’

The sudden feeling of a hand gripping your shoulder broke you from the trance you were on, and you startledly turned around to look at the figure behind you.

‘’Tekk?! What in the world are you doing here?’’ Bewildered eyes met the ones of the young servant boy, but he didn’t bow his head, instead he held himself proudly, almost as if he was an entirely different person. 

It shocked you, to say the least, and it was even more shocking for you when he slid his hand down your arm, going from your shoulder, to your elbow, to then your hand.

He then put a finger to his lips, and almost as if you were afraid he’d go back to his usual shy self, you complied.

It had been several minutes since you began walking inside the forest. You weren’t scared, his touch was warm and gentle, and he hummed while you walked, a melody so familiar, yet so calming. You felt as if you were back in your dreams, and you began seriously questioning it when you arrived where you were heading to, or rather, who.

Right in front of you, there stood a gentle-looking man, a man you had been hearing about for days now; a one-eyed man, with a beard as thick as the forest itself, and a travelling hat laying on the top of his head. Two beautiful ravens rested on both of his shoulders. 

It was the Allfather; Odin.

[forgottensaoirse]

ok so now that we know sm more about the frost/malconaire/lorcan/calleary/stafford upbringing i think its safe to say these two ~do know e/o and not ~just through aoife (tho that probs only serves to strengthen their connection!), since we were uncertain abt upbringings where we last left it, but now given we now know they grew up playing on the same beaches together each summer etc!

but also i feel like some of what you said above might ~still apply, bc between saoirse going off to work and queen lena dying and the stafford seaside castle subsequently being abandoned etc and aria getting cloistered bc of her developing gift, etc, where just when saoirse, whose gift seemingly developed much earlier (not me like maybe the stronger the gift, the longer it takes to set in or smth?), could've been helpful to her etc!

i also wonder if aria ever wrote to saoirse abt her gift, bc saoirse would've bent heaven and hell to go to her and help however she could, back when aria needed it! and obv she was never gonna be as helpful as aine of kill-kennar, but saoirse's dealt w the gift her whole life, if in a much smaller way than aria, so she'd be happy to pass along whatever she could...and frankly to talk to someone else who understood ~herself too! i don't think saoirse knows abt @forgottenbrigit's gift, so idk that she's ever been able to talk to someone abt it who ~also goes through it? laksjdfsdf these girls really ~do need a support group honestly!!! lkajsdfkljdsf esp now they're being hunted down alsdkjfjsdf sheesh! #thanksroderick

oooh i like the idea of saoirse recognizing what she's seeing in aria before the others! saoirse also doesn't really ~hear the guardians in the same way aria or brigit do, so she has to rely more on her ~instincts etc and i can def see where -- and ill just @forgottenbrigit again for this -- the guardians might be pushing all these ppl towards e/o, given that the seers and the guardians, alike, are in need and probs need to all work together to figure smth out right abt now!

girl power as the unofficial mottot of astaira BAHAHAHAHA roderick: 'this place truly is evil...' lakjsdfjlsdf no but!! i do think it makes sense that aria isn't sending physical messages out! that doesn't seem like it'd end well frankly lkajsdfjkds ofc, i think we ~may have considered the notion that seers can potentially speak to one another in dreams, so once they figure that out, they'll have so many more opportunities, but at present, i do see saoirse helping out at the castle and just ~happening to wait upon the staffords etc as their most likely line of communication at present? and i do think that kinda thing could def happen, too! bc i honestly think, esp post-riots, the resistance would want to ensure that they're ok and saoirse ould ~make it happen to facilitiate exactly that...esp since cillian has probs fessed up abt telling aria abt the rebs hahah so on lots of levels i feel like a check in def makes sense!

OOC | Saoirse & Aria

so saoirse is BIG TIME team stafford!!!!! she's literally out here putting her life on the line as a rebel bc she believes in them sm <33333 that being said tho idk how much she may or may not know them personally tbqh tho i def know her opinions are positive!! that being said tho these two have a mutual bff in aoife, so it could be that's brough them together in the past? im not sure! you'd probs have a better sense of that than i would for obv reasons teehee

but irregardless of the above, i doubt they're able to see a ~ton of e/o now, tho saoirse would def love to help however she can and i can def see her tryna smuggle messages out to the rebels if she ever does make it up to the palace to fill in since, as a female maid, its less sus if ~she enters the staffords chambers than if cillian goes bolting in there as a manservant or whatever hahaha

[unholyplumpprincess]

OH, maybe Seer with a bratty reader? I definitely headcanon him as someone more dominant who talks a lot in bed so I wonder how he would act with a reader who talks back.

I agree!!! I think he's def got like. Service top vibes too- he just wants to make ya feel good, ya know? I'm also editing this idea a bit bc I don't think he'd really react to petty lil bratty things, but REPETITIVE ones, perhaps.

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni as this is an Adult post or you'll be blocked!!!

Reblogs > Likes - Please Reblog this post if you Like it to show support and your interest in more posts like this :D

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and has a vulva, Light d/s undertones!

________

Obi was one for patience and understanding. Sometimes it drove you crazy how patient he could be. It didn't matter if you tested him, if you poked at him, even if you did stupid shit like steal his hat or teasingly hold a light mag in your backpack that he needed. He'd always look to you with that soft smile and expression and merely tell you things like, "You shall not see me crumple today, my love." With such a fond look.

You wanted him to break that patience and understanding. You wanted him to pin you to a wall some days and rough you up. But you knew better than that. Obi was one to see beauty even in things like your bratty nature. Utmost patience oozing off him even on days you could see his eyebrows twitch upwards.

You're being a bigger nuisance than usual in the arena today. King's Canyon was hot, the sun beating down on the duo that consisted of the both of you. You poke his buttons again, but this time going about a more taunting way. Prying at his want of control.

"We should go this way," Obi says, pinging a location on the map, and you deny it. Instead pointing a new way, pinging it on the map and not leaving it for debate as you head that direction, forcing him to follow. You can practically hear the twitch in his tone, the low tone he uses when he uses your voice in an authoritative fashion.

"What? You always said I should take more control and be assertive, right, Obi?" You tease, peeking at him out of the corner of your eye and seeing just how he eyes you.

You do this. Again and again. Feeling that patience slipping further and further. The last straw seems to be when you two claim champion, you getting the last bullet into his kill.

On the dropship, his hand rests on your thigh, squeezing tighter than usual with his voice low in your ear as he murmurs, "It appears you have won, my dear. You shall get what you wish for later." It's all the threat you receive, making you ache all the way through interviews.

When you make it back to your room, the door is stopped from closing with a perfectly polished boot nudging in between it. Obi pushes it open, stalking towards you as you flush and stutter, taking steps back until you end up against a wall with his hand cupping your jaw. The other sliding into your hair, ripping your head back and exposing your neck for him to latch onto.

You wind up being taught patience and obedience. Flat on your back on the bed, your body tied with ropes in a beautiful fashion and holding you still. Still for him to hook your thighs over his shoulders, his tongue taking long swipes up your cunt and full lips pressing kisses to your clit. He brings you to that edge again and again and again and again- for good measure.

He doesn't let you cum. Not until hours later when you're sinking onto his cock with his hand grasping the rope binding your wrists together and fucking you at his own pace. Making you say his name, making you apologize, making you plead again and again until he's satisfied.

And even by the end of that night, when you're covered in bite marks and dazed, he still takes the time to reward you with his patience and understanding. Pampering you with kisses and rewards before murmuring to you, "Do feel free to test me again, my love. I quite enjoyed hearing you cry and plead for a change."

[phoebehalliwell]

Ok but Paige and co are raising the baby of the evil enchantress & the prince would he absolutely hilarious!!!! Like they go back to the future and everyone’s like like 👀 ? Now what? Uhhh Paige you get to be a mom now and shes probs shrug and be like ? Cool :) probably just rolling with the punches!!!

Like imagine this kid finding out their origin many years later and being so confused because like is the enchantress technically her mom? Yes? Is Paige also technically her mom? Also yes? So she’s got two moms and a dad technically 😂

Her and Dency (or any sources heir kid if they exist) would get along swimmingly 😂😂😂

i think it would be a lot like in crazy ex girlfriend when heather was the surrogate mom where very early on she's like haha this is so cool and then like once she's like about to pop the hormones are flowing her feet are swollen to shit she's like aaaaaaaa holy fuck!!!! where i think paige would be like haha yeah. i can do this. i have a whole ass family now and sisters and stuff i can do this. and then you know the baby starts doing magical tricks and paige cries every time she sees a really cute dog and she's like uh oh. this one's gna be a doozy.

as for like halli growing up i think she’d just kinda be blissfully unaware of how weird her circumstance was growing up until about you know ae 5 she’s like what do you mean you weren’t raised in a big house with a mom two aunts and one uncle?? i think she’d like you know be aware of her story because paige would tell her the fairy tale all the time as a kid and then when she got slightly older would go no wait i think that was just a fairy tale and then when she got older still she’d be like okay mom cards on the table that fairy tale real or not and paige would be like oh no that’s 100% real and she’d just be like !!!

as for her relationship w dency i def think that’d be fun as hell i think halli would definitely have a weird relationship w the concept of “dad” bc like. well one she was kindaaa conceived thru rape which is just uncomfy i’m sure paige would try to wipe that from the narrative she told her but it’d def be recorded in the history books so she could find that out and then secondly no one really knows shit about the prince. we don’t even know his name. paige doesn’t really have any solid love interests until a lot later so it’s not like halli necessarily had a “dad”. like. it’s just weird. but we can assume the prince was essentially a magical amplifier and that’s why he was needed. but it’s so strange. and dency would be like haha yeah lemme let u on a little trade secret rite as the devil’s daughter who was essentially conceived through some really weird quasi-roofieing on the part of a seer and then my momma had to kill my dad you know how it goes and halli’s just like yeah, totally [does not know how it goes; what the fuck???] dency’s like yeah. point is. it doesn’t really matter. the biology, sure, it’s where you get your powers and shit but uh. it doesn’t really matter. what matter is who’s here, who loves you and all that. that’s about damn near the only thing that’s real you know. love. and halli’s like damn that’s p deep. and dency’s like my dad, not bio dad, the guy i call my dad, he’s a cupid. which i think only further proves my point. i also think the girlies could have some nice heart to hearts about the sins of the parents and the promises of destinies of darkness finally catching up to them you know dency’s foretold to rule the underworld, halli’s foretold to plunge the world into darkness, but all these gals wanna do is vibe. so i think they could have some nice conversations about that.