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[grandschemed]

@lancevalor / ingrid.

“as i’ve mentioned earlier, i’m willing to set aside my own numerous problems to assist you in your fight for triple my rate.  i know, i know, you’re endlessly grateful for my support, but i want half of that upfront.  do we have a deal?” 

[virxfortiis]

The red-haired male allowed his eyes too look upon the other, still not sure about this strange world that he had appeared in. His curiosity was not certainly going to be something that would end with a mistake, because he was equally wary of this situation until proven otherwise.

❝I am correct to assume that it was you who brought me here?❞

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@lancevalor | continued

she’s...very confused.

just one minute, she’s meandering through her small system of tunnels she’d created so long ago - and the next, she’s here.

clawlike nails tap against her mouth as she watches this tiny girl, and listens. she listens to the woes af this small, disheveled, sleepless girl, and nods slowly. she knows now, to no longer ignore the requests people make of her, especially when so much effort is put in.

“i...am unsure of what i will be able to do, but i will try,” she says softly, dusting herself off, finally. “we will never know anything unless we try new things, after all.”

[illusorydungeons-a]

she sits down next to the prince, bumping her elbow against his to get his attention. "are you doing alright?" ingrid asks, concerned look on her face. "you seem like you're taking it well, but...i just wanted to make sure you're okay with him being here." god of strength duma may be, but no amount of strength was worth making her best friend relive some of the worst moments of his life.

     he must look out of sorts, picking at his food at the table. the dining hall is empty besides them -- it’s far past dinner time. berkut had been out on patrol for the better part of the evening, leading his horse in circles around the perimeter and considering. . .everything.

     he was here. he, duma, the god of strength -- the great lord of rigel, the dragon-god that had twisted his strings of fate together with alm and celica and --

     a deep sigh heaves itself out of him as he sets his fork down, turning his eyes to ingrid. there was a lot that had changed in him since he met her.

     his pride is less an open wound. his past lingers, as it will always, but it doesn’t burn as deep or as hot. he does not stand precariously in the middle, seeking the approval of those higher and ignoring those lower. he does not seek the approval of a god who does not love him.

      he is not prince berkut of rigel. he is berkut, hero of askr -- and ingrid’s best friend.

      and she loves him.

           “ i’m. . .alright, truly. or i think i will be. he doesn’t. . .hold sway here. there is no reason to be afraid of him anymore.

           i don’t need his help. i’ll be alright. ”

[caraidean]

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“Do you not realize what you can do!?”

Nanna had been planning to speak to the summoner - someone who was almost a stranger to her, despite being her commander - in a polite, restrained fashion. But she couldn’t bring herself to do that, not when she’d overheard a discussion about what kind of soldiers they were hoping to summon next. As if the others here were just resources, tools - and despite her logic screaming that no, they weren’t thinking of them like that, her emotions took over and the fire she’d inherited from her mother flared to life.

“There are dozens of us here alone that you could help! You can reunite people with their fallen loved ones, with ancestors they never met, with those who they became estranged from - why this focus on trying to get stronger heroes? You could help everyone you have brought forth so much more than you currently are!”

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“Did I say that right?”

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ingrid vc oh mood

“It’s the literal worst.”

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what abt friends who can transform into dragons & other animals

hector is gonna have a fucking heart attack the first time he sees a manakete

[iotesshielded]

runs her fingers through his hair. "yeah, it's soft."

“ah-”

he can’t help but lean back against her, sighing as his muscles relax.

“hello, ingrid...”

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ive got some good builds! give me a sec to get screencaps

Not all heroes wear capes,

[snowsummon]

❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜

time in helheim is odd.

he isn’t sure how long they’ve been here , wandering the fields together. hours , days , weeks , it isn’t clear. wind whips through the tall grass , and there’s the quiet swish to keep them company as they trudge on , but it all feels so empty. he can’t even gauge how long it’s been with exhaustion or hunger ; he feels numb , devoid of any trace he was once alive , and that freaks him out even more.

he tries to joke , to keep up the carefree and lax persona he’s known for , nudging the other summoner’s shoulder every now and then with a bad pun or to point out the irony of the whole situation , but ingrid’s lack of reaction has pushed him into scared silence. his hands are cold and they shake ; he wants to go home.

he doesn’t want to die. oh gods , he doesn’t want to die.

“ the poem isn’t ending. i refuse to let it end. “

it’s the first thing she’s spoken in a while. she doesn’t exactly sound scared , almost morbidly curious instead , and he can’t say he’s surprised. ingrid’s always been stronger-willed than him , not outwardly , at least , wallowing in fear or despair , and it had shown through when they woke up here. he’d barely gotten to his feet when he realized she was already yards ahead of him , walking away into the plains.

“ do i know where we are? no. do i know how to get out of here? also no. am i absolutely terrified? hell yes. what i do know , however , is that that bitch isn’t getting the better of us , not after everything we’ve done. we’ve been through so much bullshit at this point between surtr and veronica that this should be a— a walk in the park! i know we’re going to get out of here! “

and he laughs at that , but it’s a nervous laugh , one that has him running a hand through his hair in somewhat of a panic.

“ if she wants to snuff me out permanently , she’ll have to come do it herself. her little collection of murderers isn’t going to do it for her , so until she wants to get off her throne and come get me , i won’t let this poem end— if nothing else , i’ll refuse to die for good out of sheer willpower. “

[grandschemed]

@lancevalor

spotting ingrid sitting by the fire, lyn slips in beside her, warming her hands by the fire like many nights before ... quiet.

feeding the fire, she sighs, glancing up at the night sky with a soft sigh.  “it’s pretty nice out for winter, isn’t it?”

[virxfortiis]

♥!

I’m hyped about our thread that I wrote this morning, and I am looking forward to getting to know you more too! I’ve seen you on my dash and you seem like a really nice person and fun to talk to! I hope one day we could become friends, because I would have so much fun speaking with you!

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[ratdad-ninjutsumaster-archive]

“It’s snowing! That’s so perfect!”

“Yes. It helps make the world a little quieter.”          He buried his hands in the pockets of his coat, looking up into the sky for a moment before he turned to Ingrid, noting the little flakes that were catching her her hair.

         “You are warm enough, right? I have an extra coat in the back of my car if you need it”

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[illusorydungeons-a]

ooo and tatiana for zeke

HEART OF HEARTS.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 FRIENDSHIP LEVEL:  💗💗💗💗 SEXUAL DESIRE:  💗💗💗💗ROMANTIC INTENT:  💗💗💗💗💗

      he’s a little embarrassed, but really, that’s his wife. he adores her.

[bladerevered]

“I don’t remember why I put that picture of a water slide there.”

random things my professors have said — Selectively Accepting !!

      “ That’s what you call that weird tube thing, Ingrid? ” Ying’zi stares at the picture rather contemplatively. “ Is it uh... maybe from your world? I mean, in Chon’sin, we do have this bamboo water fountain which looks a bit similar, but this er... slide seems a lot longer, and I guess judging from the  SIZE,  a person could fit inside? ”