#per ragnar

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[tparadox]

Yesterday's Movies might Let the Right One In

Let the Right One In. EFTI 2008.

[sesiondemadrugada]

June Night (Per Lindberg, 1940).

[yardikins]

Tagged by @ninadove!

This is gonna be an absolute mess of characters but here we go

(No i dont have an obvious type/types shut up)

I dunno who to tag who hasn’t been tagged already, so anyone who sees this can jump onto it if they want!

been seeing this go around so i thought i'd start a tag chain w it. anyway make a poll w ur all time 5 8 favorite characters and see which ones are everyones faves

tagging uh the family @dawning-day @soleadita @xandromedan @moonlightperseus @frigidboy @numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit and anyone else who i missed/wants to do it idc go wild go nuts

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Facts About Joan

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

All Children Minerva Ragnar

A/N: Just thought it would be fun to give you a small list of things about each kid, and I hope you guys will find it just as fun❤️

Warnings: None❤️

The name Joan was sort of Raphael’s idea, with a good input from you. Raph would really like to name his children after strong warrior’s but came up short on names. That led you to the name Joan, after Joan of Arc. The patron saint that defended the French nation, who became a military leader. Raph found it fitting, citing that he and his brothers were named after renaissance painters, it made sense to name his first daughter after a martyr from the 1400’s.

Resting bitch face? That is Joan’s standard mode. She’s really inherited her father’s default scowling expression, narrowed eyes and downturned mouth. Paired with the crossing of her arms, she really looked like a small twin to her father.

As per tradition, when Joan turned 15, Splinter granted her a weapon that would serve her the best throughout her life, based on her preferences, her skills and her personality. Her chosen weapon was a pair of kusari-fundo. Chains with weights at the ends. And boy is she good at using them. Romeo was shocked when she almost pulled his odachi out of his hands, just by wrapping one of her chains around the blade.

Joan HATES messes. Especially in her room. She can’t take it. Her room is always clean, and she rarely lets people in there (all though it has happened that people snuck their way in. Looking at Dorothy here…), because she can’t take the thought of people messing up her things. Just don’t touch her things, unless you wish to lose a finger.

When Joan turned 13, your husband decided it was a good idea to get your first born a punching bag, especially after seeing how much she liked to use his. And that turned out to be an amazing idea, with Joan wanting it set up in her room the moment she got it.

Raph’s old boxing gloves? They’re Joan’s now. She got them/stole them, so that she could practice on her own punching bag.

It is no secret that Joan is a tough one. Actually, she might even be tougher than her own father, with an absolute iron will. Back when Joan was a young, half human half mutant turtle toddler, there was no such thing as Joan moving in order to get to Raph. No, Raph would have to move in order to get to her. She could be standing on the other side of the room, locking eyes with your husband when he was sitting on the couch, and then raise her arms, letting him know that she wanted him to carry her to the couch. And guess what, Raph would do it. Which later on would cause a lot of troubles with your second born, but that is not what we’re talking about today.

Okay, maybe Joan isn’t the toughest cookie in the world, but she is damn tough. But, she does have guilty pleasures that could be classified as more “soft”. Joan is secretly a big fan of Twilight. She has all the books and all the movies, and will watch them in her room in secret. But how did she get those books and movies without anybody knowing? Well, you’ll have to ask Joan about that.

But Joan’s absolute devastation, there was a time where Dorothy came bursting into her room, looking for a hiding spot, right in the middle of Breaking Dawn part 1. And that was how Dorothy came to know of her cousin's secret, promising not to tell anyone… if she could borrow the movies whenever she wanted to.

Ooooooooh! Who often sneaks out to the city at night? Joan does that! Who does it even if her father says it’s bad? Joan does that! But doesn’t care because humans are fun. Joan does that! And at 20 has a boyfriend from above? Joan does that!

Now back to some more family oriented. Joan LOVES spending time with her grandparents. She could be drinking tea with Master Splinter before one on one training, or spend the weekend with your parents, and she would be having the time of her life.

To most people, tough cookie Joan might seem unapproachable, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Well, that was if you knew her. As the oldest of three, she tended to be protective of her younger siblings. With a four year difference between her and Minerva, and a seven year difference between Joan and Ragnar, it was natural for her to take on a parental role at times. Even if it wasn’t needed with you and Raph around. It did happen from time to time, each time because Joan wanted what was best for her younger siblings.

[monster-match-if]

Is the mc human? What will we be able to customize?

MC is human, but I'm thinking of maybe letting you choose if your MC wants to transform into a vampire or werewolf towards the end. And maybe the option to discover they can do magic (witch/warlock/mage type). This will happen maybe in the last week of the show. You'll be able to customize MC's appearance (skin, hair and eye color as well as height and body type... tattoos, piercings, freckles, glasses/ contact lenses.) I'm not entirely sure if I want to add a beauty option (like if MC sees themselves more/less attractive than the other contestants), but they will always be alluring to the ROs, obviously, lol. I'll get back to this in Chapter/Day 2.

You will have to choose between male and female MC. The game won't specify if MC transitioned or not, but the respective body parts will be used in the spicy scenes and will probably be reflected in the clothing options as well, though there will always be at lest 3 options varying from prude to skimpy - and I'm always open to suggestions for these. I suppose I could always add at least one more gender non confirmative option🤔 Neither MC nor the others will be grouped into Women vs Men activities/challenges, it will always be by couples or decided by the public (aka me😂). I think the only route where this will be slightly relevant is Ragnar's (werewolf) since there will be talk about eventually staring a family, so all F MCs that can't or don't want kids (biological, surrogate or adopted) will be locked out of the romance from this one route only.

I also kinda wanna add that I will not be changing this (MC binary sex or Ragnar's sexuality). This is a side-side-side project of mine and I'm already codding a bunch of stuff that were not in the original plan I had for this story. If I had more time, I would. I'm also thinking of making the game downloadable once finished and let anyone add/change upon it whatever options they want. If anyone will want to code/write different customizations or routes or just check the code or have it as a template for their own stories, I'm fine with it.

I haven't gotten to the coding yet, but I'm thinking of adding pronouns as well. The only issue is I HATE 'they' from a purely codding standpoint cause then I have to code all the freaking verbs I use to plural for this one set of pronouns that I'm not even sure if anyone uses in game... I'm thinking of letting everyone customize their pronouns, as well as change them whenever from the Profile tab, with the added note that all verbs will just be in singular form when referring to MC. Again, I'm sorry, it just takes time and patience, things I'm lacking more and more.

Personality wise, there will be 3 options: The Sweetheart - timid and, well, sweet The Charmer - friendly, average flirt, cracking jokes here and there The Flirt - very bold, very flirty

These will never lock per se, but the highest stat will always trigger some flavor text. But they are a bit separate from the actual romance choices (MC can be a sweetheart and still initiate things, but it will probably be mentioned they are not so bold otherwise, or a complete flirt and still get shy in some instances). There will also be a few choices where MC can follow their emotions/ heart, or logic/ brain.

I think I got everything and then some 😂

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

vikings modern!au except its the lothbrok divorce drama in the second round. this time everything is highly televised and constantly failing politican and business owner ragnar lothbrok gets a sextape leaked (its him and his rival ecbert) (both of them are running for the same post)

this causes his children to spiral, which means athelstan is taking care of them, but its kind of a stressful job bc hes also so preoccupied vacuuming up ragnars cocaine before hvitserk can accidentally eat it (this has hapepned before). aslaug is on a lesbian vampire retreat somewhere in the scottish highlands btw with her three new gfs because she naturally returned to the polycule lifestyle immediately post divorce.

lagertha is currently busy getting bjorn into a uni he doesnt have the grades for by wiring herself hte money for a library building from ragnar's account (she naturally still has all his passwords and theyre all gydas birthday) (gydas still dead btw she had cancer with was super tragic but also ragnar definitely brings it up in all of his campaigns) (rip)

athelstan's also sweating balls taking care of ivar bc ivar is literally runnign a mlm in his school and also selling webinars on telegram or somtehing. ubbe has three breakdowns per hour over masculinity and his trauma but also hes bringing home margrethe, which means that athelstan constatnly just rhows protection his way (hes not gay freidns with ragnar for nothing)

the only person enjoying this is sigurd, who is SO sick of being called a nepo baby and conveniently forgets that his mother is a retired super model and rockstar.

@levithestripper this is what my blog is going to become now

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Wait there are space wolf books other than the Ragnar ones?

Yeah! And they're rather good. Chris Wraight MVP as per usual

[justaghostingon]

With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends?

A space opera high school au

Canute, second born prince of the Glorious Galatic Empire of Dane, prided himself on his ability to blend in. He had spent the past four years trying not to draw attention to himself at Gorm High, ever since his father decided to “give him the opportunity to better understand his subjects.” Ragnar tried to frame it as a good thing, a unique opportunity he was being presented with, but by that time Canute was well aware it was his own ill health (and subsequent poor grades) that were the reason his father wasn’t bothering with his education. Both his brother and sister had gone to elite private schools to rub shoulders and make connections with nobles of their status. Canute meanwhile, shared classes with aspiring pirates.

It’s not that Gorm High was bad per se, it was quite generously funded by the local Space Wolves who called the planet home when the solar storms drove them to make port in the winter months. But it was hardly the type of place fitting of a prince. His classmates might just as likely try to ransom him if he was found out, so Canute had decided to devote all his efforts into ensuring they never found out.

It had been easier than expected, all things considered. He was registered as Ragnarson - a code name he he longed to be real in the dead of night when the pressures of princedom were to much - and not by his proper title of Sweynson. Ragnar certainly acted the part of the doting parent - a fact true in all but blood- so well that not even the grumpiest teacher suspected a thing. As for his noble upbringing, his soft hands, his slight accent, his manner of behavior, well. No one was looking at a sickly shrinking violet who never spoke and expecting a prince. It just didn’t click in their minds.

Even when the media leaked his humiliating fate as an “ordinary high school student” and the whole school was abuzz about wondering which school, and could it be there's? He was never a suspect. That suspicion fell on a wealthy merchant’s son, who milked it for all it was worth until a jilted girl got fed up and created a social media firestorm to expose him. The fallout was visceral, and the merchant's son had eventually been pulled out of school to avoid more scandal.

Canute had spent those weeks scared out of his mind, jumping at the smallest sounds and hiding in the one place he knew no one would look twice: Thorfinn’s shadow.

Thorfinn was the school’s legend. A bonefied Space Wolf on Askeladd’s Crew, the biggest and richest Space Wolf band in the area. It was rumored he’d been on that ship since he was six, such a protege that even Askeladd wouldn’t turn him away. He’d rolled up to Grom High fresh off of raiding season, and proceeded to put 20 seniors in the dirt for daring to try and test his strength. He’d gotten away with it too, only a week of suspension and a slap on the wrist. The school either too charmed by Askeladd's silver tongue or too scared to try and cross the nephew of the very man their school, and planet, were named after.

This feat had of course gained Thorfinn a good deal of notoriety, attracting all kinds of hangers on and suck-ups to try and get in his good graces, but Thorfinn's biting tongue and fierce expressions had quickly driven them off. By the time Canute had - exhausted from his latest stay in the hospital and not paying attention - plopped his textbooks next to Thorfinn's on the two person lab tables, there was already a wide circle of empty space around thorfinn created by the desks and chairs pulled far away.

Canute had panicked at first, when he realized who exactly he'd unwittingly made his partner in lab, but as the semester went on and Thorfinn made no move to attack him, talking only when he had to for the projects and otherwise working in silence beside him, Canute realized he'd struck gold.

If Thorfinn sat in a classroom, people did not sit next close to him. If Thorfinn walked in a hallway, the crowd parted for him. If Thorfinn ate his lunch in the branches of the old oak tree (a genuine earth species, and quite the flex of wealth from a school donor) then that was Thorfinn's tree, and no one would even walk under it during their lunch period.

So if Canute slipped on the edge of that circle around Thorfinn, not close enough to bother but close enough to avoid others, no one would try to talk to him either. If he walked just a pace or two behind Thorfinn, he could easily get through crowds. And if he sat under the branches of the Cedar tree in his own private picnic, no one would get close enough to see the food that was just a hair to fine to be the standard synthetically created junk most people ate.

He wasn't a complete leech of course. He'd pay Thorfinn back by partnering with him in science and other classes with mandatory group work. If Thorfinn missed any work thanks to raiding season, Canute would be the one to deliver it to the grumpy teen after he returned. A kindness for a kindness. It had worked very well for four years, and in all honesty, Canute had grown quite fond of Thorfinn, he'd even consider him a friend.

He was under no illusions this friendship was anything but one sided though. Thorfinn didn't lash out at him, but that was about where his tolerance ended. To him, Canute was nothing more than another piece of scenery, like a chair or a desk. The slight confusion in his eyes every time Canute took his place as his lab partner, despite them having been partners for years, never left. Canute wasn't even certain if he realized all his partners were Canute, or if he just thought that long haired blonds were just really common in Gorm High.

But that didn't matter to Canute. Thorfinn was like the Great Gand Serpents at the edge of the galaxy, forever swimming in circles around them, bodies so vast that stars barely mattered to them, much less the humans who lived on the planets around them. They kept the galaxy safe from all beyond, and the same was true of Thorfinn. Canute had nothing to fear in his shadow.

As long as Thorfinn was in Gorm High, Canute's secret was safe.

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Canute might have spoken to soon. In his defense, how was he supposed to predict this? Thorkell the Tall, here, in Gorm High, hanging from a grappling hook after having ripped the Carbon plated roof off of the classroom barehanded. His infamous ship hovered above them all, pointing laser cannons down on Canute.

His classmates, understandably, panicked. Kids ran screaming in every direction, even some directly into walls. Boys who once boasted they'd take on any threat with ease now wet themselves with fear. Canute himself, sat frozen in his seat, to terrified to move, reciting the shepherd's prayer in his mind. Only Thorfinn seemed calm, laser daggers out and body dropped into a combat stance.

"Great Nephew!" Thorkell cried, dropping from his rope to the ground with a heavy thud that shook the very walls of the now roofless classroom. Several students fainted, but Thorkell ignored them, eyes focused on Thorfinn. "I knew you went to this school, but to find you in this class? What a coincidence!" He laughed, loud and boisterous and tried to pat Thorfinn on the back.

"I don't know you old man." Thorfinn dodged out of the way, laser daggers swinging at Thorkell. "Leave."

"Now, now!" Thorkell leapt out of the way with a grace a man of his size should not possess. "I can't just leave little nephew. I'm here on business!" His eyes turned to Canute, cold as the emptiness of space. "Prince Canute. You're coming with me."

At the sound of his title, Canute flinched. All around him he could see the trembling students still in the room watching the interaction. He could see clearly from where he sat the confusion briefly overwriting their fear. Their thoughts clear on their faces. This guy? This wall-flower is a prince? He's got to have the wrong guy.

Canute tried to swallow, but found he couldn't. The fear, the humiliation choked him silent. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to cuss Thorkell out for his careless words that broke years of hard one anonymity. But all he could do was stay silent, frozen in Thorkell's gaze like a moon rabbit before a skywolf.

Blond obscured his vision, breaking Thorkell's spell. Canute blinked, only to find Thorfinn had planted himself between him and Thorkell, daggers raised. Was he protecting him?

A rush of warmth filled his chest, melting the lump in his throat and spilling out onto his cheeks. "Thorfinn," he whispered in awe. Perhaps his friendship with Thorfinn wasn't as one-sided as he'd believed.

"What's this?" Thorkell boomed. "Young love? Thorfinn have you got yourself a boyfriend? And a prince to boot! You've got some fine taste!"

The warmth that had overcome Canute disappeared like he'd been doused in ice. He wanted to protest, it seemed wrong to misattribute Thorfinn's heroic defense of a classmate he barely knew to something as weak as a crush. He wanted to argue in Thorfinn's defense, but found without the warmth the lump had returned. He was stuck silent.

Thorfinn at least, seemed unmoved, only shifting to a better stance to begin the battle.

Thorkell kept talking, as if unaware of the mortification he was creating. He put his hand on his chin, studying the two of them."Now that I think about it, he does look a bit like Helga. I guess you inherited your taste from your father."

At the name Helga, Thorfinn finally reacted, body loosening as he lowered his daggers an inch. "How do you know that name?"

"She's my niece, how do you think we're related?" Thorkell laughed. "Why your father and I..."

Thorkell's eyes had a nostalgic glimmer in them, that meant he might have kept talking for quite a while, if not for the flaming pillar that fell into the classroom, cutting the wall apart like butter and blocking Thorfinn and Canute off from Thorkell.

"What the...?" A classmate who was somehow still crouching in the room under the desk said, just as a whole fleet of dragon class ships flew overhead, laser cannons blasting.

"Spoil sports," Thorkell sighed, watching his ship be pushed back further and further out of sight. "Well I guess that's it for now. See you soon Thorfinn! And your boyfriend too!"

So saying he began to run full charge up the undamaged wall. Throwing himself forward into the air, he whipped out a grappling hook and hooked his own ship, letting the momentum carry him out of the classroom and into the laser canon fight above.

Canute watched him go, like an ancient warrior of the first Space Age, a legend in the flesh. Then he turned his attention to the rest of the classroom, from the trembling bodies of his classmates, the bits of carbon plating littered across the room, to the desks slowly catching a light from the still burning pillar.

His eyes met Thorfinn's sharp and brown, and glaring like this was all Canute's fault.

Well Fuck. Canute's internal voice sighed. There goes my quiet school days.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur. Teachers ushering him and the other students out of the flaming classroom. The capital guard and Space Wolves swarming the area. A medic placing a shock blanket over his shoulders. The same medic trying to give one to Thorfinn and failing. The tears in Ragnar's eyes when he saw Canute unharmed. The warmth of his hug. And through it all, the ever present whispers. That's a prince?

He followed Ragnar as he led him to the principal's office, feeling like a ship who hadn't been properly anchored to the space port and was floating away. He barely even noticed the room was already crowded with Thorfinn, his guardian Askeladd, and even Gorm himself.

Ragnar was yelling at the principal for his negligence. Canute absently watched as his face got redder and redder as Ragnar kept going. He wanted to tell Ragnar to stop. If the Principal got any redder he might just explode. At some point Gorm interrupted, something about money, and Ragnar rounded on him too, calling out his penny pinching ways for scrimping on proper protection. Askeladd spoke up too, trying to smooth everything over.

Only thorfinn stayed silent, honey brown eyes watching Canute's every shallow breath.

"You are all missing the obvious solution." Askeladd's voice broke through Canute's trance. "Thorfinn is one of my best men. If he becomes the prince's bodyguard, he'll both provide protection and minimize the disruption to the prince's classes."

Canute took in a sharp breath. Surely they weren't ...

"I saw him defend the prince against Thorkell in the camera footage" Ragnar was nodding. "He's a good choice."

"He is an excellent student," The principal admitted. "Even with the raiding."

"Then it's decided!" Askeladd clapped his hands. "Thorfinn you're on guard duty! Say hello to your new prince!" He pushed Thorfinn towards Canute, as if they were just meeting, as if they hadn't known each other for four years.

"Hey I didn't agree!" Thorfinn snapped, fighting Askeladd's hand.

Askeladd bent his head, and whispered something Canute could barely make out in Thorfinn's ear. "If you do, you'll get a duel every month." He wasn't certain what it meant, but Thorfinn stopped fighting Askeladd's hands at that moment, allowed him to push him the last few steps to Canute.

Canute's eyes met Thorfinn's, icy blue on honey brown, and wondered what he was supposed to say. What do you say to someone you've known so well for so long, yet never spoke to? Who's shadow had unknowingly hidden you for years? Someone who had tried to protect you when you could have sworn he didn't even know your name.

He smiled, genuine and warm, watching as Thorfinn's eyes widened. It felt like the first step.

[spaceasianmillennial]

The Heartbreaking Aftermath in THE MANDALORIAN

Axe Woves: I can’t stand this guy, Paz Vizsla!

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Axe Woves: That primitive Paz Vizsla! Making up the rules of Mandalorian chess! I’m so gonna beat him at a duel.

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Axe Woves: Wow, Paz Vizsla never really experience our homeworld. That’s so sad. Maybe someday, I can give him a tour of my childhood haunts. Maybe instead of fighting, I can help him explore the homeland he never got to experience.

*Paz Vizsla dies.*

Axe Woves: No, no, NOOOOOOOOOO! WE COULD HAVE BEEN SO CLOSE! WE NEVER FINISHED OUR FIGHT! HE WAS MY EQUAL IN EVERY WAY! IF ONLY I COULD HAVE TOLD HIM! 

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Axe Woves: (Sniff) His beskar. PAZ VIZSLA WAS THE ONE! I ONLY KNEW HIM FOR A FEW DAYS, FOUGHT WITH HIM ONCE, BUT I KNEW HE WAS MY TRUE LOVE! 

Din Djarin: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

Axe Woves: (Sniff) We could have fought more! Paz, we could have fought more! Paz, we could have been the most powerful Mandalorian couple!

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Din Djarin: There’s only one Mandalorian who can declare their love for Paz Vizsla! There’s only one Mandalorian who can weep for Paz Vizsla! There’s only one Mandalorian who can tenderly cherish Paz’s memory. Axe Woves, I challenge you to a DUEL!

Axe Woves: I will prove my love for fallen Paz Vizsla, to honor him. To defeat you, means I will win his heart. 

Ragnar Vizsla: Whoever wins, shall be my new Dad, per his will. Only the Man who loves him most shall ascend to become Guardian of his Legacy.

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3 hours later and the duel has not ended.

Axe Woves: He was my SOULMATE! If he survived, I would have taken him to see my home!

Din Djarin: I grew up with him! I bumped helmets with him! We were EX-BOYFRIENDS. Even after we broke up, we saved each other’s foundlings.  Dreaming of him is not enough for love. WE HAD AN ACTUAL FOUNDATION BEFORE YOU DID. Oh, did I mention that I bumped helmets with him? It’s basically making-out in our culture!

In the Cosmic Force...

Tarre Vizsla: I’ll be honest. I can’t predict which of the two will win. The suspense is killing me! Which one will win your heart?

Paz Vizsla: They’re gonna fight forever for me.

[sesiondemadrugada]

June Night (Per Lindberg, 1940).

[men-iss-vess-ull]

me, some lowborn nobody who has killed 50,000 men with my own sword and taken 3/4 of the known world for my liege lord: "perhaps we should finish off the last tiny holdout where all our enemies are hiding"

Konungr Ragnar, during the one brief moment per day where he can squeeze a coherent thought out of his drooling retard brain: "let's withdraw all of our forces from the field to play games at my house :)"

[the-awakened-insomnis]

I loved Age of Calamity, and with Tears of The Kingdom having been out for a year now, I feel like I have more to work with. I’ve got a big roster to fill, but so far im proud of what i got right now, of course I gotta polish some things but fuck it we ball. Lore below!!!

[-.-.-] Profile 

Layria Validus Ragnar De Bon is the daughter and only child of Link and Mipha. An excellent cook and promising adventurer, Layria made her debut across Hyrule as a reckless, silent and somewhat wild princess, always seems to be doing something, whether it be in the depths, the sky islands or the surface. She’s rarely in one place long, she’s had plenty of scars to show for her adventures, but with a mother like Mipha, the scars never last. 

On the surface, she presents a quiet demeanor but there is something off with her. She hasn’t spoken a word since the Upheaval, and the pressure she is under has rendered her unapproachable and rigid. The eyes upon her are ever-present, she’s not even sure she wants to be Queen, despite this she is determined to do right by her people. The only person who holds a real threat to everything she’s worked for is her own uncle Sidon, someone who is beloved for his charisma and is a true blooded proper zora and what a royal should be. She’s not even certain she’ll even live to be 100.

She is constantly traveling, often feeling trapped in the Domain. Determined to prove her worth, to be what is expected from someone who is the child of Hylias Hero and the Zoras’ Queen. Her very existence was thought impossible, now she must, in her own opinion, prove that she deserves to be here. She rarely gives herself a break, only truly relaxing in the wilds. 

[-.-.-] ABILITIES 

. [Water Manipulation] - Like her mother and uncle, Layria can control water, create fountains, and create weapons and objects out of water. She mainly creates arrows for her bow or duplicates of her spear. 

. [Blood Manipulation] - The Zora control water, they can push and pull the flow of it. This includes the water inside living creatures, and their blood. However, it is seen as incredibly taboo to use this outside of a medical field. It can used to puppet bodies, alive or dead. Monster or regular people. Layria has little to no issue using this in combat, even going far as to weaponize her own blood if necessary. 

. [Flurry Rush] - This ability has either saved her ass or made things worse. She still learning to properly utilize it. 

. [Healing] - Her healing power isn’t as ‘pretty’ as Miphas’ per say, Layria will literally ‘sew’ the wound close by hand, her powers would heal, but there would be a scare left behind. Most don’t come to her to be healed because of how grotesque her methods are. 

. [Spirits Eye] - The Zora are spiritual people; they believe looking someone in the eye is the only way to truly know someone. Layria is spiritually sensitive to some degree, being able to see into ones soul, the truth of what they really are. She can’t turn this ability off. She never looks anyone in the eye because of this, she discovered this ability via looking at Zelda and almost went blind, she refuses to elaborate on what she saw. 

[docrotten]

LAKE OF THE DEAD (1958, DE DØDES TJERN) – Episode 185 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

“Beware of the currents of the lake.  It’s dangerous to dream. Stay Awake.  The nix pretends to be asleep.  Above him lilies gently sweep.” The Grue Crew love some Norwegian poetry in their folk horror. Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, Chad Hunt, Jeff Mohr, and guest Gregory Crosby – as they check out some folk horror, Norwegian-style, in Lake of the Dead (1958).

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 185 – Lake of the Dead (1958)

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Synopsis: Six Oslo friends travel to the Østerdalen Valley to visit reclusive Bjørn Werner, Liljan’s brother, living in a remote cabin. A horrible tragedy occurred at a nearby lake, and legend has it that whoever stays in that cabin will meet the same end. The unsuspecting visitors realize that Werner is missing, and a series of unexplained incidents that chill the bone to the marrow are set in motion.

Directed by: Kåre Bergstrøm

Writing Credits: Kåre Bergstrøm (writer); André Bjerke (1942 novel by) (as Bernhard Borge)

Music by: Gunnar Sønstevold

Cinematography by: Ragnar Sørensen

Selected Cast:

Erling Lindahl as Kai Bugge

Bjørg Engh as Sonja Borge

Henny Moan as Liljan Werner

André Bjerke as Gabriel Mørk

Per Lillo-Stenberg as Bjørn Werner

Øyvind Øyen as Bråten

Georg Richter as Harald Gran

Inger Teien as Eva, Bjørn’s Girlfriend

Leif Sommerstad as Tore Gråvik

Henki Kolstad as Bernhard Borge

Norway has produced a multitude of good horror movies, but it all started in 1958 with Lake of the Dead (De dødes tjern). Voted fourth best Norwegian film of all time by 101 critics in 1998, Lake of the Dead is a mystery that is part ghost story, part insane killer, and sports its own psychiatrist as a cast member; just for the insane part, you see.

Based on a 1942 novel of the same title, the film also includes an actor playing the writer of that novel and the actual writer of the novel playing another character. Clear? And then there’s the scene called one of the most memorable scenes in Norwegian film history. Gregory Crosby joins the Grue Crew, and they have plenty to talk about.

At the time of this writing, Lake of the Dead (1958) is available to stream from Shudder, AMC+, and Tubi. It’s also available on physical media as one of 20 films in All The Haunts Be Ours: A Compendium Of Folk Horror |Blu-ray + CD| from Severin.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Next in their very flexible schedule – this one chosen by Chad – is The Werewolf (1956)! Director Fred F. Sears (The Giant Claw, Earth vs. the Flying Saucers) gives us a different take on the werewolf trope, though the werewolf makeup might look a little familiar. The Grue Crew can’t wait! 

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave them a message or leave a comment on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel, the site, or email the Decades of Horror: The Classic Era podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com

To each of you from each of them, “Thank you so much for watching and listening!”

Check out this episode!

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Okay. It’s been 2 days since The Last Kingdom wrapped up with its movie. So, I have had time to ponder, and cry, and think, and be in denial, but I think it’s time I share what that show has done for me and how it may have changed my life.

All right, so picture this, I am scrolling on Tumblr on my desktop bored out of my mind, not writing, in fact I think at this point I hadn’t written anything in months. And then suddenly there’s this gif set.

I can’t tell you which person I follows that posted it but I do remember my first reaction: Is that Francis from Reign?

And I was right. It was a gif set of Aethelflaed and Aethelred’s wedding. I was mildly interested but kept scrolling. And then came another gif set; same wedding but this one had Finan and Aethelwold.

I did not know the characters names then but I did know that 1. Aethelwold called Finan an Irishman and I really do have a soft spot for guys with accents and 2. Finan saying ‘I’ll kill ya in your sleep’ had exactly no business being that sexy.

That gif set made me write down the name of the show ‘The Last Kingdom’ into my notebook of tv shows/crime documentaries to watch.

BUT

I did not watch it until later… You guessed it lockdown from COVID. I had so much time, so I binged the series.

And waited all through season 1 for Finan, he didn’t show and man, not going to lie, Uhtred was not making the best decisions. I almost quit the show… but I had a goal: sexy Irishman.

(I’m halfway joking about that…)

When I did reach season 2 and Finan, I found I had fallen for other characters; Ragnar, Hild, Leofric, Beocca, hell even Alfred was all right. But season 2 also brought Thyra, Sihtric, Gisela, and Osferth.

I loved the whole found family dynamic. And it helped a tiny bit that a lot of the actors were fairly good looking.

But I don’t think I actually fell in love with the show until season 3.

I know, all of you are like ‘we get it. Season 3 Finan was sexy, you have mentioned it before’ and I have. But honestly, look at him:

But it was more than just Finan looking sexy, (all my friends are like ‘you’re lying’) it was the Coccham Squad as a whole. They had grown closer and tighter. The storyline for season 3 was the perfect balance of heartbreak and triumph for me. Finan was a smartass, always saying what I was thinking. Sihtric had his spy moment and fake turn. Osferth was sweet and caring. And Uhtred, surprisingly he had grown as a character, unsurprisingly he was still making stupid decisions.

But this season is my fave for more than that. This season, it got that writing spark going again.

And as I moved onto season 4, that spark became a flame.

So I wrote like 600 pages, no chapter breaks, one doc per season of this idea I had. And I told myself that would be it. I didn’t expect the desire to write to last, and if it did I was a hardcore Supernatural girl. I had stories I needed to finish for that fandom.

Finan though, that sexy Irish bastard would not be denied.

And I found myself rewatching the series… I mean, I started at season 2 the episode where Finan shows up. ( sorry Em)

And I got another idea. And I just decided: Fuck it. And signed up to get an Ao3 account and started writing and posting.

Now, this is the part where I get a little emotional. It was through my fic that I met some of my closest friends. I got an invite to a Discord server and the rest is history.

I have laughed with these awesome peeps, cried with them, celebrated their victories, and shared in their defeats. Spent far too many hours talking about how sexy certain characters are *cough cough* Finan and Sihtric.

I found my own family, you could say.

So, yes, The Last Kingdom is over, there will be no new adventures with Uhtred and his pretty boys.

But I will still have my own adventures with the Bread team. @emilyhufflepufftlk @lauwrite1225 @morosemagick @solinarimoon @blah-blah-blah-bla @muddleofnervouswords @medievalfangirl @cibs @93xdiagonxalley @anotherwinchesterfangirl

And I have Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth to thank for that, along with the many other great characters who made that show so damn compelling.

So thank you to The Last Kingdom for bringing me my people.

Oh, and for dropping this incredibly sexy but so nerdy Scotsman on my radar…. But that’s another post 😉