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nanomooselet · 11 months ago

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My Brother's Keeper (VI)

You may have noticed that I didn't extensively discuss Rollo, Livio, or Legato, which is maybe odd considering they are (and pretty blatantly so) parallels or foils to Wolfwood and the twins. And it's mostly because I'm trying not to let this damn thing become even longer (it was supposed to be three parts. Three. It's clocked out at seven, and that's after I took a machete to it to stop it becoming eight. Goddamnit) and I did already go on about all of them in the episodes they appeared.

It's also because at this point, Wolfwood's story (for the moment) is done. When he makes the choice to leave July and Vash behind, that's the end, and the reason he returns actually isn't about him at all. The narrative focus is instead on Meryl and Zazie, making sure we know what both have to say about this. It's good to know Zazie's displeased by this turn of events and very unlikely to ever again believe a word Knives says. (Humans will eat your planet just like they did their own and real quick Imma use Vash to eat the planet myself first sorry-not-sorry BYE WORMS.) It's sweet that Meryl's love of Vash didn't result in her death by Knives's jealousy, as it did for Rem and nearly did for Luida.

Nick's concerns, however, have always been limited to the orphanage and Livio, and their fates are both now out of his hands.

Everything always comes back to the twins, in the end. I think in this analysis I've come to understand the key to Stampede, which is that almost nothing in it is only about the thing it seems to be about. It's always also in some way about the twins.

Wolfwood's part in Stampede is about how he was Knives's weapon and became Vash's follower. He goes from being Nicholas the Punisher full time, a walking dead man carrying his own tombstone, to being Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the awkward, scruffy, snarky dweeb who cares for his family with his whole heart and lives to see a kinder world. Inevitably he has been scarred and stained with blood - he remains the one who killed all those people on the cult's orders, and he'll bear the cross for them. But he's no longer limited to killing in order to save. There's a new path for him to follow.

It starts with doing what Vash would do: getting out of there while he still can before everything explodes. He just happens to scoop Meryl up as he's fleeing. When the twin angels ascend to do battle, the best place for mortals to be is anywhere but nearby.

He wasn't going to rescue Vash, and he never could have. Protecting Vash was the task Knives gave him, and that was out of an complete absence of respect for Vash as a person, a competent adult, a being of unimaginable power, an independent-thinking-individual-who-isn't-exactly-like-Knives etc. The very last fucking thing Vash needs is to wake up in the care of another paternalistic "older" brother - not that I believe Wolfwood would ever treat him the way Knives does, but frankly I can see why neither would want to take the risk.

(Also increasingly sure Knives is bsing about being the older twin. It's like how Wolfwood really is still a kid, and he acts like one, and honestly I think Vash treats him like one. Those startlingly fond, adoring expressions that blow you away a little bit? They're What Vash Is Like Always About Everyone. But especially kids. He's like that about Meryl, too, just less overtly.)

If anything, Vash saved Wolfwood. So Nick realises he has to survive, when before he kinda just wanted to die. He's no longer permitted some dumbfuck last stand. Fighting Knives is crazy and impossible, so let the impossible crazy man take care of it. It's his field of expertise. Love and peace ya'll. Woowoo's out.

Two things, however. The reason, in the manga, that Wolfwood didn't return to Hopeland (until he did), and the reason, in the manga, Chapel has none of the narrative's sympathy (not even Vash really gives a fuck when Wolfwood snaps his neck, and Chapel was already in a wheelchair at the time. I remember a bookclub post that declared God hates Chapel. I'm a layperson, but I'd call that theologically sound).

I mean, there are multiple reasons, but the most relevant is that in the manga, this evil-minded wrinkly fuck trained Wolfwood to kill. Wolfwood believed that being a killer rendered him unfit to ever again return home, until the day Chapel launched a direct assault on the orphanage using Razlo and Livio, revenge upon Wolfwood for taking up another cause - being Vash's friend - when his sole loyalty and purpose was supposed to be in death. He's disgusted that Wolfwood let Vash's ideals blunt his edge when previously he was near-"perfect".

I can't tell you what shape these events will take. But I can tell you they're still in the future. Stampede is a prologue, and the final phase has not arrived. Wolfwood's beginning is complete. His real story is yet to come. And I don't think he's forgiven himself for fulfilling the contract, even if Vash has.

The angel's eye, the Eye of Michael, still watches.

(And only the angel's? We'll see.)

Anyway, back to the twins.

(Part I)

(Part II)

(Part III)

(Part IV)

(Part V)

(Part VII)

#trigun stampede #tristampparty #trigun meta #millions knives #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #and only livio's? WE'LL S #all of the stampede characters besides roberto are wee bebbies #alas that is why old drunkle must die #by this point “nick” is my name for him because “wolfwood” is too annoying to type over and over #hope he doesn't mind #trigun maximum #meta: my brother's keeper

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azulashengrottospiano · 6 months ago

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if you want to ask about idia shroud...

hi you. you either came here out of your own curiosity or you sent an ask about "mr. hot topic on my blog for the past year" and i don't feel like explaining myself again.

first i will show you the reasons why i hated him. then you will get my opinion now. have fun ig!!

WHY I HATED IDIA SHROUD:

number one. he is such a know it all. he constantly acts like hes better than other people and is so SO condensing whenever someone struggles with something that he knows how to do well. he's just such an asshat when he seems someone that he could HELP. "a toddler could do that-" yeah idia, you know what else a baby could do? run a lap without wheezing and keeling over.

number two. he is so ungrateful whenever people do stuff for him. the ghost marriage event highlighter that about him because for fucks sakes these people tried to save your stupid ass life and all you could do was berate them. ok die then! they came here for YOU. how DARE you talk to them like that.

number THREE. he insults the hell out of rollo for his "lets get rid of magic plan" and berates him for it when their trauma is so similar and they could have had a genuine conversation, but also hey idia you FUCKING HYPOCRITE, you tried to TAKE OVER THE FUCKING WORLD FOR YOUR BROTHER. YOU DID WAY WORSE THAN ROLLO DID YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COME AT HIM LIKE THAT.

hes just so snobby and whenever someone calls him out on his bullshit (like leona!!) he is always ALWAYS like "um i didnt say anything" LIKE BITCH IF YOURE GOING TO SHIT TALKS OMEONE BACK IT UP. I HATE YOUR ASS YOURE SO PATHETIC AND SUCH A HYPOCRITE AND SO HORRIBLE.

WHY I LIKE HIM NOW:

first first first!! the thing that made me gasp the softest gasp i have ever gasped in my life when i first saw it...his pink hair. its a bit superficial i guess but now that i like idia i think he's stunning. he's so hauntingly beautiful, especially when he's just a little bit flustered and the tips of his hair turn pink. what i would do to see his whole head turn pink PLEASE.

i also think his smile is so silly, even though it's usually accompanied by his smug ass voice "should'a leveled up more!" SHUT UP!!!!! i love his sharp teeth theyre so goofy nd silly but in a cute way. honestly i think his scowl is cute too, idk maybe i just like his lips but watching them twist up in annoyance when he rolls his eyes is attractive to me dont ask i dont know either. does that say something about me? maybe. i'm content with not knowing.

onto less superficial things...i just finished reading book six yesterday and it struck me how idia's heart is genuinely so beautiful. he loves so gently and fully, but with devotion that would destroy the world if he let it loose. being loved and treasured by idia is a privilege, because once he lets you in he would do anything for you (just dont fuck it up or i will beat you up im being so serious LEAVE HIM ALONE)

the extent to which he cares for ortho is so beautiful and so heartbreaking. "leave it to your big bro" im dead. everything he does is for ortho to have a safe and fulfilling life and honestly...it kind of seems like idia is trying to pay ortho back in a sense? like you died (because of me), now i will spend the rest of my life mourning you as punishment. he wants to give him the best life possible and thats just so ourgourgouhgohou,,,, his grieving is so complex and yet its so simple. heartbreaking i tell you.

on a lighter note, he's very passionate about the things he's into as well. one thing about figuring our how to like idia was turning my reaction to his condescending jabs from "oh he's such a know it all bitch what the hell people are literally just indulging in his interests what is wrong with him?" TO "oh he's just excited and getting an adrenaline rush, it's going to his head. he's happy. :)" and that was absolutely growth on my part because. ok AUBURN LORE TIME but i used to have a friend who was very condescending and a HUGE know it all (irl IRL IRL) and i think they definitely impacted how i saw idia because i saw bits of them in him. and since they hurt me so much i projected my experiences with them onto idia, so the first time i met him in game i wrote him off immediately and hated him after i saw what he said to others and how he acted.

but one of the many problems with that approach was that i missed the gentler sides of him. the way he goes back to school for ortho. the way he powers through the masquerade social for ortho. his idea of yuu being "valuable emotional support." his love of cats, regardless of how bad he scared grim. his love of star rogue and the way he made the sequel actually happen, albiet unintentionally. i spent so much time resenting him because "of course he's just another one of those." that i didn't stop to notice anything about him except for those bad moments. and of course, i'm not ignoring them now, i just see them differently. i see him differently.

of course i love that he's relatable, and that he's smart, and i love how when he's comfortable he loses his filter and becomes idia shroud instead of just being Scared of them, but i think that's just. social anxiety. and yk what ive said this before but even when i hated him i would NOT stand for anyone coming for his anxiety. like yeah i hate idia shroud but BITCH GET AWAY FROM HIM. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ANXIETY IS LIKE!!! put me in nrc right now idia shroud needs someone who will yell at people for him and thats going to be ME. i dont care who you are you say shit you are earning my IRE. trey clover got yelled at. no one is safe.

can i just say i love how you said "reason" like there's only one JDSJSDJSD LMAO IDK IT WAS JUST FUNNY TO ME when i love someone i have multiple reasons and i love every part of them, even the bad annoying icky parts (in fact, if you can't love their bad parts too is it even love...? i dont know, we all have different definitions anyway. some might think tolerating their bad parts is love too and we'd both be right.) theres no one reason i just think he's lovely inside and out now. he's an angel, basically.

#🐙! auburn's blog things

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year ago

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ooooh the idea of Rollo’s younger brother(had he lived, plus being twisted from Esmeralda) being in either Octavinelle, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia plus knowing the dorm leaders would be very cool. I really love scenario ideas that can come from it. Especially how you can give these ideas a little touch of your writer magic :) and how the younger brother would fit in at NRC being in one of these three dorms(might obviously be dragged into the trouble making first year group despite maybe trying to embody the righteous judge for his big brother[even though it’s obvious he’s a free spirit being twisted from Esmeralda and all, that and he definitely use the same tricks as her if he needs some quick escape from certain trouble like her], aka probably tick off Rollo more by befriending more mages >:>). Also why does the idea of the younger brother befriending a goat like Esmeralda with Jolly sound adorable and cute(it also becomes funny remembering Rollo seems ticked off by them too)

:0 I have magic?! Can I blow up shit with my magic????

Tbh, for the lil brother, just to not refer to them as 'little brother' anymore, imma name them Eugen. Deal with my poor af naming skills. Rollo was named after that bag of choco balls I'll get when I was little(It's literally named Rollo, with 2 l-s and all that), so Eugen gets named after ✨Eugenia✨. :v

Anyhow! On with the NRC shenanigans! :D

I did explain in a previous ask about the dead goat hc, so it also highlights how both Rollo and Eugen see things after a tragedy. They both loved Jolly before the bucket kicking happened, but while Rollo was filled with grief and less will to accept changes, pouring all of that grief into hating other goats, Eugen still loves them even more.

Entering NRC and Rollo being devastated that his brother was chosen to study aboard, even worse, at a prestigious MAGE SCHOOL.

They talk mostly through letters. So Eugen is the first when mail day arrives.

Personally, I would put Eugen in Octavinelle, mostly because of his free spirit and overall generosity. He's forgiving and benevolent, which fits the dorm. Plus it's purple :v

Rollo having a seizure when he hears from Eugen's letter about the whole shenanigans he got in along Adeuce and the magicless hooman. He would absolutely tail after the braincell club and deal with the overBlots, just giving Rollo more stress wrinkles than is humanly possible. Azul too, by extension that this kid won't stop getting into trouble.

Speaking of our dear mafioso waannabe octopus... Azul definitely didn't expect Eugen to stick out so much by making trouble. So he's more babysitting the guy, accidentally spiritually adopting him.

So when Glomasq rolls around, you have Azul ferreting too about his leave, especially since the twins would absolutely tare the place down with or without Eugen. Just PLEASE stay put, lil guy. :'3

Rollo probably loses his shit when he hears that AZUL of all people spiritually adopted HIS brother. Azul fully expected another energetic adoptable lil guy, not this tall ass bowlcut church twink done with life and having arsonist tendencies.

But if Eugen does tag along, he would end up in Azul's group, which in turn results on the latter dotting on the 'cute little freshmen' and just making Rollo to put Azul on the special tier list along Malleus. Congrats, Ashengrotto! You are now an enemy of the state! :'D

Idia is also tearing a new one to Rollo, but Eugen is a bit more lenient since Idia would very much not want to be yeeted off the tower by Azul. He still has some video-games events to catch, you know? :'3

Malleus is all like 'sins of the father' on both brothers, so he pretty much has Eugen on sus list for some time.

All in all... A fun time for everyone where we totally Don't almost get killed by magic sucking flowers. U-Ub

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #glorious masquerade #Maybe I should make Eugen an oc #Just bc of the funny name -3-#The joke only is targeted at me and I'm fully aware #That would be my 4th oc :v

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 1 year ago

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Another OC. She'll only be mentioned in Hearing Problems, as she's been deceased for quite some time; but if and when I start Lyon's story, she'll be a supporting main character. Only one left to do now is Vesper, and three other crew officers from the Hurricane Pirates (who will have shorter profiles and I'll probably just stick them in one post).

Name: Sedna Lyon (Beckman prior to marriage)

Age: Late teens at time of death

Appearance:

(Face claim is Jaimie Alexander, edited for hair color)

Bobbed, wavy dark green hair and emerald green eyes. Athletic build, around 5'6" height, long legs, fair skin. Certified master of the Resting Bitch Face.

Dark clothes and dark eye make-up. Tank tops and loose pants, and eventually a silver and emerald engagement ring and matching wedding band.

Carried a pair of flintlock pistols at her hips, a bowie knife strapped to her left calf, and eventually a revolver that she also kept tucked into her belt.

Personality:

Fiercely independent. Dryly sarcastic. Quick to fly off the handle, but just as quick to apologize for it when it wasn't justified. Severe issues with PTSD and anxiety that stemmed from seeing her parents murdered during a pirate raid when she was a child. Honestly quite sensitive, but hid it behind a hard mask around everyone except those that she was closest with. Fiercely protective of anyone she cared about, didn't want to lose anyone else. Loner, not necessarily introverted but doesn't generally get close to anyone easily.

Abilities/Powers/Talents:

Hand to hand combat: Not a girl that anyone wants to throw hands with; her father had worked as a bounty hunter in her youth and trained both her and her older brother to handle themselves, and her brother took up that mantle after their parents' deaths. Could easily knock out a man more than twice her size with a good left hook.

Guns: Also learned from her father, prefered pistols to larger guns due to faster firing rate, but could use any firearm put in front of her. Deadly accurate. Had a revolver that firef explosive rounds that was a "wedding present" from Janx, crafted by him.

Mixology: Took up running her father's bar in their hometown along with her brother after their parent's death, and developed quite a knack for serving and mixing drinks by the time she was in her early teens.

Cooking: Nothing terribly fancy, mostly tavern fare, hand in hand with helping run the bar.

Relationships:

Benn Beckman: Older brother, by around ten years. He was in his teens when their home was raided by pirates, and Sedna was a little over a decade younger. Their parents were counted among those killed, leaving him to take care of his sister, leaving them with no one else to turn to but each other, and he was incredibly protective of her. Made damned sure that she was capable of defending herself in case he ever wasn't around to do so himself.

Lyon D. Rollo (OC): Met in their teens, when Lyon and Shanks found their way to the town aboard a sinking sloop that had already taken on a great deal of water. She was sitting at the docks when they got there, just in time to see Lyon slump over the deck railing and fall overboard and Shanks dive in after him. She ended up assisting in dragging Lyon onto the docks because he seemed like he was half-dead—which turned out to be a result of him forcing use of his Devil Fruit abilities (Kaze Kaze no Mi, logia wind type) to push the sloop forward faster despite already being half-soaked in sea water, and then of course nearly drowning. She keeps a watch over him while Shanks hurriedly gathers their belongings from the sinking sloop Sedna helps assist them into town, to an inn room above her and her brother's tavern. Benn isn't too keen on the idea, understandably doesn't trust strangers very much, but Shanks insists they can pay for it so he doesn't shove them off. Lyon wakes up several hours later, Sedna is there checking up on their customers. Lyon states that he feels like he's shotgunned a bottle and a half of rum out of a moldy old boot before she fires back dryly "Got a lotta experience with that, do you?" and the poor dumb blonde bb is instantly hooked. They boys are sure they're going to be stuck there for a little while since their sloop is now underwater, but Lyon has *no* objections. Benn does have his share of objections, when Lyon blabs over a beer that they're pirates, and this leaves Sedna a little wary as well...but they don't seem that bad. She talks her brother into letting them stick around, have them help out around the tavern. Sedna has never really liked the idea of being stuck there her whole life, and the stories (no doubt heavily embellished for dramatic effect) that Lyon tells her about his and Shanks's time sailing on Roger's crew are honestly too exciting to resist.

After a couple weeks, she starts trying to convince Beck to let them have their father's old sloop since it's done nothing but sit at the docks for the last decade...and admits that she's thinking about going with them. Naturally this leads to quite the fight between the siblings, with Beck essentially forbidding her to leave. It's bad enough that Sedna ends up waking up the pair of pirates in the middle of the night and saying that they're setting out. Now or never. Neither of them are one to look a gift horse in the mouth, they get their things and get ready to get the hell out of dodge. All three are met by her older brother at the docks, already aboard the ship. No intention of letting Sedna run off on her own; says to give them a few days to close up the damned tavern and he's coming too. Doesn't mean he's on anyone's goddamned crew, though. Doesn't mean he approves of the relationship quickly budding between his sister and Lyon, either, but he begrudgingly accepts it, particularly when the kid makes clear on more than one occasion that he would give his own life without hesitation to ensure her safety.

By the time Lyon and Shanks part ways with their own ships and their own small crews after around a year, Beck has officially accepted the role of first mate to the red-haired captain, and he and his sister part ways as well. It isn't long before she and Lyon marry aboard his ship, making her both his first mate and his wife; and even less time before Sedna is, albeit unplanned, pregnant.

Shanks: Our favorite flirty redhead definitely did his share of flirting, until hid bro essentially called dibs. Shanks was never looking for anything terribly serious anyway, figured it would cramp the lifestyle, and he saw how quickly Lyon caught feelings. Actually talked about it with Beck a little before they left the island, who was annoyed by the whole thing but essentially agreed he'd never seen his sister open up with anyone so quickly. Respected Sedna immensely for her wit and intelligence and figured she was exactly what his dumb blonde lil bro needed to set him in line.

Janx (OC): The first addition to the double-crew after Sedna and Beck. He and Lyon initially don't get along at all because the gunman spends a great deal of time hitting on her. Doesn't take long for him to give up when he realizes he doesn't stand a chance and he's probably going to end up getting pistol whipped across the head if he keeps it up. Eventually all three end up becoming great friends.

Vice Admiral Jackson Vesper (OC): Responsible for her death in her late teens, along with the majority of Lyon's crew, barely two hours after giving birth. Neither her nor Lyon knew anything about his vendetta against Lyon's mother or why they were being attacked by a Vice Admiral—they only knew that he wanted Lyon alive and was willing to kill his entire crew to get to him.

#one piece #opla #oc #original character

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devoutpriest · 10 months ago

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;jorepagon | rhaegar and athelstan

ultimumdraco:

Religion had always been something that fascinated him. As a little boy he has sat wide eyed and listen to the High Septon talk about the Seven, making notes of his own, reading holy texts. Then as he matured, he had gained a strong interest in R'hllor, even visiting a temple of the Red God to find out more. she was the goddess of fire, the fire in which the dragons breathed, cleansing and fierce. The Kingdom of New Valyria certainly showcased his interest in the many religions, and his reluctance to simply pick one for himself. The lower city was full of temples, where citizens could speak to whatever God they pleased. It caused a lot of problems, trying to create such an integrated society, but Rhaegar strived to encourage free-thinking, instead of forcing one on the masses. He was a new revolutionary, he also in tourneys to ride on horses and swordfight, he seeing a beautiful woman smiling sweetly and he giving her a blue rose. He had learned to fight when he was very young, balancing the thick wood stick in his hand, back and forth, and then moving into the opponent, and motioning to fight. The travelling priest had caught his attention, stories of him preaching all over Essos, speaking of his one true God. He was surprised he hadn’t been branded a heretic, hadn’t lost his tongue in Astapor. That city had many slave masters, bricks built Astapor and its people. He had been surprisingly easy to find, and easier still to get to travel to New Valyria, to the Andesite Palace where Rhaegar and the royal family resided. There was a brochure advertising the beauty of New Valyria for tourists, a couple of a man and woman with beautiful golden hair, drifting radiantly in the sky, standing with a dragon. Built into the side of a volcano, the palace was large and forboding; and perfect for a Dragon King. He greets the man near the great stone steps, eagerness and enthusiasm showing on his face. He knew very little about the mans preachings, and found himself more than eager to learn something new. “Greetings priest. I hope New Valyria has treated you well,” He tells him, clapping his hands together. “Do you wish to rest a while before we speak? I am sure you have much to tell me about your preachings.”

The people in Essos hadn’t all reacted well to his preachings, some of them interrupting him mid-sentence when he started speaking stories about God’s greatness. "Lift up your eyes to the heavens, my brothers and sisters, and look at the earth beneath." He had travelled very far, rowing the boat across the seas to travel and preach among cities. Amongst these interrupters, he had even heard one shout, “R’hllor is the true God, to lead us away from darkness!”

He did not know who this R'hllor was, thinking it sounded like Rollo, the beast of a man whom nearly strangled him, as he lay nigh dead after a battle; he rescued by him and Ecbert -- he the brother of Ragnar.

He had faith, however that God would see him to no true harm, and He had, except for a few rotten vegetables & fruits thrown at him -- well, more than a few, and hostile looks especially in Astapor. He had to take cover -- "shield wall!" he hears in his head -- with his wooden shield ( brown timber with grey metal in border ) he got from...somewhere, yet he couldn't remember ; there were interesting markings on it though. It was remarkably like he was at the stockades, when he visited Camelot, an English kingdom, when he spoke to King Uther. A girl with brown hair and a flower within there had been kind to him, as he stares a little astounded at the fruits and vegetables thrown at a boy with a red scarf on his collar. However, SOME citizens seemed to actually listen to him, although he could not discern whether they may have started to believe in the faith of the one REAL God or were merely humouring him.

New Valyria was different from the rest of Essos, however, he deciding to staying longer as he rowed in the Summer Seas to there, and it seemed more open to trying new Religions. It was a bit more pleasant there, although most of the people were still misguided, in his opinion. He likes the prominence of the Essos mountains in New Valyria, they wondrous in their white and blue mountains ; snow drifting there, of Krazaaj Zasqa.

Now, nearing the stone steps of the Andesite Palace, Athelstan sees a man with purple eyes and silver-gold hair, realizing he must be the ruler here.

“Thank you, Your Grace. It has…treated me well enough.” “Yes, I would, but just for a little while. It is a great honour to be invited here, in the presence of royals, and I would be all too glad to talk to you about my God.”

#rp partner | ultimumdraco #ic

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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GOD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST WARRIOR/j

***Glorious Masquerade spoilers beneath the cut!!***

ROLLO LORE ROLLO LORE ROLLO LORE 👀

ROLLO FLAMME UNIQUE MAGIC REVEAL, I REPEAT: ROLLO FLAMME UNIQUE MAGIC REVEAL>>>?!?!?!??!?!??>!>@@ WE GET THE INCANTATION FOR ITR TOO?????

“Crimson flower, scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!” (Translation generously provided by @mysteryshoptls, who is currently on hiatus)

Note that the line itself says “身”, which more closely translates to “physical body/myself”. “Scorch my soul” is a phrase lifted from the lyrics of Hellfire, the Disney song, and fits with the “salvation” tone and theming.

Please also note that the “crimson flower” he’s referring to in the incantation is NOT literally referencing the crimson flowers (the magic sucking plant he cultivated in the waterways); he’s not controlling or influencing the flowers in any way (other than having grown them). The “crimson flower” of the incantation is metaphorical and likely refers to the fire that covers his body afterwards (as the actual flowers are described to closely resemble real fire).

“くすぶる欲望”, the name for Rollo’s unique magic is spoken aloud as “Dark Fire”, but it is written as “Burning Desire”. Again, this is a lyric lifted from the lyrics of Hellfire.

Rollo’s UM literally engulfs his body in flames, which he can freely control firebending lol. The magical fire is fueled by others’ fear and uneasiness.

ROLLO’S IN HIS RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ERA, HE’S FINALLY EMBRACING HIS INNER ARSONIST I KNEW HE COULD DO IT I KNEW HE COULD LOSE HIS SHIT

ALSO, WE WERE SUPER CLOSE WITH THE DEAD LITTLE BROTHER THEORY 😭 Apparently Rollo’s little brother died very young. He unlocked his magic before Rollo did; he played around with his magical abilities and acted recklessly with them. He performed a fire spell he couldn’t control… which ended up claiming his life. Rollo wasn’t able to help him, as he unlocked his magic AFTER his little brother was already dead (and he claims that he is absolved of fault because he didn’t have magic at the time but come on, I think we all realize he probably has internalized guilt over it). Because of this, he resents magicians for not doing anything to help moderate or to restrain his brother’s magic use.

HE’S CRYING, ROLLO IS CRYING

BRUH 😔 YOU REALLY GOT TA HIT US IN THE FEELS LIEK THIS????????????? I FEEL MY HEART BREAKING I’M NOT MADE OF STONE I’M NOT MADE OF SOMETHING STRONGER I’M LITERALLY GLASS RIGHT NOW

(THIS PART IS THEORIZING + ANALYSIS but there’s a flashback to Rollo’s past… and when his little brother calls out to him for help, there are rising flames in the background. This implies that his little brother died burning alive because he couldn’t control a fire spell… and Rollo couldn’t help even if he wanted to because he hadn’t gotten his own magic yet. As Azul points out, he must have been so conflicted when his own magical abilities awakened. THEN ROLLO LEARNS THE MAGIC THAT MAKES HIM “UNIQUE” IS ASSOCIATED WITH FIRE 🤡

Imagine how fucking traumatic that must be if his little brother was lost in the flames… And if that’s true, then it explains why Rollo has dialogue which implies he’s unhappy with himself, that he views his own magic as being “cursed”, on top of forming a disdain for magic (and particularly those who overindulge in it as his brother once did). Losing his brother would have made such a big impact on Rollo that it literally SHAPED what his unique magic would be… That death was an extremely traumatic formative experience. Then, in a cruel twist of fate, Rollo sees his own magical abilities are a constant reminder that he could not save his loved one, and the form it has taken is like a sin and the guilt he cannot scrub from himself. Rollo’s body literally sets on fire when he uses his unique magic—a horrifyingly reminder of his little brother’s body burning to a crisp before his eyes.

What must Rollo be thinking in that moment when he discovered his unique magic and every time he uses it after that? I can control the fire that my brother couldn’t. I survive when this fire consumes me, and my brother didn’t. Uh, no wonder why he describes his magic as “repulsive” 😔 and no wonder why he’s not scared to lose his own magic. He, in fact, believes it will be liberating.

And the fact that his Dark Fire is powered by negative emotions????? That’s… such a scary manifestation of Rollo’s own dark thoughts and emotions. The worse people feel, the worse the flames become… the stronger Rollo’s internalized guilt, the more hateful he became, until it ultimately culminated in this plot to steal all the magic from Twisted Wonderland. In his eyes, any amount of magic is dangerous—too little, and mages becomes jealous. Too much, and they become arrogant. Magic is that evil, the unease and the fear, that propels Rollo and his unique soul-defining spell.

Dark Fire fittingly defines him, his obsession, and his ambition. Most importantly, it gives him drive, and a cause to work toward. It is Rollo’s guiding light in an otherwise dark, sin-drenched world. This is reflected even in the incantation: “Scorch my soul and guide me.” Rollo’s “sin” is also, very ironically, the hope that propels him toward is own brand of “salvation” at the expense of all other magic users. Like Idia says, Rollo tries ro justify his actions by claiming it is for the good of all when, in reality, Rollo is just seeking salvation for himself. He wants to come to terms with all the guilt he has been burdened with: seeing his brother burn, coming down with the curse of magic, the blight of his unique magic… GOD HE’S. SO AWFUL OTL BUT ALSO SO DARK AND COMPLEX)

asgk dihasbioasbiadfbiadfbafds Anyway, back to canon!!

SO THEY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ROLLO AND. His punishment for all of this is… Well, none of his crimes are shared with people outside of NRC (like how they try to contain news of Jamil and Vil’s OBs in the main story) 😂 so Rollo still remains “pure” in the eyes of the NBC mobs that adore him, BUT he has to deal with the internal moral dilemma and turmoil.

Truly fitting for a villain who has already internalized so much self-hatred and guilt… Oh yeah, and he dances with Malleus at the end 😂 Happily ever after, I guess??

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Rollo Flamme #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #flame body Rollo resembles Esmeralda dancing in the fireplace #twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland theories #twst analysis #twisted wonderland character analysis #twst character analysis #twisted wonderland analysis #d does this count as Rollo rot 😔#GOD I LOVE DEAD FAMILY DRAMA IT’S SO JUICY #it’s such a good literary device for angst 😈#Rollo Flamm

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lovlydovlyjaycie · 4 years ago

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Ævi - The Protector

Hey, so this is going to be a mini series on something I have tried to do before. But I thought of a different way to make it shorter and to make it make more sense. I hope you like it, this idea has been in my head for honestly.. a couple of years now lol. I just decided I really want to put it down somewhere. And where is better than here? Am I right?! lol

Summary: This is set in 2010. There are no such things as superheroes. Right? Maybe Iron Man, but that is it. It has to be. Y/n was just trying to celebrate her birthday, but that quickly changed when she got a gift from a mysterious man.

Warnings: Fluff, violence, maybe one swearword

Characters: Y/n, Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothbrok, Floki, Lagertha, OC Emma, OC Lars, OC Sanna, OC Nils, OC David Mentioned: Iron Man, Odin, Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Rollo

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Part 2

It has been days since the.. time travel? Happened. This is definitely not some weird dream. The servants have brought me clothes to wear. It felt kind of surreal to wear these dresses. I had only seen replicas in museums or they were very aged. But this, it felt real, it still had its color. And I think Bjorn told the people that gave me the clothes that I glowed golden and white, because I am only getting white dresses with golden jewelry. But there was one particular piece of jewelry I liked, It was a piece of a belt on it was a tree. I’m thinking it’s Yggdrasil. Funny, cause that was on that stupid card that I got. I had stashed that away under my bed. I walked out of my room to the front of the longhouse. Ragnar had given me a room to stay in. Even though I dressed the part now, I still felt very out of place here. Would there be a way back or would I be stuck here for ever. So many questions, but there was nobody to answer them for me. Deep in thought I didn’t notice Bjorn was standing right in front of me. I walked right in to him. “Hey! you need to be a little more on guard today! haha!” Bjorn said laughing at me. I laughed at myself. “What do you mean? What am I doing today?” I asked him a bit confused. They weren’t letting me in on all the conversations. “You’re going to be training. You might want to put something else on. I’ve seen women fight in dresses, but it will be easier if you had armor on.” He stated. “Wait what? I’m training for what?” He smiled. “For what Odin send you here to do. He knew we needed help and he send you.”

They have been saying this since I got here. I didn’t believe it. Some higher power sending me here? Or did He. It was still all so confusing. But what could I do? I don’t know how to fight. And that glowing thing that happens every now and then.. I don’t even know what it is. Let alone control it.

“I think you really got the wrong impression. I don’t know how to fight.. I don’t know how to really do anything.” Bjorn put his hand on my shoulder. “That’s why we’re going to train you. The Gods were born with powers we cannot posses, but even they had to train to be able to fight.” I sighed. It was bad luck, it had to be. What am I supposed to do? “Now get dressed and then we’ll train.” Bjorn said as he patted my shoulders.

Servants had brought me some clothes where I could train in. They said it was of Lagertha, Bjorn’s mother. I had met her when I first got here. She seemed like a very strong woman, mentally and physically. I have also seen her fight and I would not like to be up against her. I’ve heard people say she is the greatest shieldmaiden. And so I have also read in books. It was so hard to wrap my head around me meeting people that have been dead for a thousand years. Or at least in my mind. Because it hasn’t happened yet here.

Then I have also met Floki. He is a little strange, but very kind. I am not sure if I like his laugh or if it is a little disturbing. I also met Bjorn’s brothers, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar. They all seemed nice enough, but they all looked like a little scary. But I think that is what they wanted, to not look approachable. Then I also have met Rollo, Ragnar’s brother. He seems like he doesn’t belong.

I walked over towards the place where I have seen everybody train before. “Hey!” Bjorn said waving at me. I came closer to him and he gave me a wooden sword. “Lets see what you got.” He told me. “Wait. Now? Shouldn’t you show me how to do it first? I don’t know how to fight.” I stammered. I thought that I would maybe start with observing and Bjorn would show me a few things, but not jump right into it. “The best way to learn is to figure it out for yourself and I’ve seen what you can do with that light. So it shouldn’t be hard.” He explained. “Well I didn’t know what I was doing. I still don’t know what I’m doing.” I said the last part under my breath. “Just charge at me. We’ll see from there. Come on!” I nodded my head. Here goes nothing.

I charged at him trying to hit his shoulder. But he quickly hit it with his wooden sword like it was nothing. “Come on you’re not even trying!” He said smiling going back in his stance. Breathed out through my nose. I tried again, but quicker. Again he hit my sword and now pointed his sword towards my neck. “Dead. Again!” He said loudly. I sighed. “You know, if you’d actually tell me how to do this it could be a lot easier.” He didn’t say anything, he only motioned for met to do it again. This time I went for his stomach. I charged at him and he hit my sword out of my hands grabbed my neck and put the sword up against my neck as well. We were standing so close I could smell the ale he most likely had before we started doing this. “Dead.” He said. I could feel his breath on my skin. This was the first time I was standing this close to him. He put the sword down, but he was still holding me very close. I could almost hear his heartbeat. He definitely heard mine. I was overwhelmed by everything here. And now Bjorn. Even though we had a rough start, he made sure every day that he was there for me. He introduced me to everyone. Most of all he showed me a kindness that I really needed right now. Also helps that he is pretty handsome.

I almost forgot he was still holding me. So I looked around and saw Lagertha. “Is that how you train everybody Bjorn?” Lagertha asked. That’s when Bjorn quickly let go and cleared his throat. “Well nobody can compete with you mother.” She smirked at that. “What has he taught you so far.” She asked me. “Uhmm-.” I started. She took that as her que. “Alright how do you stand?” She asked. I showed her awkwardly my stance. “What is that?! The wind could even knock you down if he wanted to. Do it like this. Your feet here, straighten your back a little, your arms forward, but not too much, yes like that. See a lot better.” She said when she was showing me. It felt more grounded. I nodded my head at her. “Alright when you are charging at him the easiest way to take him down is his legs or from the shoulders up. With a lot of power and training his torso as also a very good target. Be quick, because if this is life or death, you’ll only get one chance.” Lagertha told me I appreciated the help. I had no idea what I was doing. I gave it a go. I went quickly for the neck and this time Bjorn didn’t have time to hit my sword away. “Dead.” I told him. He laughed. “Very good. Now If I came at you, you’ll also would have to be quick. You will carry a shield of course, but those are heavy and you wont be able to hold your sword with both hands.”

Bjorn showed me some moves to defend myself and Lagertha showed me how to attack again. The both kept making good points, but in the back of my mind I still had the lingering thought that I didn’t belong. This was a mistake.

After what felt like hours Bjorn finally said that I could stop and it was enough for today. I probably smelt horrible. “You did good today.” Bjorn told me. “Thank you and thank you for showing me how.” I smiled at him. “Got to thank my mother for that. She has trained many shield maidens before. She knows what she’s doing. She also showed me a lot.” I nodded. we started walking back towards the longhouse. “Can I ask you something?” I asked Bjorn. “Why me, why do you think I’m send here by some higher power?” I asked. It has been bugging me for a while now. “Because we prayed for you, we prayed for help and sacrificed so Odin would send someone and one day later.. here you are.” It must be coincidence it can’t be anything else. But then again, how did this happen? “Why did you pray for someone to come?” I asked. “Because out there in those woods there are things that we can’t fight. We first thought it was the English, but this is no human. That’s why we needed you.” I stopped walking. “What is out there?” Bjorn stopped as well and looked at me. “We think it is Hela or frost giants.” I looked at him with big eyes before I started laughing. “Frost giants? There is no such thing.” Mythical creatures. It’s ridiculous those are stories. “Why could that not be it when you are here?” He asked me. That was true. I did get here somehow and I don’t even know I science could explain this. Would there even be a logical answer.

Bjorn sighed. “Look, again, I have seen what you can do. And even though we have a strong army.. It would need some extra help. You are that help. You’re only holding yourself back. Let go of whatever thought is blocking you from holding back. You’ll see.” He told me sure of himself. He had more belief in me for only knowing me a couple of days, than I had in myself. He put his arm around my shoulder and motioned for met to walk back with him.

After I had cleaned myself up they had a gathering tonight, so I had to dress up. Again the servants had put down a white dress and some jewelry, but I decided to add the belt with Yggdrasil on it. When I walked out of my room there were already a lot of people inside. Most if them already drunk. I saw Floki and he quickly walked up to me. Pushing people out of the way. “Hi there y/n! I saw you were training today. You weren’t very good huh?” He said giggling. “Nope not really.” I said nonchalantly. I knew I was bad. I didn’t really want todo it. “I prayed for the Gods for a sign to give you strength, so soon you’ll be undefeated.” He said with another giggle. They had so much faith in.. in whatever was there. I appreciated it though. “Thank you Floki.” He giggled again and gave me his ale. “Oh no I don’t-.” I started but he pushed it in my hands. “Drink up little one.” I smiled and took a small sip. It was disgusting.

In the distance I saw Bjorn, so I excused myself and walked over to him. “Hi! You want some ale?” I asked as I pushed my drink in his hands. “Sure!” He said and downed the ale. I looked a bit shocked and impressed at him. “Wow, thirsty?” He laughed. “Anything handed by someone as beautiful as you I’ll take.” I immediately turned red of that comment of his. “There is that beautiful smile.” He said, which only made me turn more red. “How much did you drink?” I laughed. “Not enough! Here come with me I’ll get more.” He took my hand and guided me towards the table where they had put different kinds of foods and ale. “I really don’t want anything, I’m fine.” I said smiling. “No such thing! We are celebrating!” Bjorn said almost with a skip in his steps. “Yes, and what exactly are we celebrating?” I wasn’t sure before if there was actually something to celebrate or if they just wanted a excuse to party. “We’re celebrating you!” He called. Me? What did I do? “Why are we celebrating me.. I didn’t do anything.” We got to the table and Bjorn handed me a cup and filled it up with ale. “Well.. We’re celebrating for hope. You are our hope. And tomorrow we’ll have a sacrifice to make sure we’ll win our battle.” He said happily. I didn’t understand, no one was telling me anything. “What battle? What is out there? I keep hearing I’m send by Odin and that I’m your hope, but nobody is telling me why.. So why? Tell me what’s out there!” I demanded. I didn’t understand that I kept being told that I’m their savior, but nobody was telling me for what. “Well, we weren’t sure at first, but after we saw you fight today.. we knew, you-” “After you saw me fight? I failed miserably. I can’t fight, Bjorn. Who ever you’re hoping for to help you.. It’s not me.” I interrupted.

“Y/n you are a quick learner. And how quickly you adjusted yourself every single time.. And not to mention in the woods when you made me fly back.. It is you. Whatever thought you’re holding on to that it’s not.. you need to let go of that. Everybody here believes in you. It’s just you who’s not.” Bjorn went on to explain. “You still haven’t told me what’s out there.” I stated, I decided to ignore what he said. I still didn’t believe any of it. It was a coincidence. It had to be. Bjorn sighed. “We think they’re frost giants.. But we believe Hela sent them. This dark figure with long black hair has been flowing around Kattegat. We think they’re working together.” Hela and frost giants? What? This has got to be some joke. But my curiosity got the better of me. “Why would they be working together?” That’s the part that didn’t make any sense to me. Because in the books I’ve read she has her own army, why would she need frost giants.. And why would she want earth? If it was real of course, because frost giants and.. Gods don’t exist. “Because Odin put her army to sleep and banished her from Asgard. She must be seeking revenge.” Right.. why didn’t I think of that.. Obviously that’s it. “And you think Odin has sent me to stop all of that from happening?” I looked at him and took a sip from my disgusting ale. I cringed slightly because it was so strong. “Yes of course!” He nodded like I cracked the case. “Why isn’t Odin here himself then? You know.. to stop it from happening. Because obviously he knows how to fight.. Where I do not know.” That made Bjorn close his mouth, he probably didn’t think of that. “You know what if these ‘Frost Giants’ show up I’ll help you fight. I just don’t think I’ll be that useful.” I said in a mocking tone. This was all ridiculous. Maybe I was still dreaming. Or I was in some sort of coma, that would explain why I’ve been here for this long. I didn’t notice at first but Bjorn looked a little disappointed by my comment. “Hey, I’m sorry.. It’s just, a couple of days ago I was somewhere completely different and now all these things are being thrown at me.. It’s just a lot. Nothing personal.” I told Bjorn as I put my hand on his arm. “I understand, I just.. You know what the battle is not today, so lets drink like there will never be a battle!” I agreed on that. As I slipped my hand down, Bjorn caught it. I looked at him with surprise and he kept looking at our hands. Then he looked back up to me. “May there be no battle.” He said as he pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed my hand. “May there be no battle.” I repeated and put my cup up and we cheered. I quickly took a sip and after a while the ale stopped tasting disgusting and now it was tolerable.

What was this man doing to me? The whole night I was just blushing. He only needed to stand close to me or brush up against me and I would turn red. I had been trying to avoid his gaze as much as I could from embarrassment. And he knew what he was doing to me. Because every time he caught my gaze he would smirk and come closer to make it worse. He would even go as far as to bring me back to my room just to give me a goodnight kiss on my cheek and ask. “Goodnight y/n. Will you dream about me?” If I wasn’t red before this definitely did it. I didn’t have a come back.. I needed to say something. “Will you about me?” Stupid.. Why was this the only thing I could come up with? “I definitely will. You’ll never leave my mind.” Smooth. Dammit. “Well.. I’ll see you in your dreams then. Goodnight Bjorn.” I couldn’t say the last part more quickly before I shut the door. This man.. God..

With my head in the clouds I dropped on my bed. Not bothered to take me clothes off and put on the nightgown I was given. Besides the disgusting taste the ale was good for something, because I dozed off to sleep quickly.

I woke up by yelling and other loud commotion in the middle of the night.. or early in the morning. Either way it was still dark. “What the hell is going on?” I said out loud. I stood up, still slightly dizzy from the drinks I had. I walked towards the small window I had in my room. It was high up so I had placed a box under it to stand on. It was still very dark outside, so it was not morning. But outside I saw people running and screaming. What was going on? Then a man stabbed a woman in the back. I gasped and stepped back forgetting I was standing on a box and fell to the ground. I just saw a woman get killed. Why? What was happening? I stood up and walked back to the box to see outside. When I stood on the box trying to see what was out there the man or something I thought was a man stood there right in front of the window looking at me. That was no man, it was not even human. His skin was blue and his eyes were all red. I had never seen anything like that before. What was that? Then the thing came running even closer towards the window and got his sword ready to charge. I quickly jumped of the box I briefly looked back to the window and saw that that thing was trying to break it. Not needing to look back again I ran out of the door.

Nobody else was in the house. And besides of all the screaming from outside It was eerie quiet inside. I quickly ran towards the front door to get out of the long house. That would be safer right? That thing was trying to break the wall. Even though outside there is probably more of him. I second guessed myself and froze. I needed to hide here right? In the corner by the front door I saw some boxes. I need to hide there. I quickly ran over and made myself as small as I possibly could and hid. This is not real. I’m in some sot of coma and this is what will wake me up. It had to be.

Then I heard the door of my room break. I could slightly see between the boxes that the thing was looking for me. I made myself sit as still as I possibly could also trying to hold my breath. The thing was going around looking for me behind the throne that was placed in the middle of the room, the tables, behind walls. When he saw that I wasn’t there he started walking towards the door. Pleas don’t look here, please don’t look here, please don’t look here. I kept thinking to myself. And he got to the door. Ok, now go outside, don’t look here. Please, for the love of God, walk out that door. As he got to the door he stopped. Of course. He turned his head towards the boxes I was hidden behind. Fuck. He pushed the boxes out of the way with like it was nothing and then grabbed my ankle. “NO! LET ME GO!” I yelled. I was hitting him as hard as I could. For e brief second he let go of my ankle and I tried to scurry away only for him to grab me by my throat. My breathing got cut off instantly. He lifted me up in the air my feet trying to touch the ground. I tried to scratch his hands or hit him, but to nothing worked. Stars were starting to form in my eyes. “You’re it?” He said right when everything started to turn dark.

And then I fell to the ground with a thud. I was coughing up a storm and trying to catch my breath when I saw Bjorn pull out his sword from the things chest before he hurried over to me. “Are you ok?” He asked with concern in his eyes. “What was that.” Was all I cared about. He lifted me up to my feet and started to walk outside. “Frost Giants.” He said quickly before he pulled me to the side of the longhouse trying to stay out of sight. “Here.” Bjorn said pushing his sword in my hands. “What?! You’ve seen me fight.. No, I can’t do it!” I was freaking out. Only today I had trained for the first time ever besides that I almost got killed not one minute ago. “You’re gonna stay with me and if you need to use it use it.” He said sternly not giving me a option. So I nodded my head unsure. “How are you gonna fight them without a sword?” And he pulled a axe from behind his back and showed me. “Come on! It’s better if we get you out of Kattegat to safety.” He said as he started walking, but I was frozen in my spot. This all felt too real. I really almost could’ve died and now looking around I saw bodies laying on the ground. They were all dead. I could’ve died. Bjorn noticed my panic and quickly went back over to me. “Hey! You’re ok! I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He grabbed my hand that was not holding his sword and looked at me. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to me or Bjorn or anybody in this town, but still if felt stuck becau- And then Bjorn planted his lips against mine. All of my negative thoughts seemed to fade away and for a second the screaming seemed to stop. As quickly as this moment cam it went away when he slightly moved away from me his lips still close, but not brushing against mine anymore. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He repeated. “Do you trust me?” He asked looking into my eyes. All I could do was give him a small nod, still afraid to do anything. But I’d follow him. He kept holding my hand and guided me away.

We tried to avoid being seen by anybody. This was the hardest thing I had ever done. Seeing and hearing people cry for help and not doing anything broke me. With every last scream I heard from the people that were loosing their life my heart broke and it actually physically hurt me, but I tried to push that feeling away as much as I could.

We were getting closer to the edge of Kattegat and it seemed to get quieter here. “Alright probably some people already made it out of Kattegat, if you follow this trail-” Bjorn started. “Wait you’re not coming?” I asked. “I have to fight for Kattegat.” He said as he kept looking around if it was safe. “What about me fighting Frost Giants. I’m not leaving without you and if you’re not leaving I’m not leaving.” I demanded. “It’s not safe-” He started but saw something coming closer. Bjorn got ready to fight instantly. Two Frost Giants walked closer with their swords in hand.

“Give up the girl.” One of them said. “You’ll have to go through me first!” Bjorn said loudly. What was he doing? He didn’t have to do that. But knowing he meant it I got ready to fight as well. Feet slightly apart back slightly straight and my sword up, but not to close to my face. Just like Lagertha taught me. The Frost Giants just laughed like this was some kind of pathetic joke. They came closer with their swords forward. They aimed high for Bjorn’s head, but he easily dodged it and hit them lower by their legs. While Bjorn was tall, these Frost Giants towered over him. One of them started charging at me and I easily dodged his first blow by jumping back, but as I tried to hit him back he hit my sword out of my hands. In the corner of my eye I saw Bjorn was gaining the upper hand, but me not so much. The giant hit me with his elbow in my stomach and I fell back. I crawled backward trying to get away from him when I felt I got to my sword. I decided to just put it in front of me and hope for the best. And at perfect timing the giant wanted to leap forward and tried to hit me with his sword, but he landed into my. He went limp quickly, but I cut my upper left arm by his sword. “Ahh!” I groaned. I decided to ignore the pain and see if I could help Bjorn. He must’ve lost the upper hand, because now he was being pushed back and fell to the ground. Without a second thought I held my sword a little tighter and ran towards the giant. I jumped forward and put my sword through his chest and then quickly pulled it back out. The giant instantly fell to the ground and didn’t move. I killed him. I killed two Frost Giants.

Taking a deep breath I turned toward Bjorn and put my hand out to help him stand up. “See you’re a better fighter than you think.” He said smiling. Trying to make light to this situation I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so stupid.” He laughed at that. “Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” He asked all serious again. “I’m fine I just had a-.” I wanted to point at my cut, but nothing was there anymore. My arm was already healed, like nothing happened. But looking at my clothes clearly something did. The blood was still on it and there was a cut in my clothes at the place I got cut, but the actual cut was not there. ”I-I’m ok.. I thought I.. I’m ok-” I started as I felt a burning feeling in my lower abdomen. I looked down and saw a sword sticking out, before it disappeared back in my abdomen. My vision instantly became clouded and I felt light headed. looking down I saw blood gushing out of my abdomen. And then I fell to the ground before my vision turned completely dark.

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Let me know what you think.

Also the sword that you see in the gif would be the same sword Bjorn gave y/n, just to get an idea of what it looks like :)

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fluorescentpipedream · 3 years ago

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Updated a few of my characters’ pictures last night when I was having an ADHD moment while playing WoW.

So...

Daryl “Mason” Knox - This version of Daryl is part of our Zombie storyline (the premise of which I barely remember) and currently in the mountains above Colorado. He is a survivalist already, tanner, taxidermist and wicked good shot and when the virus began circulating, he packed up his pickup truck and headed as far into the mountains as he could. He had been in Tennessee for a little while but left there when the area started to fall as well, moving around a lot for a while before settling high in the mountains where it’s coldest, realizing the undead have a hard time moving through the snow and it seems to make their bodies more brittle. He stumbles upon Ryki and Kristy’s group (shortly after they get Mikael back from the roaming motorcycle gang (see Widower/Simon). Daryl was under the assumption that most of his family had died when the virus first took hold and started using his middle name, Mason, instead of his last name.

Daryl Knox - Daryl is the survivalist of the Knox men, the youngest but the one who has his fingers the most in the various family businesses and also the one who discovers that a good portion of the Knox family land that backs the Blue Ridge Mountain range actually belonged to the Cherokee tribe and gives it back to them, only asking if they can continue to use the land as the hunting area he currently has it set up as. Daryl and his brothers also took a portion of the money made from the Knox Lodge (a small series of cabins built closest to the Chattahoochee National Park people can rent and go fishing and hunting for deer, quail and even armadillos) and give it back to the slave families that their great great grandfather had working for them. Daryl is quieter than the rest of his brothers, sticking to living away from nearly everyone and only coming down from the mountains when he is dropping off supplies at the Knox Family General Store in Jasper, Georgia where the family is primarily from. The general store is very rustic looking, with the old fashioned candy jars behind the counter and a small restaurant in the back where the family sells their homemade pies. (They also sell locally made and sourced jellies and jams, as well as jerky and unique gifts. Think trading post for the interior) A skilled taxidermist, Daryl has a special he runs through the Lodge that if you shoot it, he’ll stuff it (for a fee of course).

Schyler Lewis - A former Scorpion and currently a Slayer in Los Angeles, Schyler is quiet but loving and loyal. He’s also one hell of a shot with pretty much anything, though he prefers knives over everything. He has a deep respect for RJ Jamison, as well as the former leader, BP and keeps a protective/big brother kind of watch on Queenie. He and Simon are pretty good friends, he often tries to keep an eye on the older man to keep him from going crazy.

Trevor Phillips (nothing changed, just both versions of him are going to use the same picture)

Simon Knox - Simon is the middle Knox brother, only a few years older than Daryl though he’s not particularly close to most of his family anymore. He and Jericho had once been vying for the same girl’s attention, but when he was sent to prison for a bar fight/blackout he missed the chance to be with her, even though he does very much still love her. When Simon was released from prison, Jericho gave him the chance to come home and get back on his feet again (the courts and mental health professionals released him on account of him having absolutely no memory of the bar fight other than some kid pushing him too hard and spitting on him. His anger flared up and he didn’t remember anything that had happened after that point. It wasn’t until an officer hit him on the back of the head did he come around again) and while he’s there, he and Maggie ended up in bed together after he told her what had happened. He had a ring and had been going out with a few friends the night before coming to see her. He is actually Ryder’s father, and Jericho does know. Following Ryder’s first outburst and slamming his head into the wall, tearing a stuffed animal and general unprovoked rage, Jericho had come to bed with a few scratches on his arms and gently kissed Maggie’s forehead, not coming right out and saying anything about the possibility but just telling her that whatever thing that’s weighing on her heart right now, it’s okay and he forgives her. (Ryder has similar violent outbursts like his father, though recognizing it as was what going on with Simon, Jericho instead got his son therapy to deal with the outbursts as well as getting him involved in boxing.)

Following Ryder’s birth (and Simon getting to hold his son), Simon leaves and joins the Outlaw motorcycle gang though moves around a lot after that, winding up “settling” with Haven for a while before finally establishing a place with the Scorpions. He made quick friends with Schyler, despite a several year age gap, and when the Scorpions were assimilated into the Slayers in LA, he stayed on with them. He is prone to blackouts and violent outbursts and unfortunately does not possess much in the way of empathy toward nearly anyone. He does very much like children, and wouldn’t mind finally getting to have a family of his own. He is pansexual and it doesn’t seem to matter to him who he’s with, as long as they’re over a certain age. He’s not overly thrilled with the relationship RJ has with Jamie but she’s safe and not in any danger so he doesn’t say much about it either way. He and Floki of the Vikings have rolled around a few times, but generally speaking he is still very much in love with Maggie. Part of the reason he stays away from his family is because of how Jericho has been treating his “dying” wife. (Jericho is having an affair with a younger nurse/friend of his daughter Lorelei, while his wife is presumed to be dying from stage 4 cancer. She does make a rather miraculous recovery though, leaving him and going out to the man who has always loved her)

Simon has some seriously reckless traits and has actually had to be sedated by members of his own gang because his anger will flare up and he goes berserk. He has NO control over his actions whenever he blacks out either. Following BP and his wife’s untimely death, Simon is taken by the Slayers along with several others and thrown into the Pit, basically an abandoned warehouse near the docks that has been hollowed out and made into a fight arena. Because of his anger issues there’s a few that believe he could have been pushed to a breaking point and lashed out, though BP never pushed his buttons and he has no desire to take the gang over. When Rollo and a handful of the Vikings reveal themselves as the masterminds (and hired by Marcone to do the deed), Simon is the one who takes an axe off of Floki’s hip, throwing it into the back of Rollo’s head before kneeling down in front of Queenie and telling her he’s always been loyal to BP and subsequently, to her.

Widower (Simon Knox) - This version of Simon is for our zombie alt world and currently in Tennessee with the Savior gang run by a Negan type. In this world, Simon was able to remarry Maggie and the two of them were living quiet happily, considering starting their family when her cancer makes a return and is incredible aggressive. As the virus starts to spread through Atlanta and they begin seeing how it eats away at the host’s body only to reanimate them, Maggie begs Simon to shoot her so she doesn’t have to suffer through her cancer and the possibility of getting the virus. At first he refuses to do it but after the hospitals shut down due to too many people contracting the virus, he takes her up to one his brother’s hunting cabins and shoots her, burying her in the backyard. He had attempted to shoot himself as well but the gun jammed and he ended up throwing it into the river instead. After Atlanta falls and the zombie virus appears to be spreading through the small towns, taking the Knox family out as far as he can tell. He and Daryl were traveling together for a little while but were separated and Simon lost track of his little brother. Assuming that his family is dead (since there’s no trace of any of them and the communications network was the first thing to go down) he gets on the back of his motorcycle and leaves. He first meets Morgan (Negan) and his group, Haven, when they stumble upon one another trying to refuel and get supplies. Simon is unhinged and no longer even trying to hide his homicidal side, since no one is there to hold him back any longer he’s completely off his rocker. He initially told Morgan and the rest to call him Widower, as he didn’t even want to link himself to the man he used to be. If the virus is ever contained, he isn’t sure there’s going to be much of a world left for him.

Widower, Morgan and I think there’s an NPC version of Schyler with them as well find 5 yr old Mikael after the little boy panicked and ran from his aunt and uncle’s convoy during one of the zombie attacks. Morgan grabbed the boy as he was crying by the back of his jacket and puts him onto his motorcycle leading Kristy and Ryki and their group to give chase to get him back. Morgan had a son once and may have done this in order to protect him, not initially seeing the small group of survivors on the road. Widower takes over kind of protecting the little boy when their group stops at an old warehouse they use as a base.

Morgan Caldwell - I haven’t actually decided if I’m going to make Morgan but he is Sam Caldwell’s older brother and Martin & Lynn’s uncle. He is the leader of the Haven motorcycle gang which moves around a lot and Simon was part of for a while. He is incredibly disappointed in how his little brother acts and very much wants to meet his estranged niece and nephew.

Morgan “Negan” Caldwell - The zombie-verse version of Morgan, I know little about the man other than Widower is his right hand man and fiercely loyal to him. He genuinely seems to be concerned for Mikael and after meeting Kristy and finding out she’s pregnant while going through the virus, he may offer their services to them, as protection (or he may try to keep Kristy with him and his group masking using the air of wanting to protect her until she gives birth) There’s a lot of ways this guy can go. He isn’t particularly trustworthy, and has said one thing only to do the direct opposite of that less than a few minutes later.

Kevin Reynolds - the oldest Reynolds brother and also the only one that’s biological to the Reynolds family. Kevin was 10 when Matt was adopted and 12 when Vartan came to live with them as well. The family typically fosters children, and seeks to give them a better life than the one they had. Kevin is currently in his later 40s, and lives in Chicago where he owns an old-fashioned record store (with actual records on the upstairs level) called Empire Records, or just The Empire by his teen/20-something staff. Kevin is gay and actually just lost his husband Jimmy to AIDS. Jimmy was the drummer for his brothers’ band Silex, and actually younger than Kevin was as well. He is currently having issues with depression following the loss of the only love in his life (up til now, obviously), though he actually has clinical depression as well. He and Matt absolutely cannot stand one another, mostly due to Matt’s homophobia, though Kevin has always been out so he’s not sure exactly where that stems from. He and Vartan are close, despite the 12 year age gap. Empire Records is a somewhat failing business, though is eventually brought under the wing of Revolver Records for its vintage, throwback to the late 80s/90s music scene and often becomes the site of the Revolver bands’ signings, which boosts their sales quite a bit too.

Ryder Knox is getting a new picture, I just need to figure out who he actually looks like, taking his dad into a bit more consideration right now. The Knox men also all have a very distinct smile, so gotta find someone that fits. I’m stuck between these two:

Ryder is 22 years old and lives in an apartment on his own which he pays for by an OnlyFans account. With close to 1000 subscribers, he makes money selling pictures of anything from his feet to being shirtless (sometimes in his underwear) on parts of the Knox farmland. Very gay but not very out about it.

@musesnotebook

#Jeffery Dean Morgan #Zombie storyline #picture updates #norman reedus #steven ogg

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dacreshoney · 4 years ago

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vikings series 1 part 1

so this will be the first part of the vikings series list I am creating, I will go into a little summery about the character in which will have a name but I can also include Y/N imagines /alongisdebeside the characters name.

warning: introduction, may be some swearing

(I do not own images/gifs or condone any violent behaviours)

intro more than anything this part

800 A.D

summary: you are the Norse goddess Freya the daughter of the Great Norse god Njord of the wind wand waters and sister to Freyr/Yngvi the god of peace, fertility and rain. Freyja is the goddess of love, warfare, sex, fertility, death, beauty, magic, and witchcraft which has brought you many troubles in your life, you took form as your human self and lived among humans in which your father did not approve. You set your sights on Scandinavia, on a certain family, the Lothbrok family, you had foreseen in a vision with Frigg that this family would need your help in either saving the world or destroying it. You had grew close to Ragnar in his younger days, even his wife Lagertha adored you along with his brother Rollo, though it never took them long to believe you were the goddess freya. You would often come and go from their lives, watching over them. You made it clear you could not stay long, you overdid that already. your place was in Asgard, that was until you saw another fate beside the one where you would protect the lothbrok’s, this one would tie your destiny with one of Ragnar Lothbrok’s children, Ivar the Boneless. You were to be his saviour or you would join him on his bloody reign. Only time and the gods would tell what both of your fates would be.

freya art: below

series 1 part one: an old and dear friend.

you had foreseen another vision, you practiced magic and witchcraft often with Frigg, who was depicted as a Volva/seidr as well as yourself, this time the vision was dark and empty. Something was wrong, you felt desolate. The vision had foretold that Ragnar Lothbrok was dying o the would die by the hands of someone close to him, Frigg had foresaw a vision with his wife Aslaug plotting behind Ragnar's back with the seidr in Kattegat.

“she plots, she wonders if there will ever be a woman ruler of Kattegat” Frigg implied, her hands over your Brisingamen necklace and a golden cauldron, your blood boils at the thought of Aslaug betraying someone you love so dearly, how could she turn her back on him after everything he has done for her you thought to yourself.

“how dare she, she will never rule over Kattegat, over my dead body will I ever let her get her hands on everything Ragnar has achieved” you raised your voice in anger, turning harshly on your heal to look over at the rainbow bridge of Asgard, placing your hands on the railings, grasping so tightly you could easily break them. Frigg walked over to you, placing her hand on your shoulder, her fair touch easing you ever so slightly as she turned you to face her she spoke softly, “ there will be a woman rule one day over Kattegat, but it won't be Aslaug, that you will have to wait and see my dear one”

“ I don’t see your fascination in these viking mutts freya, surely you could just kill them all and all your sorrows would be dealt with, or I could help you slaughter them all” Tyr followed, laughing, he was the god of war and a halfwit at that, he had no emotion or care for anyone other than himself. you edged away from Frigg aiming your sights at Tyr, raising your fist to grab his throat. “one more word from you tyr and I'm shoving the seat golden spear of your up your giant a ss ho...” Frigg interrupted, “now freya, now is not the time, you know where you need to go”

You knew what you had to do, it was time to go back to Kattegat, a place you said to yourself you would never go back to, you told yourself you would watch and protect from afar to abide by your fathers rules and to conceal your feelings deep inside. But there was always something that would draw you back, back to them. you nodded your head to Frigg and a beam of light shown around your whole body as you teleported to Kattegat.

As you overlooked on top of the snowy mountains of Kattegat, taking in that icy fresh air you so missed into your lungs, you set your sights on the great hall of Kattegat in the far distance. Using your sight see what was going off and where everyone was, but Ragnar was not there. Then you spotted Björn, a man now, tying your dearest Floki to a wooden pole. Speeding down to the front of the harbour at 100 miles an hour, you headed to the flock of people surrounding the Floki, throwing rocks at him. You made your way through the crowd, barging your way to the front, picking up a rock fro the floor, your eyes catching Floki and Björn’s who stood their in shock as you spoke jokingly,

“my dear Floki, what have you done now” you teased, playing with the dirty rock in your hand as Björn walked your way, embracing you in a hug, shooing off the crowd of people. “freya, my god, how I've missed you” Bjorn laughed as his arms wrapped themselves around you, then turning round to Floki, “and him, your dear friend has murdered a christian man out of malice” you laughed at Bjorn as you went to unchain Floki and spoke “a christian man I say, surely you could of dealt with this privately Bjorn, what would your mother say” you winked , helping Floki out of his chains as he embraced you also.

“my mother, would be proud of me, for being a man” Bjorn answered back

“there are other ways to prove your a man bjorn and what would you father say, hmm, did he approve of this?” you questioned, walking towards Bjorn, heading towards the great hall.

“no, he does not know, but I do not need my fathers approval freya” Bjorn spouted off in a huff as he followed you.

You continued to laugh at Bjorn, making a joke out of the situation. Heading into the great hall, everyones eyes turned to you, pacing their eyes up and down at your beauty, Aslaug forcing a smile on her face at your presence, beside her 4 boys you had not seen before in person, but visions. Bjorn was about to speak up and announce your name, but you stopped him, one rule in Asgard was to not let your presence know so often, in which you had already broken that rule a long time ago, you preferred to keep it on the download this time. your gorgeous strawberry blonde locks blustering softly in the winter winds at the doors as you entered, those piercing golden eyes scouring the room, until you found those beautiful blue eyes of a man, well a man to you, a cripple to others, you locked his eyes as he crawled beside his mother Aslaug, mesmerised by your beauty. Bjorn, Floki and yourself headed towards where aslaug was sat on her thrown, you tried to keep your anger inside after foreseeing her thoughts. You stood proudly informant of her, your posture proud. At least you both could agree on something, you both were not happy to see each other in the slightest.

“Aslaug.. pleasure to see you again, and with sons, Ragnar must be so proud and.. happy, where is he may I ask” you spoke plainly, still never leaving her gaze, placing yourself on another seat beside Bjorn and Floki. She sneaked at you, knowing you'd know exactly what she was thinking, she tried her best to block you out, it never worked.

“pleasures mine, freya.. and yes, he is proud, legitimate male heirs to the Lothbrok throne.. and as for Ragnar he is out, I'm sorry you missed him” she said sarcastically, digging at Bjorn and yourself. The other sons of Ragnar, questioning who this freya was, eyeing up each other still, looking for answers from their mothers face, Ivar’s sky blue eyes still never leaving your face.

“no matter, I am here to stay for a while, I hope you don’t mind, myself and Ragnar have some things to attend to, I am sure you won't keep him from me for too long” you forced a smile, aiming for a reaction, she was good. Before she could answer, a familiar step headed towards you, you could smell his scent from miles away, that familiar scent you familiarised with home and family.

“hello old friend, been a while” Ragnar spoke happily as you turned to face him, eyes beaming with joy to see him okay and alive, you embraced each other, aslaug jealousy was very much on show for everyone to see.

#vikings imagine #intro #vikings #ragnar #new imagines blog

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huanwanchens · 5 years ago

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XiCheng Fic Recs

Fic recs featuring XiCheng with some side pairings. I decided to do this list so I can keep track. Basically, these fics are extra long coz the bitch in me doesn’t like to read short fics lol. All are complete works though. I hope this helps my fellow XiCheng shippers! I am a bitch for XiCheng and I am proud? LOL

Little Lotus by RennieOnIceCream (XiCheng mentions of WangXian)

Summary: If one asked Lan Xichen about having children a few years ago, he would’ve said the idea of a family was nice, but it was entirely impossible for him.

Having the leader of the Jiang Sect for a partner, he should’ve known -- impossibilities were always achievable.

Mpreg XiCheng fic that is light and fluffy! This is more like the journey of pregnancy featuring XiCheng.

Wish That You Were Here by Achromos (XiCheng, JingYi)

Summary: Ever since he was young, Jingyi knew that he was missing a parent. The thing that bothered him the most about this was that his a-die was clearly suffering and lonely. At first, he had to settle for stories of his fuqin - the First Jade of Lan, a beautiful and powerful cultivator. But then he was sent to study in the Cloud Recesses, where he met the other side of his family. He was determined to find out why his parents won't speak to each other; what happened fifteen years ago. How he can perhaps mend the rift between them.

A fic where Jingyi is XiCheng’s love child. So much angst and it hurts.

Broken Mirror by akanezora (XiCheng AU side WangXian)

Summary: When Jiang Cheng left Lan Xichen life, he brought a secret with him. Years later, Lan Xichen caught up with that secret. (Jingyi as Xicheng Lovechild)

A fic where Jingyi is XiCheng’s love child in Modern AU. This is just so cute with a little bit of angst on both sides also, WangXian is a side pair here.

Being An Uncle Is Anything But Easy by TheWildJoker (XiCheng)

Summary: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Cheng, Sandu Shengshou, uncle of Jin Ling, brother of Jiang Yanli. He held many titles, and worked with many different hats, but the thing in his life that was missing most was someone to assist him in his struggle at raising a barely month old, orphaned child. Cue the entrance of the eldest jade of Lan, prim, proper, and loved by all. When first met with the worn out Jiang Cheng his inability to leave others alone while they're struggling most kicked in, and leads to a lot of confusion, bad decisions, and then finally a chance for the both of them to be healed from wounds of their past.

Aaah, I love this fic so much. Basically, it started when Jiang Cheng was landed with the responsibility of raising A-Ling because he just refused or rather, he just didn’t trust Jin Guangyao with the upbringing of Jin Ling. Also, some cute A-Yuan and A-Ling interaction for those who love ZhuiLing innocence.

Never Had I Ever by Kicchin (XiCheng side WangXian/NieYao)

Summary: Nie Mingjue is almost certain that Jin Guangyao has an ulterior motive for dating his best friend, Lan Xichen. However despite voicing his concerns, his best friend seems unconvinced and Lan Xichen continues to date the said man. Unable to give up just yet, Nie Mingjue tries a different tactic--convincing his best friend the man is not the right person for him by setting him up. Fortunately for him, Wei Wuxian's youngest brother is very much single and seems to be just the kind of person his best friend needs. Can Jiang Cheng truly change Lan Xichen's mind, or will Nie Mingjue's plan is a disaster from the beginning?

A Modern AU - University style fic wherein Jiang Cheng is a freshman and Xichen is just a dork who falls in love with unsuspecting Jiang Cheng lol. This is funny but it has that tooth-decaying element XD Also, drunk Xichen is always chaotic but can be so sweet.

The Beginner’s Guide to Moving On by messenger18 (XiCheng side WangXian)

Summary: Jiang Cheng is jaded, bitter and miserable. Lan Xichen isn't sure he can ever trust anyone again. They've always been at the periphery of each other's lives, perpetually visible but never touching, and it seems it's going to stay that way. Then Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui fall in love, and everything changes.

Thrown together as the only single men in a family full of couples, neither is exactly happy about their situation. But when two lonely people find each other, sometimes they can be a little less lonely together.

A slow burn fic that involves awkward meetings, building friendship, humor and fluff that you don’t have any choice but to read more lol. But I strongly recommend this one for XiCheng fans!

葬花/Zàng huā by CrystallizedPen (XiCheng Mpreg)

Summary: One day, Sect Leader Lan just disappeared, no one knew where he went, nor why he left, not even the people closest to him knew. He left behind his sword, his token, and his forehead ribbon. He left behind everything except the silver bell that was given to him by a person that he loved, and whom he thought would love him too. Their love was beautiful like a blooming flower. But, apparently he was wrong. He should have buried this love deep inside his heart, like burying a flower that was never meant to bloom.

Heavy angst XiCheng fic that expanded for 10 years of waiting coz of some intervention. I just love angsty elements in this and Xichen is well characterized in this fic! Strongly recommended!

Monotone by seredemia (WangXian and XiCheng)

Summary: Wei Wuxian died. Wei Wuxian died and he never came back, not after thirteen years, or a hundred, or a thousand. The year is 2019 and Lan Wangji is still here, having reached the highest point of cultivation that has gifted him with immortality. It's supposed to be a gift, an honour, yet to him it's nothing but a curse. Wei Wuxian is dead, and life is colourless. Lan Wangji ghosts through time, simply living each day in monotone.That is, until he meets a man who has the same face, same name, same smile as Wei Wuxian. Suddenly, there's colour and hope back in his life—but it's not long until he realises Wei Wuxian in this timeline has not escaped the sorrow that plagued his past self.Maybe history really does repeat itself after all.

THIS IS THE GREATEST. Immortal Xichen and Wangji in search of happiness. I certainly love the dynamics and interaction of XiCheng pair in here. Contains heavy angst, self-harm and hurt and you’d get a lot of emotional rollercoaster on this one! READ THIS GUYS, YOU WON’T REGRET IT! Unfortunately, the writer took down her work in A03 for personal reasons but she provided alternative links where you can read this. (Thank goodness for that.)

The Misadventures of Secretary Jiang by rollo (XiCheng mentions of WangXian)

Summary: When the competent Secretary Jiang gave his two weeks notice all of a sudden, CEO Lan XiChen is forced to switch up his long game.

Will Secretary Jiang ever notice that he’s not just the CEO’s Secretary?

This fic is hilarious as fuck. Full of humor and mishaps between XiCheng pair. Wanna see a different side of Xichen? Like the clingy, pouty ones - well this one is for you! I’ve just recently started the series called What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim and thank goodness, the author didn’t make Xichen as vain and narcissistic as the original character but all in all, if you want a light, honest to goodness fic, then I recommend this one for you!

I’ll Bind You To Me by yunkarin (XiCheng mentions of Married WangXian)

Summary: Jiang Cheng is the president of Yunmeng Cosmetics. Lan Xichen is the president of Gusu Pharmaceuticals. He and Lan Xichen have a complicated relationship, where they separate business and pleasure. How far are you willing to go to bind me to you?

A very sexy XiCheng fic with lots of sexy time. Insatiable Xichen is hot btw. If you want some kinks and smut filled read, well this one is for you!

The Form of Boneless Ice by TheWonderingHeart (XiCheng)

Summary: Mythical beasts have long ago been driven to extinction by the gentry — hunted for sport, but more importantly for their magical cores. Since then, there remains only one creature that has never been caught. The Jiang’s retreated a long time ago. Abandoning land altogether, they sought safety where the humans could not reach. It all comes to a head though, purely by chance. (Or is it by fate that a spontaneous decision allows for them to meet? If fate were a rock!) Jiang Cheng suddenly finds his whole life balanced on the head of a pin — on the flimsy promise of a human boy. In his opinion, things cannot possibly get worse!(But then they do when the Wens decide it’s finally time to search for the elusive merpeople, and suddenly nowhere is safe.)

Oh goodness, I love this one so much with innocent Jiang Cheng with the human world but still has a potty mouth lol. Mermaid AU wherein they met as children and continued their friendship until they turn into lovers. This is so sweet with angst, of course. Strongly-recommended!

My own fics (If you guys want lol shameless promotion)

Jin Ling’s Dating Guides for His Stupid Uncles (XiCheng/WangXian)

A work-in-progress wherein Jin Ling tries to matchmake his uncles to his best friend’s parents - the Lan brothers. However, danger is looming upon their family and they must solve it before it gets out of hand.

a way to his heart is through his stomach (XiCheng side WangXian)

A feisty cook joins the team by request. How far can he go without falling for the charm of the restaurant's assistant manager, Lan Xichen? And what’s this? They’re roommates too? Oh, fun.

Follow the journey of the gang as they go on with their lives as interns in the hospitality world for a year - the chaotic life of living

Another work-in-progress wherein the boys are in the hospitality industry.

I will add more works on this list as I go on reading. I better thank the quarantine that I can binge read yummy XiCheng fics. lol

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nanomooselet · 1 year ago

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Episode Five: Child of Blessing

Roberto telling Meryl a spooky story is the most dad moment he gets, I think. It's both funny and endearing. He sounds so much fonder than he did in the first episode and it echoes Wolfwood trying to make Meryl eat dinner in the previous episode. He obviously finds it amusing to see her irritated, but if she's telling him off she's no longer focused on the heat.

It's good the episode starts with that, because up until [redacted] this is the possibly the roughest watch in the series.

From what I can tell, Stampede is broken roughly into four sections - three episodes for Vash meeting Meryl, four to give us the essence of Wolfwood, two about Knives (though arguably Bright Light counts as his, or maybe you could say he hijacked it) and the finale. But these categories aren't absolute. I believe all four sections reflect the conflict at the show's heart - what I think the producer called "the song of the brothers". This is an episode about the past, and it begins in the past, but it's also about the present, and about Wolfwood, and about Knives.

I love the soft, very faintly sepia-toned filter for the flashbacks. They feel warm and a little faded, like an old blanket that's still comfortable. So of course the story they tell is horrible. Rollo's mother didn't want to sacrifice her son, but in the world as her belief system had conceptualised it, it's his blessing upon the town, a wonderful thing. The other women all went through the same. And all of them have been lied to, manipulated, exploited - they are no more than expendable resources. Their god never appeared to them and gave nothing back to them. Every one of the children before Rollo died in pain, and despite the ostensible "success" Rollo represented, the first thing he does (it's implied) is attack and kill his mother. Twenty years later the town is deserted. And though Roberto's explanation of the sand's colour cannot possibly be true - it was already red when Rollo was still a normal boy - the picture painted with every other detail isn't one I really want think about.

This is a Wolfwood episode - the first time, I think, he has to act of his own volition for the sake of his goal. The first time Vash sees him assume the mantle of the Punisher. And Vash hates it. It hurts to see Rollo dead, to know that he can do nothing to save him now. But even more, it hurts to know that Wolfwood has no faith that Rollo could have returned when Vash is so eager to have that faith in Wolfwood. It's fairly clear that Wolfwood saw himself in Rollo - Wolfwood sees the drugs, we see his vials, they're the same colour and they do the same thing. The shot of Wolfwood coming to the realisation of what's been done to this poor kid is haunting. And the only solution he has is to put him down - the only solution he himself sees to what’s been done to him.

But… I feel like Vash's reaction, along with the tone of how the episode concludes, isn't just about losing Rollo and seeing his ideals torn down. It isn't just about Wolfwood showing Vash what he's had to become. Yes, this is in part an episode revealing the depths of Knives's cruelty, and they sure as hell aren't done yet. But it's not just that.

Rollo took on a different name. Rollo became a living weapon. Rollo was consumed by hate. Rollo murdered his mother, ruined his home. And Vash promises Rollo that he'll stay, that he won't abandon him to be all alone again, only for Wolfwood to dispense his “mercy” and put him beyond helping forever.

I think if there's anything Vash fears more than he fears what Knives will do, it's that his brother is beyond receiving any other mercy.

#tristampparty #trigun stampede #the more i think about this episode the more upsetting it gets #uhh also roberto and meryl get to do some investigation for once #yay #trigun meta #meta: tristampparty episodes

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lisinfleur · 5 years ago

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Rangsælis - Chapter 04: Breaking Point

Author’s Notes | This scene was hard to write. Words | 1720 ⁑ Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, graphic description of child death, child neglect. SEVERELY TRIGGERING! Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering! +18 STRICTLY!

Ubbe's eyes opened suddenly.

His head was still dizzy, numb. And his eyes were facing a dark wall. His senses were still coming back slowly from whatever that happened for him to feel as if a chariot has passed over his whole body.

His memory and thoughts were mixed, messed up. His whole mind was a mess that was slowly organizing itself while he was blinking very slow. A metallic taste in his mouth remembered him from when he was young and used to bite his own lip or tongue while sleeping, being awakened with that terrible taste of iron spreading down his throat.

He moved slowly, feeling something was covering him. Something warm and comfortable. There was also a comfortable surface under his body and he moved slowly, feeling his bones cracking into his flesh as if he was sleeping for a long time.

Slowly, the memories of what happened started to come into his mind and he touched his lip, finding a little bit of blood in it, but strange...

His fingers touched his lip directly.

And he didn't see any wound in his...

Tiny...

Thin...

Unmarked wrists.

Ubbe's eyes blinked some more times, erasing the blur from his vision and so he looked down to his hands, seeing them small, untouched by the callosities of the many training time he remembered doing with or without his brothers by his side.

His hands touched his own face, missing the beard that was supposed to be covering his jaw and his thin fingers felt the small face as well, causing him to sit in bed suddenly, noticing slowly where he was sitting. Where he was, at all.

His eyes ran around seeing the bed, a blanket covering his legs and feet barely reaching the end of the bed of furs. A gasp beside him caught his attention and he looked aside to see Hvitserk's small body spread all over the bed. His fur blanket almost entirely on the ground, covering nothing but one leg, one arm hanging out of the bed, and his open mouth drooling over the fur. His brother was a boy once again... What the fuck was happening?

On the other bed, all shrunk like a small ball covered by a blanket too big for his body, Sigurd was still shaking during his sleep, resembling the fear of the new bed recently earned. Too soon for his little age...

But Ivar needed the crib.

Ubbe's eyes looked around seeing the crib... some small thing moving inside of it. His ears slowly getting used to the noises of that place, stopping the continuous buzz he thought probably came from the moment when his brother smashed his head on the floor, blanking him out. But now, he wasn't that right of this situation.

However, his ears soon were able to hear the whole room and then, that sound started...

That gasping sound that situated Ubbe on time and space... That gasping sound he remembered hearing every time he went back in that loop he was living. The gasping sound of Ivar choking with his blanket, years and years ago, in a time when they could never foresee what was coming to them all.

Hvitserk wasn't even able to properly hold the wooden swords or reflect the berserker he now knew his brother would become.

Sigurd couldn't even imagine what terrible fate was waiting for him in the curse of his eye and the length of his tongue.

And Ivar...

Ubbe's eyes focused on the crib. The sounds were kinda louder now. Attempts of crying, blocked by the heavy blanket his small crippled legs weren't able to kick away from his little face.

Slowly, Ubbe threw his legs out of the bed, intending to help Ivar and then laying with Sigurd to protect him from the open bed as he remembered doing every time in that dream.

As he remembered doing every time in that dream.

Doing every time in that dream.

Doing every time.

Doing.

Ubbe's little body froze and his eyes became wide, shaking and looking fixedly at the ground in front of him. The sounds became louder in his ears, pulsating, making his head pulsate as well as if his desperate heart was beating into his head, right in the middle of his ears.

It wasn't a dream.

It was never a dream!

That damn moment was never a dream and it also repeated itself every single time he went into that awful loop, seeing his precious Y/N dying time by time by time, again and again, throwing him back into that loop, back into that wheel he thought started every day, with her voice saying "Good morning" into his ears.

No.

It was never her voice.

It was never her.

She wasn't the first thing Ubbe could hear every time that loop was restarting.

It was him.

His sounds.

Ivar's choking sounds into that crib while his little hands were desperately trying to get rid of the heavy blanket that was covering his face, preventing him from breathing properly.

Suffocating him slowly into that crib.

He could remember that day. The day he saved his little brother's life.

The day he woke up with Ivar almost motionless at his crib, gasping, choking with the blanket all over his head.

The monster that would suffocate his precious Y/N to death with her embroidered belt...

The demon who would kill his rejected little brother who was shrunk under that blanket in a bed so bigger than his poor little body, waiting for an entire life of rejection and a single strike meaningless death...

The irrational animal that threatened to kill his precious Hvitserk, his hero Björn, his whole family...

The jealous and spoiled brat that wrapped his hands around Ubbe's neck, trying to choke to death the man who saved his life from the same destiny.

The gasps became louder. Ubbe felt his hands clenching on the sheets.

How could he be awake that way and do nothing to prevent what was happening?

How could he save that innocent child, knowing what kind of monster that little baby would become and all the terrible consequences his existence would bring into all his beloved ones' lives?

His mind started to clarify. The more he was thinking, the more things came into his head, causing him to start hyperventilating.

His mother suffered her entire life with that sick relation she developed with Ivar after that night...

It broke her marriage to his dad...

It broke her into alcoholism.

It broke Sigurd's relationship with her beyond repair...

It broke Hvitserk's relationship with her at the point his little brother would follow him anywhere, even into an iced lake.

It broke himself at the point he would go with his little brother to a dangerous situation, risking his own life and his brother's just to call up his mother's attention he lost completely after that night.

It would cost Siggy's life.

It would cost his father's relationship with his uncle Rollo that would end up completely broke since his uncle would blame his mother's neglect for Siggy's death...

Mother would sink deeper...

She would be drunk all the time...

It would cost his little niece's life, neglected by his mother, forgotten by her father...

It would break Sigurd's trust in every single figure of authority in his life, turning his brother into the bitter snake with the sharp tongue that attracted Ivar's rage and, further, his ax towards his chest.

Suddenly, all the pawns of the game were clear into Ubbe's mind and Loki's words make all the sense. But also, it made sense Loki was the one helping him in that horrible task.

It was the truth nobody wanted to say.

It was the act nobody wanted to do.

The crime nobody wanted to commit.

The sacrifice that would mark him forever.

Tears started rolling down Ubbe's shaking face and he felt his whole body tense.

The gasps were becoming shorter.

He was running out of time to make a decision...

Ubbe felt his legs starting to shake and soon his whole body was fighting itself.

His heart, shattered. His soul, fragmented in a million pieces, trying to fight himself to lay back down at the same time his muscles were trying to force him towards the crib.

His eyes became larger.

His forehead was sweaty.

And then, slowly, the gasps became lower.

And lower...

A single drop of sweat rolled down Ubbe's forehead, slowly leaving a wet and cold trail in his face.

At the moment it dropped down from his jaw to the ground, the gasps became silent.

Suddenly, his whole room seemed to be empty. A terrible silence settled down at the whole place remembering him the awful silence of the battlefields after the war was over when the bodies of the dead are there, rotten and exposing the horrific truth about the pleasure of the battles and the war.

The cold mantle of darkness embraced Ubbe's room as if Odin itself had come with his worst aspect to embrace Ubbe's shoulders in his ragged shroud.

It would be a terrible accident.

It would be a horrible fate.

It would be the hands of the gods.

Ubbe knew what they would say through the morning.

But he knew what happened into that room.

He would know forever and ever what he had done.

It was his fault. His neglect.

He would always know he could have saved him. He would always know he could have stopped that terrible thing to happen.

He would always feel he was the one holding that blanket against Ivar's little face despite the fact he never touched that crib.

The tears became thick in Ubbe's face.

His heart sunk in his chest and this time, he bit his lip intentionally so his heavy sobs wouldn't wake his sleeping brothers.

Ubbe's body shrunk in the bed resembling Sigurd's unprotected body in the middle of that big fur bed so unsafe and abandoned.

And alone, desperate, and guilty, Ubbe cried like the child he was at that moment, sobbing and begging the gods for forgiveness.

His hands would be forever stained with the blood of his littlest one.

He could only ask the gods that horrendous act would, at least, worth its terrible price.

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year ago

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Oooooh, I saw the Rollo brother idea of him not only being twisted from Esmerelda , first of all YES HIM BEING THE SAME AGE AS THR FIRST YEARS! Second of all I love to see the two following scenarios for if Rollo’s younger brother lived(I love for you to try and come up a name for him), first one where he attends Noble Bell College aka same school as his older brother, like I can see him having fun with topsy tuvry day(being twisted from Esmeralda, he’s definitely dancing with a a tambourine being a free spirit and all, plus still most likely still gets to see his favorite goat, imagine if the goat’s name “Jolly”), he also most likely learn what Rollo did during the evening before Rollo rang the bell but somehow was unable to stop it as easily(like being a hostage somehow like Esmeralda was in the movie) until the NRC boys stepped in(he’ll probably still love his older brother despite what he did like “Even though what you did was horrible, I still love you big brother”). The second would be the younger brother at NRC and while may not have been invited may have still been randomly selected to go as well, he definitely be way more friendly to Rollo happy to see him again(hugging him too much to Rollo’s dismay and embarrassment and in front of everyone else too) but definitely be destroyed seeing what his older brother did, sure he’ll be rescued but he definitely hold out in the end just to confront his older brother with the others with him(even better if he was a part of one of the three’s dorms despite being known as the more unique “free spirit” compared to the rest of his dorm mates). Also I bet Idia’s “you suck speech” will become a lot worse for he definitely tore into Rollo by bringing the younger brother into this and that would the younger brother even WANT this to ever happen. PS he probably still have his handkerchief but either give his original one and brought a new one himself or got Rollo a matching handkerchief as a gift to match his(it’ll even become as a way for Rollo to remember his younger brother if said brother went to NRC).

Imagine if the goat is dead tho-

Like let's say the goat that was actually named Jolly died as a result of the accident then. So while the lil brother still loved goats, for Rollo it was an irreplaceable pet(hence his love for a methodical order that doesn't change) so he starts to hate the other goats that weren't like the one they used to have and love.

But for the event itself >:3

First: the NRC route

I still do insist on not inviting the little brother since Rollo knew that his brother would oppose all of this and the big sibling instinct is all like 'leave it to me' (it's a parallel to the Shroud bros since Ortho did try to kinda reset the world in book 6 :'3)

But if he did get invited, he would be all over the moon, so excited to see again the familiar sights of his hometown (it would be fun if, let's say, he got homesick easily) and have his usual hype attitude be amplified by 1000%.

Just for all to crumble apart and see the brother he admired so much become a monster set on destroying all magic, magic which the little brother loved to see.

As for the NBC route:

The little brother would be very hyped up about everything, to the point Rollo had to give him the charge on decorating and managing the tour routes. Those were small tasks, but Rollo trusted his brother with showing great hospitality.

This also hits harder when the reveal is made, because these 2 WERE together almost all time. It was, if not, almost impossible to not catch on the real hidden motives, but everyone hot so hyped up by the event that they didn't spare a glance to Rollo's true plan all along.

As for the handkerchief: matching ones, bby! Just to have something to set them apart as bros. :D

Ps: I got another ask that is focused on more in depth about the NRC dorm repartition situation so if you want more on the dorm situation, I'll probably answer it a bit later this day. Hope it's alright with u. :3

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The King and Queen Of Kattegat (Vikings)

Season 2

Chapter 10

A year later...

It is true what Ivar said about no more raiding. Instead, Ivar has taken on a new role as King of Kattegat. He is more interested in creating new settlements across Scandinavia. Many have come far and wide to meet with Ivar and talk about trades and new settlements. The one country that won't dare trade with us is England. Ivar agrees with that statement. They are not to be trusted.

The first country that was willing to trade and create settlements with us is Frankia. Ivar and Hvitserk's Uncle Rollo's country. I was anxious to meet another member of the family and the first closest relative to Ragnar Lothbrok. I sat with Ivar as I braided his hair back, tieing into a ponytail in the back.

"Ow!" He cried while chuckling. I slapped him lightly on the shoulder. A year ago, I could not dare to think of the things I do with my husband now. Now, I'm a comfortable wife.

"Well, sit still and maybe it won't hurt-" I said, grabbing a small pin, "AS much!"

"You evil woman!" He laughed.

"Ivar!" Hvitserk called, coming into the bedroom. Hvitserk has not changed much. He has shaped up a lot and has become Ivar's second hand. He is not married, and deep down I think I know why. Although I've never seen him so happy as he is now.

I, on the other hand, accepted that I'm a Viking and I worship the Gods, but I'm also open to other Gods as well. Ivar is not supportive of it, but because of my openness, I've won a lot of territories. This need to trade with people started after the death of King Harald.

We followed in his footsteps and decided not to be Kings and Queen of all of Norway and conquer all, but make peace and trades. Since then, we've haven't had an attack on Kattegat. Our people are thriving and happy, and all-around people want to live in Kattegat. The Gods were very pleased with our decision when they sent us acres of land for our farmers to use just right outside of Kattegat.

"Ivar!" Hvitserk said, "Uncle Rollo is here!" Ivar smiled and looked at me. I smiled as we walked out to the thrones. Everyone clapped as we sat down. Ivar bestowed upon me equal rights as a ruler. When he is not around I make all the decisions.

"Where is Count Rollo?" I asked.

A man who still looks in pretty good shape stepped forward. He smiled at me and then to Hvitserk and Ivar. It was Rollo.

"My two nephews, how you've grown! You look just like your Father!" Rollo said. He then turned his focus on me.

"Queen Yrsa, I've heard rumors of your beauty-" he said approaching me, "For once-" he took my hand into his, "they were right."

"Uncle Rollo is so good to have you here again in Kattegat!" I said, in Frankia. Everyone gasped in amazement.

"Yrsa, I didn't know you spoke Frank?" Ivar said. Hvitserk smiled, knowing very well how I learned.

"You must teach him sometime!" Rollo said. "It's equist."

"With Rollo Lothbrok here again, we will be the most powerful trading route!" I announced as everyone cheered.

"Please, Uncle Rollo, make yourself at home!" Ivar said. Rollo turned to the people of Kattegat and said,

"I'm home."

"I'm very happy you've settled down and made a good life for yourself," Rollo said to Ivar, as we walked through Kattegat. "No more raiding, no more blood."

Ivar chuckled, "Don't get me wrong, Uncle, I do miss the battles."

"Do you miss Ubbe?" He asked.

"Sometimes," Ivar said. That is all he said.

I walked silently while the two men talked. My mind was wondering. I then saw a group of children playing in the streets. Another group was pulling a little boy in a wagon. I couldn't help but think that is my son in that wagon and he is playing with those children. I held my hand to my stomach and realized I wanted to be a mother. It was time for me to be a mother.

I then looked over at Ivar and thought if it would be possible. The sun suddenly appeared over the clouds and shined brightly over Kattegat. It gave me some sort of hope that my child will be born during this time of day. I then looked back at Ivar, who was in deep conversation with Rollo. Could it be possible?

I grabbed Ivar's face and pulled it over to me. I kissed him passionately, leaving his Uncle in question.

"Do you feel anything?"

"What?"

Do you feel anything?" I asked. "I always feel something when I kiss you!" Ivar said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

I scoffed, walking away. "She's very free-spirited, Ivar, you have your work cut out for you!" Rollo said.

"I loved how the Seer left out she'd be a free spirit," Ivar said.

Rollo laughed, putting his arm over Ivar, "She is good for you!"

That night we had a grand celebration. Uncle Rollo is home, for now, Kattegat has the longest living Lothbrok home.

"Oh, Yrsa!" He said, putting his arm around me, "If only you could meet my wife, Gisa!" "She would love to talk to you about the education of Kattegat!"

I smiled while drinking a little bit of ale. I was not interested in anything tonight. My mind kept wandering to that little boy today. My main and personal focus now is to have a son with Ivar. I know Ivar will reject the idea. He'll say it's impossible, but only those who have told him it's impossible, never wanted him to succeed.

Hvitserk sat next to me and gave me a warm hug. "My dear sister, what is on your mind?" He asked.

"Nothing, nothing!" I said.

"Ah, don't lie to me," He said softly. "What is troubling your heart?"

I smiled, looking down, then back to Hvitserk, I know if I would tell him it might hurt him.

"I'm dreaming of what every woman dreams about during her life, I'm thinking about my one purpose in life that I was meant for." I smiled, seeing Hvitserk's eyes widen with curiosity.

"You want to be with child?" He asked, with slight disappointment as he looked down.

"Yes."

"Ivar's child?" He asked, looking over to me, his eyes watery.

"Who else?"

Hvitserk rolled his lips into his teeth as he sucked on them. I could tell he wanted to say something has his mouth tried to form the word, 'me' silently.

He pushed aside whatever he was feeling and looked at me with a smile. "I will be an uncle," He sniffled.

I smiled, as I can see Hvitserk is looking at the positive in this. "Yes," I said breathlessly.

"There is a downside to it though," I said.

"Hm?"

I looked over at Ivar sitting in his throne, "Ivar believes he is incapable of having a child with me."

"How does he know that?"

I turned to Hvitserk, "You can thank Ubbe and Sigurd for that!" I sneered. "That bitch Margrete." I know that was a low-blow to Hvitserk, but she did not make this better. I feel like I take the back end of all of Ivar's enemies sometimes.

"I loved her," Hvitserk said. It pained me slightly to hear Hvitserk confess his love for another. I supposed I deserved that.

"I know Hvitserk and I do sympathize for you, you know Ivar killed Frode and I forgave him for that."

"You should like a Christian!" He said, as I turned to him, a devious smile appeared across his face. I put my hand to his face and pushed him away, kiddingly. He giggled coming back forward.

"Talk to him about it, Ivar is much more approachable, he'll listen," Hvitserk said. I leaned over and kissed my brother's cheek, and got up and went over to Ivar. I bowed my head to him.

"WHat do you think you are doing?" Ivar asked, leaning forward.

"I cannot show respect to my husband?" I glared up at him.

He leaned back and chuckled, he then gestured for me to come over to him as I sat on his lap. It only pains him slightly. Another gift from the Gods.

Ivar gazed at me, his eyes are soft and warm, the warmest I've ever seen. "How blue are my eyes today?" He asked.

I giggled, "Blue like a newborn baby's eyes..." I bit my tongue once I knew what I said. Ivar chuckled, sipping his ale.

"May I speak to you, Ivar?" I asked.

"MM, of course, my love..." Ivar said, looking up at me. I knew I just couldn't blurt it out, I had to ease Ivar into the idea. I looked over to the children playing by the fire. They are roasting chestnuts brought by Rollo from Frankia. They are giggling and laughing with each other.

Ivar noticed who I was looking at and stared at amazement himself. "I remember being that age," he said.

"Me too!"

"Feels long ago..." he commented.

"I...can't help-" I licked my lips hoping he would agree with me.

"I can't help but to think maybe that can be our child..."

Ivar looked over at me with curiosity, "My love..." he questioned. I wasn't afraid to mention.

"Ivar, I wanna have a child with you..." I said, simpily. I could tell Ivar looked upset, he also seemed angry. I'm asking a lot from him, but I will never know if I'm destined to be a mother unless I try.

Ivar scouted me off his lap and retired in our chamber. He left me without an answer in front of everyone. He humiliated me. I groaned following him into our chamber.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" He asked, laying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"You humiliated me in front of the entire town? How dare you?"

"Oh, now the shoe is on the other foot!" He said, sarcastically.

He got up and sat at the edge of the bed, I walked over to him, "I never humiliated you, not since before our marriage!" I said, kneeling down.

"You just did now! You mocked me in front of my family and our people!" He said, pointing out the curtain.

"All I asked you is if we could have a child!"

"You are asking for the impossible from me!" He shouted, getting up. He unzip his pants and dropped them down exposing himself to me.

"Look, Yrsa-" he hissed, "It is dead down there, I can't do nothing with it except piss!" I turned the other way, feeling ready to cry.

He sat back down and pulled his pants up. "I want our son to have blue eyes just like yours, your smile, I want all the girls chasing after him!" I cried, softly.

"I want him to carry on the family name!" "I want him to grow with Hvitserk!"

Ivar did not dare to look at me as I cried, he is stubborn when he wants to be, but he knows my pain.

"You know this is impossible," He said, softly, almost teary-eyed himself.

"Nothing is impossible, Ivar! You should know that by now!" I hissed. "You set out with your Father to Wessex when you were only seventeen and lived to tell the tale!" I said.

"You managed to take Kattegat from me, you destroyed Bjorn and his army, and you lived in a camp for a month!" I continued.

"Ivar The Boneless..." I said, as he looked up at me, "When are you going to realize that we are unstoppable?" @youbloodymadgenius

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