#sister Solveig

[photozoi]

Looks like the scene of an accident, the Brother the unrepentant hit and run driver and mama S mourning the loss of her sister, Auntie R. The Brother claims he had the right of way.

Silken Windhound Siblings, 8.5 years

[solrites]

@vitalphenomena, stolas said: do you remember me?

HAS ANYONE EVER SEEN SOLVEIG T. BATTEY UNCOMFORTABLE, AND ATTEMPT TO LIE, LIKE, EVER? first time for everything. jaw set, and she's gripping her pen so hard it might burst. her poor glitter pen. that's what she gets for having a sense of whimsy. "no. why would i. i'm engaged. leave me alone."

[solrites]

OKAY, SO, ACTUALLY - like, she hates that. for once, solveig isn't permissive and passive. because, actually, she really dislikes having her face touched, especially like that.

meaning: she reaches up, grasps aria's wrist over her sleeve, and yanks away her hand from her mouth. that was rude, first of all. solveig doesn't appreciate that. and won't feel bad for not appreciating that.

"okay, okay -- jesus. don't cover my mouth, what - what the fuck? what are you, nine?" drops aria's wrist, takes a step back. yuck. her face feels itchy and crawly now. even sanji gives her warning before touching her face. firm words, but not harsh. she's not being mean, per se. but it's jarring regardless, probably, coming from her.

"okay, fine. i won't sa-say it. i'm sorry. but like, don't put your - your hands on me - me like that, okay? i don-don't do -- i don't touch you, so - so like. can - can you not do that to me? yo-you could've just said that. i'm not - not stupid. i would've understood. don't do that."

@solrites // solveig said: i'm sorry. and i love you. 

“Stop it.” 

Aria, not gentle as she could be, puts a hand over Solveig’s mouth. 

“Stop. Stop.”

Aria closes her eyes.

She feels like she’s going to have a panic attack. She’s never had one before. This is just how it feels, probably. Like your lungs are shrinking, like the world is falling away, like she’s been thrown underwater and never had a mommy or daddy or whatever the fuck teach her how to swim. 

That last bit is true, at least—her daddy never taught her anything. 

“I don’t want you to love me. Okay? I don’t want that.”

[kimmiessimmies]

Honeycomb Hills Apartments

Malte's home!

I shared a preview yesterday, but here is the full post. And when I say full, I mean "OMFG, Kim did you really have to write another essay?!" Yes. That kind of full. I'm not even sorry.

I was so happy about finishing these apartments that I plunked down three in a row. 😄

Each building has four apartments, all similar: 2 bed, 1,5 bath.

Currently, I only moved one person in: Mister Malte Nerhus, aka Rachel's... I wanna say boyfriend, but then I might be getting ahead of things... crush! Let's say crush!

Malte came to Honeycomb with not a lot of money in his pocket, happy and eager to start working at the university library. When he started looking for a place to live, a two-bedroom apartment wasn't really what he had in mind, (Malte would have been fine in a studio apartment) but it was the only thing available to non-students in Honeycomb Hills and the rent was quite affordable because these apartments are part of an experimental project set up as part of "Greenify Honeycomb Valley": the tenants of the first apartments get a discount on their rent if they fill out regular questionnaires containing questions on how to make the apartment more sustainable and eco-friendly.

So, Malte moved into a two-bedroom apartment, claiming the smaller bedroom as his own and leaving the larger one empty. If they decided to come over, it could potentially sleep his entire family (his mother, grandmother, and two sisters). He spent his money wisely and using the resources available, soon made a home out of this place.

The large windows are Malte's favourite feature of his home. He built sofas out of old mattresses. The Honeycomb campus has two rather large student dorms and whenever a student graduates and moves out of the dorm, the mattress on the bed they used gets replaced for the next resident. Some of those old mattresses are too filthy to even look at, but many are actually still in good shape. Priding itself on being green, the university actually has a website on which they put up old-but-still-good-for-another-round furnishings, free-to-collect. Malte put new, cheap coverings on the mattresses. Easy to take off and wash when needed.

Malte loves cushions and blankets. You find those all around the house. Some were already his, the others were flea-market and thrift store finds, just like all the rugs in his home. Old crates function as a coffee table and makeshift shelves. Of course there's books everywhere. The lamps are wall fixtures that were already in the house, as were the curtains, and the poster on the wall is the cover of one of Malte's favourite books, gifted to him by his colleagues from the library where he works as a housewarming present. The guitar and the laptop are Malte's own possessions and the plants are the one item he actually spent a bit of money on, because plants are a must.

Malte is a creative spirit. Painting, drawing, writing and making music all keep him sane. The painting easel was a thrift store find, and to protect the floors of his rented home, Malte put down a tarp underneath. The easel faces the window, of course. All the artwork on the wall is made by Malte or his sister Solveig. The shelves he built himself from old wood and on the top shelf there's a picture of Malte and his family. A little reminder of home.

The kitchen came with the apartment. The table consists of a couple of boards on two sets of trestles. That was an easy build.

The two folding chairs (there's a third folded against the wall next to the fridge) Malte brought from home and the other two chairs are old discarded university classroom furniture Malte found on the previously mentioned website.

Malte's bike has a place on the wall. It's his main means of transportation. The car in which he took Rachel on their second date wasn't his, a colleague lend it to him.

In the other corner of the room, there's a little workspace. The desk was another university reject and the chair a thrift store find. The paintings are Malte's own work and the pictures show him and his mother and eldest sister.

Here we have three very similar pictures from Malte's bedroom, but I still wanted to use them all xD. Here we find old mattresses again, although the top one is new. Old crates also make great night stands and a bedroom without books isn't a bedroom. The yellow lamp is a thrift store find and the green one a Swedish furniture store one. On Malte's nightstand there's a picture of his mother, grandmother and sisters. The poster above his bed as well as two on the other wall (see next picture) are enlarged prints of Saarqartoq pictures. Rachel had these printed as a gift for Malte because she knows he does miss home sometimes.

Malte doesn't have a wardrobe, but installed a rod against the wall which does the job perfectly.

In the orignal design of the room, the architect intended for people to place a bed below the high window. Malte thought this idea was no good at all. He wanted to wake up with a view! So he went against the design of the room and put his bed against the wall so it faced the tall windows and the green outside. The watermelon bean bag was his latest thrift store gem. It was just too cool to pass by.

And that concludes the tour of Malte's home. There's also a bathroom, which is just a bathroom, and a balcony, which I didn't take any pictures of at this time, but which will show up in a story post, I'm sure.

[acesandocs]

Before I post the short story I've been working on, I wanted to introduce some of Ace’s family, since they're going to be featured. I tried to edit it down to the important stuff but if anyone wants to know more just ask.

Solveig Liv Årud/Sylvia Hall, Ace's Mother

Ace's mom Solveig was born in Kapp along with her two brothers, One of her neighbors was a music teacher and taught her to play the Hardanger fiddle. When she was seventeen she became pregnant by one of her neighbor's students but was urged by her neighbor to never tell him or anyone else of the child's parentage. Having had Ace outside of wedlock Solveig faced a lot of social ostracisation. Her sister in law, who was deeply religious judged Solveig for having a child without marrying. A rumor amongst the townspeople was that Ace's father was actually a fossegrim, that Solveig agreed to have a child with in exchange for teaching her to play the fiddle so well. (there is actually a lot to say on how this affected Ace and his view of himself but we don't have time to get into it rn). After a flood made her and her family homeless they emigrated to America in 1920 at the advice of some friends.

Once they arrived in New York Ace became very ill and bedridden causing them to be left behind as the rest of their family continued further up to Minnesota. While Ace was sick Solveig met and later fell in love with a Swedish immigrant named Eric Hall. She married Eric after knowing him for half a year. Solveig had kept Ace close all her life and not really letting her grow up or stand on her own. So he reacted badly to Solveig marrying. Being jealous and being unable to deal with not being her mothers center of attention, making him lash out. After an argument where Solveig slapped Ace for being disrespectful to her stepfather Ace ran away from home. Ace and Solveig have been estranged ever since, both being too stubborn to try to reconcile. After Solveig married Eric she tried very hard to adapt to American culture, Americanizing her name to Sylvia and trying her best to learn English and not speak with an accent. She currently has two children with Eric. Neither them nor Ace know of each other's existence.

Torbjørn Olaug Årud and Lena Årud, Ace's Grandparents

Lena was born in Kapp and Torbjørn was born in the Lofoten area. He traveled down to Toten to live with a family friend after he became orphaned. He later met Lena and they eventually married. They later had 2 sons, the youngest of them dying after moving away as an adult, later they had a daughter they named Solveig. When Solveig became pregnant at seventeen they decided to support her and help her take care of their granddaughter. In the years immediately after Ace was born she and Solveig lived with them before moving into a smaller house on their property. By this time their oldest had married and taken over the main house on the farm and Torbjørn and Lena moved into another small house on the property.

They emigrated to America with the rest of their family in 1920 and went with the rest to Minnesota leaving Solveig and Ace behind. Lena later died in 1922 after becoming sick. Ace does not know this happened.

Info on the art:

Ace is supposed to be a tortoiseshell cat, witch is something that can be seen in her mother and grandmother as well. this is a reference to the fact that tortoiseshells are mostly female. (source)

Her grandfather is supposed to be a Norwegian forest cat.

The implement Solveig is holding is called a Lyster and it is used to fish. Lyster fishing was usually done when it was dark out, using the Lyster to stab the fish. it was banned in the 1860 but was most likely still practiced afterwards. Today it has become completely illegal. The fish in the bucket are trout, a fish that was commonly caught with a Lyster. (source) Here is a painting depicting it.

I apologize for any spelling mistakes or weird wording, i try my best to read though these before i post them but some mistakes often slip through.

[ac-fandom]

Here are my redesigns and some headcanons on my favorite Viking brothers:

Age: 18 and a half years old.

-He is the son of Harald and his first wife (who the daughter of the previous village chief) , who died in childbirth.

-He is often envious of his sisters because not only that, Harald gets along much better with Liv and Solveig because they are much more similar in character but also because Harald had been forced to marry Stig's mother because they had found themselves in a bush together instead he fell in love with Liv and Solveig's mother, so Stig sometimes considers himself an unwanted child.

-After the first time he saw Marian (beginning of the 3rd season) he was immediately struck by her courage and beauty but not understanding his feelings towards the girl he thought he had been under a spell.

Age: 16 years old.

-She and Solveig are the daughters of Harald's second wife.

-When she was little she loved watching Vikings training with her mother but, when she died a couple of years after Solveig's birth, she started watching them and taking part in them with a bit of nostalgia for the memory of her mother.

-She can't stand Stig when he starts talking too much about Marian, but not because she doesn't like Marian but because her brother starts talking about their future children and marriage.

-She has a crush on Katel.

Age:7 years old.

-She looks a lot like her late mother and Harald sometimes calls her "ᛚᚨ ᚠᛁᚷᛚᛁᚨ ᛞᛖᛚᛚᚨ ᛗᛁᚨ ᚨᛚᚾᚨᛏᚨ..." which means "my beloved's daughter".

-She often teases Stig about being a simp for Marian but at the same time urges him to confess his love.

-She wore out Geri when she was 4 years old and he was a little bear barely a year old, Geri was injured in his paw after he was attacked by a group of wolves and they were very close to the old Viking camp that Solveig and Liv, Stig went to find out what was happening and found Geri injured and alone, and Solveig decided to take him and treat him as well as a pet for herself.

[nerhusconnection]

Solveig: “… And as the third element I took pictures with your old camera and used those for that collage, too. I could feel how it added to the meaning, and changed the meaning of the cloth and the painted bits. It’s definitely something I’ll explore further. I have to say, this mixed media project was rather intriguing for a change. I didn’t expect Mr. Cramer to come up with a project like this. Not that my work made it into the exhibition. He decided to pick three rather boring works but they had big titles. One was called ‘Peace’, all blue and doves and feathers, one ‘Exploring me’, she used nudes of herself for it, can you imagine that? I wouldn’t be surprised if he had jacked off on it. And I forgot the title of the third one. Mine was just called ‘A Study in Black and Red’ because that’s what it was. But it was so much better than the ones he picked.”

Malte: "I’m sad I missed the exhibition. Sounds like we could have had a lot of fun there. Will you show me the picture when we’re back home?”

Solveig: “Sure, no problem. I can also show you some other stuff I made since you were here last time.”

Malte: “Yes, please do, I’d love that. But there is one other thing I want to hear about. Mom said the school called again?"

Solveig scoffed: "Oh, I knew it. Are you going full big brother on me again?"

Malte didn't reply, so they walked in silence, with the only noises being the sound of crunching snow and an occasional bird’s call.

After a while Solveig started to talk again. "They said I might fail this year and not get the recommendation for Art College."

Malte: "What happened?"

Solveig groaned. "I just hate it. I just hate everything. And now you are gone, and I hate that, too. Everything bores me and I'm just so angry all the time. The others in my year are mostly busy with calling each other gay or gossiping about who is doing it with whom. Or dissing each other for the most stupid shit. The other day Henrik told Line she was just as gross as her sister. You know, the one with cerebral palsy? I know I should have used other means to convey my averseness to this display of dumbassery. But I couldn't help it. And the biggest fuck? The dean told me afterwards that he feels Henrik had deserved to get his face smashed but of course blablabla."

Malte: “What a jerk. Are you still seeing Dr. Poulsen?”

Solveig: “Of course. And she is amazing, and it does help, and it got much better. I'm good, usually. And yes, we talked about it already. It’s just… it was ok when you were traveling, I knew you’d come back. But now… you’ll probably not. So I’m stuck here. And… it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Malte just nodded. She had been struggling with impulse control all her life and he had to pick her up from the dean’s office more than once in the past. She was her father’s daughter after all.

Malte: “So what’s the status now?”

Solveig shrugged. “I don’t know. Mom talked to the dean, he wants to have written confirmation I see a therapist regularly and I had to apologize to Henrik. And if anything else happens until the end of term they’ll expel me. “

Malte nodded. “That will be a long term for you then. Just one more term, Solveig… Do you think you will manage?”

She took her time with an answer. “I have to, don’t I? If I fuck this up, I have nothing. Mom is looking at me as if I had already failed. And her constant questions and offers... I know she cares, and I wouldn't want to miss it. But it’s not helping.” She grimaced.

“I’ll talk to Mom. And maybe we can arrange more sessions with Dr. Poulsen, like, two times a week?”, Malte asked. “I’ll help with the bills. Also, mom told me there was a new art school in town with an interesting program, maybe one of the classes would be something for you?”

Solveig nodded. “Yes, we already talked about that. Everything away from home and school is good." She grimaced again. "Man, this sounds so bad. I love them, you know I do, right? I just… I feel so trapped and I don’t want to hurt them.” She hesitated. “You know, I'm all happy for you, and I can't wait to meet Rachel, but can't you live here? Or, maybe I can come and live with you?"

Malte smiled. "You know the answer to that", he replied softly. "Also, Mom needs you, even if she is much better these days, and Anne-Lis does, too. And you need them just the same if you’re honest. At least for another while. But things will change, inevitably. And you'll do all the things you dream of, I know that. You can start right now, at least with some of it. You don't have to wait until some distant future happens."

Solveig: "I know, I know... Your footsteps are just so big, I can't walk in them."

Malte: "Solveig, you don't have to. You'll make your own, and they will be beautiful." He hugged her long and tightly. "And remember, I'll always be your pesky big brother, just a phone call away."

Solveig snuffled a bit. "When did you grow up, Fishhead?"

[witch-from-a-block-of-flats]

OC meme tag game!

Thank you @cleric4vampire for the tag! Reading about Aune is always a delight. Feel free to tag me in the future in similar things, writing about my characters always brings me joy.

Tagging (no pressure): @doodle-nerd, @feral-cockroach, @milkteansugar and @chodzacaparodia (if you don't have an OC feel free to use it for yourself or for a character from a niche media you wish more people knew about)

Solveig

Nicknames/aliases:

When coming up with nicknames, my mind automatically thinks in polish so some of these are translated:

Goldie by her mother and granddad

Little dragon by her grandma

Gene Thief by her twin sister who didn't inherit any draconic power (affectionate)

Little plum by Raudhan (her ex-husband)

Princess by Astarion at the beginning of their journey when Solveig started to lead the group, used ironically

Pyromancer by Gale (derogatory) and Karlach (affectionate)

My sun*, little spark, my favorite sorceress by Astarion

*calling your partner 'your sun' is very common in Poland, it's sweetheart or darling lvl of common but it becomes really beautiful and almost poetic when Astarion is the one saying that so I'm leaving it here.

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: I wanted to dive into signs from Forgotten Realms but unfortunately I couldn't find any official sources. In our world I think she would be a Capricorn, but I don't have her birthday specified yet.

Height: 175cm (5'9) without horns, (she insists she is 180cm/~6')

Orientation: Tbh I didn't think about it at all. She definitely likes men, tho.

Race: Tiefling, Mephistopheles bloodline

Romancing: Astarion

Favourite fruit: Cherries

Favourite season: Summer (you know how cats and lizard like bathing in the sun? that's her during the entire season)

Favourite flower: Lavender

Favourite scent: The scent of fresh baked good, reminds her of home

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Tea - black with a piece of lemon, orange, rosemary and little bit of honey

Average sleep hours: It's either 4 or 9, no in between

Dogs or cats: Cats

Amount of blankets: Two. One to sleep on top and one she rolls around herself and becomes a big burrito with horns

Random fact: Ugh I have so many! Ok. I'll explain the family lore a bit. Draconic powers in Solveig's family come directly from one of her ancestors being a gold dragon - her grandmother. Her grandfather was a very brave and charismatic adventurer in his youth who decided to help a dragonborn noble lady deal with a powerful lich who terrorized her town. Few months later and surprise - it turned out she was a polymorphed dragon all along. They became (and still are) a very sweet power couple.

[annachum]

The Witches of Asgard ( ie the Witches who came to reside in Asgard, and that's just some of them )

Queen Frigga

Siriana Tyrsdottir/Grace ( wife of Heimdall and mom of Axel )

( I can't find a gif of Grace in Thor 4 so I found a gif that is closer to that )

Sigyn Ivarrsdottir ( younger cousin of Fandral and wife of Loki )

Lady Eir

Lady Idunn ( a paternal aunt of Sigyn, wife of Bragi and mother of Fandral )

( I imagine MCU Idunn to look kinda like Lucrezia Borgia in spades )

Lady Zisa ( wife of Tyr and mother of Siriana, and Norse Goddess of Harvest )

Solveig Sindridottir ( a daughter of Sindri, a granddaughter of Ivaldi and wife of Vidarr )

Nanna Neprsdottir ( at least in that alt timeline )

Lady Fulla ( edit : Turns out she is a ' virgin goddess ' so Fulla is a ' wine aunt ' of the Witches of Asgard )

Lady Gefjon ( wife of Skoldjr and mother of Vidarr )

The rest of these ladies have all been amongst Frigga's handmaids for at least a time, and powerful witches in their own rights

Krista, Hogun's younger sisters Hnoss and Gersemi, Eir's daughters Lofn and Sjofn, Saga and her daughters Var and Vor are also amongst the retinue of Frigga's handmaids at least for a time, and amongst the Witches of Asgard

Hildegard was amongst the retinue of Frigga's Queensguards

[melishade]

Prompt #89?

This ask game

A glimpse of Maria's journey as an adult in the Peaceful Timeline.

Maria hummed the tune of one of her sister's songs to herself as she traveled on foot through this new forest before her. She adjusted the bag of supplies on her shoulder while her encased sword tapped against her right side with every step she took. She felt the leaves on the ground crunch with every step.

The twenty six year old adjusted her eyes to the sunlight that peered through the clouds and the trees. She blinked before noticing some low hanging fruit in her vision. She set her stuff down on the ground before climbing the tree and kicking the branches to knock a few of them down. Once she felt she got an adequate amount, she jumped down the tree with ease, dusting her dress off and adjusting her purple scarf.

Maria kneeled down to pick up one of the fruit, but was stopped when Megatron kicked one of them out of the way in holoform.

"Papa, what the hell?!" Maria demanded.

"Wash them first. They could have bugs," Megatron declared.

"Grandma Solveig said that bugs are also nutritious," Maria retorted.

"When you're starving and have nothing left to eat," Megatron retorted, "Stop twisting the advice of the dead and wash them."

Maria groaned in annoyance before picking a few of them up. "Is there a stream nearby?"

"Yes." Megatron pointed up ahead, and Maria picked up the rest of her items to follow him close. As the two continued to walk side by side, Maria could hear the sounds of rushing water and the two were face to face with the river running downstream.

Maria kneeled down and began to wash the fruit one by one, but Megatron continued to remain standing.

"You should be more alert, little one," Megatron warned her.

Maria deadpanned. "I'm not little."

"You're little, young, and naive," Megatron declared, causing Maria to stick her tongue out at him. However neither took any offense, and merely smiled at one another. Maria finished washing all of the fruit and started eating one of them.

"It's been...three months?" Maria guessed.

"More or less since we started this adventure of yours," Megatron answered.

Maria took a deep breath and smiled to herself. "The world is pretty."

"Quite a positive outlook," Megatron proclaimed.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with positivity," Maria reasoned, “How’s everyone?”

“They’re all doing fine,” Megatron replied, “Your gremlin of a sister has taken over your shared room as promised.”

Maria chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

“Your mother is still doing well as the new herbalist,” Megatron added.

Maria grew solemn at that. “At least she’s happy. Filling in Grandma’s shoes.”

Megatron glanced down at Maria. “How long do you want to be out here?”

Maria shrugged.

“What is it that you’re searching for?” Megatron asked.

“I just wanted to see the world as a child,” Maria reminded, “You know that.”

“But you are now an adult, Firelight. So what is it that you seek to quell your troubled mind?” Megatron asked her.

Maria stared out at the river, watching the water flow with ease and freedom. “I just…I just want to make peace with myself. And I just hope I find it out here.”

(Maria ends up going on a really long journey as an adult. She’s out in the world for about two, maybe three years with Megatron. She ends up meeting her soulmate. Finally realizes she won’t be like her father. Very introspective stuff.

Anyway, #4 has been asked but the rest is free game.)

[unpossession]

"Maybe you should try making friends with your sister first, hm? Apologies are a good place to start. Remorse." She saw Solveig recently, she knows what he did and she knows that Solveig doesn't want him around. Usually Willow is very shy, meek -- but this is a special occasion, see? She's a monster, he's a monster, and the man she actually wants to tear to shreds is under Zero's protection. So. Maybe she'll take out all of her anger on him, instead.

Willow stands up a little straighter, defiant.

"So, until I hear from her that you're forgiven, I think I wont be calling you anything at all."

@solrites mum come get me i'm scared

[photozoi]

Hey! Your favourite Imp here with a Bean update!

The Beans got a nail trim yesterday and the sister Solveig was very happy.

The Mung Bean decided payback was in order and he would trim Mom the sister Solveig's feet. I think he is starting a bit high...

the Imp, the sister Solveig, and the Bean Litter, Silken Windhounds, day 22.

[viitlumi]

❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ // to whomever wants to come forth c: //

The meadow bloomed as if each petal was a bright memory. The bees flocked to the wildflowers that nature had planted for them. They buzzed around the chorus of blossoms, the accord of the wild in these sun-filled moments. Summer was most definitely a nourishing season on Paradis.

 In the golden hush of dawn, where the sky blushed with the first whispers of daylight, Solveig and Hilda found themselves amidst a sea of blossoms. The field stretched endlessly, a vibrant tapestry woven with fragrant flowers and herbs, each petal and leaf glistening with morning dew. The sisters, bound by blood and tradition, moved with a quiet ease, their bond evident in the synchronized rhythm of their work, their sickles—crafted for the impending autumn harvest—gleaming like silver crescents against the soft light. Beside them, Lyanna—a newfound companion whose acquaintance was as fresh as the morning. Though they scarcely knew her, Solveig had felt an intrinsic pull, a whisper from the heart urging her to embrace this stranger and the shared experience of womanhood. Together, the three females gathered nature's treasures, each cut and snip a testament to their unity and strength. It was in this shared labor, beneath the ever-brightening sky, that they wove bonds as delicate yet enduring as the flowers they collected, finding kinship and beauty in the simple act of harvesting life from the earth. Lyanna, the young woman they had recently met, paused and looked around. With a wry smile, she remarked, “Flowers are so overrated. They’re bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons.” She didn't appear too enthused to be in this environment, leaving Solveig with a bewildered frown on her pale features. Solveig, her hands gently placing a vibrant flower into her basket, turned to Lyanna with a thoughtful scowl. “Even the prettiest flower shouldn’t be mistaken only for its beauty,” she began, her voice soft but firm. “A flower can be so beautiful, but it can also harbor many dangers.”

She picked a foxglove from her basket, its purple bells hanging delicately from the stem like tiny, enchanted lanterns. “Take foxglove, for instance. In small doses, it can be used to treat heart conditions, mending broken rhythms with its potent touch. But too much, and it becomes a deadly poison, almost instant death. Yet, even this poisonous flower is essential for medicine when respected and understood.”

Moving through the field, advicing Lyanna to follow her, she knelt by another plant, its dark berries gleaming ominously in the morning light. “This is belladonna,” she continued, “used in tiny amounts to relieve muscle spasms, to soothe and heal. My people even use it to widen their pupils by injecting the juiced directly into their eyes, as it helps them to see better while hunting in the night. But its berries can be fatal to those who consume them.” Solveig met her blue gaze towards Lyanna again, her eyes meeting hers, imparting the gravity of her words. “Some plants can be easily confused, like wild parsnip and hemlock, each a doppelgänger to the other, one life-giving, the other life-taking. And the typical bitter taste of a plant can be easily masked, cloaked in honeyed deceit, making them even more dangerous. Remember, the dose makes the poison.”

As the three women continued their gathering, the field became more than a simple meadow. It was a place of learning and connection, a classroom of the earth where each flower told a story, whispered secrets, and taught lessons of balance and respect. “What you have to get out of the habit of thinking is not to discount the lethality of beauty. It's the way with plants, just like with people. What would be the fun in desiring it instantaneously and without delay?” Solveig chuckled somewhat wryly towards Lyanna before she resumed her work. Each bloom was a dual symbol of life and death, of beauty and peril, a reminder of nature’s intricate dance and the essential role of even the most dangerous flowers in healing and medicine.

[solrites]

fuck it connections of the lem cinematic universe under the cut (only characters written by me, other members of the lcu arent included)

solveig and amanpal are half siblings.

amanpal and marianne are exes.

maelina and elijah are married.

maelina and elijah are the quasi parents to winnie, marianne, and solveig (to a lesser extent).

marianne, winnie, solveig all quasi-sisters.

winnie was engaged to solveig's twin nox (not written on this blog), mauled him when she found out abt solveig and what the batteys put sol through

winnie and solveig are good friends, winnie and solveig dislike marianne.

tzipporah, orpheus, and zelda are all siblings and science experiments. (test tube siblings)

rosetta is the head of orphic labs, and genetically tzipporah, orpheus, and zelda's mother. hates them, sentiment returned.

oakley is a worker in the labs, rosetta's evil minion, hates the test tube siblings, and the sentiment is returned.

eden takes care of the test tube siblings/is their quasi-grandmother/protector.

orpheus and solveig are exes, ended on good terms and friends.

tzipporah and solveig are vaguely friendly. tzipporah is wary of solveig.

zelda and solveig are friendlier than solveig and tzipporah, but zelda hardly leaves the house.

ernest and murphy are childhood friends and dancers together, also dating and lowkey in love.

friday is solveig's ex, estranged but don't dislike each other.

murphy, solveig, winnie, marianne, and winnie are all coworkers at ghosts in the attic. murphy and solveig are friends, though murphy finds solveig a bit strange.

ernest knows the ghost in the attic crew via murphy, but has only met solveig face to face.

for my core characters reference:

amanpal has never met: tzipporah, zelda, friday, eden, rosetta, murphy, ernest, oakley.

solveig has never met: oakley, rosetta.

orpheus has never met: maelina, elijah, friday, ernest, murphy.

winnie has never met: ernest (knows of), eden, oakley, rosetta, friday, zelda.

tzipporah has never met: ernest, murphy, friday, amanpal.

murphy has never met: oakley, eden, tzipporah, orpheus, zelda, rosetta, amanpal.

[kimmiessimmies]

Let's Talk About... (4/28)

Malte showed me pictures of his family taken on a day they spent at the playground when he was fifteen. He spoke warmly of his memories of this day. He told me that the playground was so close to their house they could see it from the window. They often went there, but because his mum rarely had time to go with them, this day was extra special. We looked at the photos for a long time, and I asked him about his sisters, Solveig and Anne-Lis. He laughed when he told me, "Solveig was in her ‘skin cancer is killing people’ phase. She used to walk with a parasol just like a queen." The way he always speaks about his family is endearing and full of love. Even though he doesn't say, I can tell he misses them.

Soon, I was spending most of my free time at Malte's apartment. I wanted to cook him veggie fish and chips, which is the one thing I can actually cook, but he insisted on doing the cutting.

He proved to be a great student, though, as he watched everything I did closely. VERY closely. Hehe.

The meal turned out quite good if I do say so myself. Malte joked that his excellent cutting must have helped too. I agreed.

Want to see these family pictures a bit closer? @nornities made such a lovely sideblog dedicated to the Nerhus family and in this post you can take a closer look at the pictures. ❤️

[acesandocs]

A short story about the morning after Åse was born. Content Warning: pregnancy discussion, unwanted pregnancy mention, physical altercation and religion mention

The cramping came between short pauses. She’d helped with enough births to know it would be painful. Postpartum cramps weren't unusual either though it wasn't a guarantee, Suppose I’m just lucky Solveig thought. ¹ And despite the hectic night, birdsong sounded through the window just like it did every morning. Usually it would annoy her, keeping her from getting those extra precious minutes of sleep. But right now it was calming. It made her feel less alone; she wasn't alone though. Another wave of pain passed through as her breath quickened. Everything was fine, she was fine and the baby was fine. She anxiously avoided looking towards the crib in the corner of the room. She struggled to relax, her nerves were fried and she was exhausted.

A curt knock sounded from the door but Solveig didn't get the opportunity to answer before her sister-in-law nudged the door open with her shoulder. She didn't have the energy to lean her head toward Marie before she came into view a wooden tray in her hands. Setting it down on a chair next to the bed Solveig could see a tea kettle with a few spruce shoots peeking out from the top, a cup and a ceramic heating bottle wrapped in a cloth. ²

‘’Keep this on your abdomen, it should help with the pain.’’ She said and handed over the heating bottle.

Solveig did as she was told and Marie rewarded her with a steamy cup of tea that smelled like forest. She closed her eyes as she tried to enjoy her beverage.

‘’Shes’ quiet now, isn't she?’’

‘’I suppose’’ answered Solveig.

She didn't remember much despite it happening just an hour ago. But she did remember the kid had quite the set of lungs on her when she came out, it’s a good sign. She looked to where Marie stood only to find her missing, Solveig almost dropped her cup in surprise at the discomforted baby sounds emanating from the corner. Marie was standing with her back to her cooing at a swaddle of blankets in her arms.

‘’Oh don’t worry lamb, I’m here…’’

Solveig froze for a moment as something settled in the pit of her stomach.

‘’you'll grow up into a fine young woman, I can tell.’’

‘’I’m sure she will, if you don’t mind putting her back, I’d like to rest now.’’

Marie seemed befuddled for a moment

‘’Oh well… Uhm-well I assumed… since the father isn't… I-I thought that you…’’ Marie possessively clutched the newborn to her chest

‘’Put her down. Now.’’ Solveig was tired, uncomfortable and the damn cramps were still as painful as ever.

Marie stood up straight and looked down her nose at Solveig

‘’Sometimes our lord tests us, to keep us devoted to him. And it’s been difficult since my…’’ she shook her head ‘’But I have never faltered I have walked that church road every Sunday and I’ve said my prayers every night. Don’t you see this is a reward, I have been rewarded for my devotion. This child needs a father and good mother to-‘’

‘’So, because you couldn't keep your daughter alive you think you can just take mine?’’

If it weren't for the birds still chirping outside the window you could almost be convinced time had stopped.

‘’How DARE you be so selfish!’’

‘’Me?! Selfish? You're the one trying to steal another womans’ child.’’

‘’I’m giving you a way out of this mess you’ve gotten yourself into.’’

The more she prattled on the more pissed Solveig became. She wasn't going to sit here and be lectured to like she was a child. Her nails dug into the wood of the bed frame and she forced herself to stand. The painful cramps only fueled her anger.

Marie angled herself away. ‘’ Sit back down or you'll hurt yourself!’’

‘’I’ll maul you; you bitch!’’

She flung herself forward reaching for her daughter

‘’Give me MY BABY now!’’

They struggled for what seemed like ages both pulling and scratching at each other, Marie eventually relented and let Solveig fall to the floor with the crying baby in her arms. She was holding it close to her chest like it was her lifeline.

‘’YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE BRAT! You will change your mind mark my words!’’

It was said more like a command, but she only got a guttural growl in response. She slammed the door on her way out, which did nothing to soothe the baby’s crying. Almost all at once Solveig’s anger was replaced by distress.

‘’Oh no nononono, please don’t cry.’’

She dragged herself back to her bed and held her baby close as she nuzzled her forehead.

‘’Don’t worry I’m here, mamas here no one is going take you, you're safe.’’

She tried her best to stifle her own sniffles as she cooed at her baby.

‘’Oh low the moon hangs tonight The day is waning one more time Oh sun has found its peace And Miriam is sleeping in her crib’’

It’s the only thing she could think of. Her father sang to her on nights when she cried. When she was scared of this. Of having this child. She didn't want it, not so soon. She wasn't even married.

‘’But now you must not forget Your Mother, father and warm bed Smile for your older brother For we all need a brother in this world’’

Her brothers were both married with families. She knew it wouldn't be too long before she’d have to do the same. She was scared of that too. Of being trapped with one person forever. She just wanted to enjoy her freedom.

‘’Days filled with smiles and frowns Lullabies and fiddle songs East of the moon it seems Awaits another morning.’’

She had tried picking up her fiddle once after finding out. She felt sick. She wondered if he ever thought about her. About why she quit so suddenly. Maybe she should have told him. But now he was gone, moved back home to continue important his life. He’d never know about it; he’d never know about her…

Her baby was still again, only grunting as her small hands reached out for something to hold and cheeks still wet from the crying. She dried them of with the hem of her nightgown and held out her hands for her to hold. Solveig’s voice quivered.

‘’You’re my baby, and no one else’s’’

¹ Post partum cramps happens when the uterus is shrinking back to its original size. I dont know how common it is but I felt its probably something Solveig would know about since shes helped out with a most of the births in her family. (Source)

² shoots from the Norway spruce can be made into several edible things like oil, vinegar, salt and tea. You can also just eat them raw, they taste kind of sweet and acidic. (Source)

³ Ceramic and metall water bottles existed pretty far back, though they were mostly used to keep the bed warm during winter. (Source)(source)

⁴ The lullaby at the end is Mirams voggelåt (Miriams lullaby) I translated it as best I could. I tired to make it sound sing-able in English but also stay true to the original lyrics. Heres is a more direct translation for anyone interested.

Authors note: I made a title card. I do a lot of research on items to see what would have been in use during the time period, but don’t get to use the screen shots I gathered for much else. Now I can include them in the title card. Also good item drawing practice. If I missed any triggers just tell me and ill include them in the content warning. Anyway this might be a little melodramatic but arent personal conflicts allways that.