#the seer. (iris)

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"How to Scare Campers 101" Clip

“Okay, okay, okay! So, when the campers saw Smokey and the burning shrubbery, he said ‘THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T PREVENT WILDFIRES’ before leaving. And the kids were sooooooo scared that they always put bonfires out, after that. But if a bonfire isn’t put out at night, or if a fire is burning past 11, campers say you can hear Smokey snarling from the bushes.”

“That wasn’t too scary…” Icarus said as he hugged Olivia.

“Yeah, I’ve heard worse in murder podcasts.” Olivia looked unfazed.

“Alright, let’s do a few more campfire songs and then say nighty-night to each other.” Buzz said. Cause who could sleep after such a scary story?

Me. I’ve heard worse on the internet. Don’t google Russian Sleep Experiment.

Buzz strummed his guitar.

“This is a happy campfire song

We’re all safe and we’re all sound

Cause this is a happy campfire song

And we’re all not scared of some story…”

“It’s not a story, it’s a true thing that happened.” Jack defended.

“Suuuuuuuuuure! And I’m the God of War.” Nate said.

“Kratos is the God of War.” Luna told Nate.

“Wow, you’d get along with Booloo.” Nate was impressed. 

“Can we tell more scary stories? I’m tired of campfire songs.” Tiffany said.

“Sure. Any ideas?” Booloo looked around. “I’ve got the boring ones.”

“Good idea.” Ellie tossed another log in the fire. “We all need a little insomnia, sometimes. Besides, it’s pitch dark and we can only see like three feet ahead of us. Perfect for more horror!”

“Or more chaos from a detective.” Nate snarked, to Booloo’s annoyed jab. “What?” “Dude.”

*SNNNNXXXXXXXXXX*

“What…was that…?” Spruce paused.

“It sounds like it’s close-by…” Arbor said.

“Ooooooooh, sounds like we got a bear in the area!” Jack declared.

“Anyone got a switchblade?” Tiffany looked around, cracking her knuckles. “I can take it!”

“No you can’t, sit down.” Sammy scolded.

Kai looked at the fae twins. “A bear?”

“...I wouldn’t rule out the possibility, being honest.” a camper, Connor, admitted. “With all the food Patrick’s been eating…”

“Hey. Smores are delicious and so are hot dogs.” Patrick glared.

 Isaac looked around. “Jack, why would there be a bear in our campsite?”

“I told you. It’s past 11 and Mx. Ellie put another log in the fire. Smokey smelled the smoke and is coming to scold us.” Jack smirked.

Of course, teenagers eat that shit up because they unironically believe in creepypastas and still have under-developing brains.

Booloo rolled her eyes. Again, she had seen worse. Plus, if it WAS a bear, she could use a spell to subdue it. She had to do it before with a wild dog, noodle incident aside, so she could do it to a bear.

Aianna latched onto Bob. “I don’t want to believe we have a bear in the area.”

“It sounds like a bear.” Nate added. “Which means we probably have a real-life bear wandering the site.”

“What if it’s just some Fern pulling a joke by shapeshifting?” Ellie groaned.

“Nah, the detectives are having a movie night with ghost campers.” Booloo checked her texts. Like Aianna, I too don’t want to believe we have a bear sighting either…but nothing is proving in the direction of there NOT being a bear sighting…

“Sis, I can hear your thoughts loud and clear.”

“Sorry! I just had a thought.”

“...least it wasn’t an RSD thought. Spill the beans.”

“We don’t have proof that there isn’t a bear in the sight…so until we know for sure that we’re safe…we’re treating this like a-”

*SNNNNXXXXXX-xxxxxxSNNNNNXXXXXXXXXXXX*

The campers and counselors went quiet as Booloo looked around.

I feel like I’ve heard that sound before…but where?

“Sis, I can hear your thoughts loud and clear.”

“Sorry! I just had a thought.”

“...least it wasn’t an RSD thought. Spill the beans.”

“We don’t have proof that there isn’t a bear in the sight…so until we know for sure that we’re safe…we’re treating this like a-”

*SNNNNXXXXXX-xxxxxxSNNNNNXXXXXXXXXXXX*

The campers and counselors went quiet as Booloo looked around.

I feel like I’ve heard that sound before…but where?

[homoeroticvillain]

hmm vampire slayer mizuki and watcher date

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INTRODUCTION~

Hey, welcome to my account! You can call me Lily/Lils. I love Remus + lily <3

About me:

Name: Lily/Lils (not my real name)

Age: minor (please don’t be weird. I’m older than 14 though)

Favourite singers/bands: Queen, David Bowie, Taylor Swift, One Direction, 5 Seconds of Summer, Lewis Capaldi, + many more singers!

Favourite movies/shows: Dead Poets Society, HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Anne with an E, Wild Child, + more!

Things I love: flowers, literature, the marauders, music, walks, art, movies, cats, dogs, swans, my friends, my family~

Things I don’t love: homophobes, ableist, negative people, really crowded places, lgbtqia+ haters, transphobes, antisemitism + anyone is hateful.

I have been adopted by @mrecury42 (the cowboy!us makes it sound weird being dad-), @booglygooglycrow, and @vampboyrock after blinks found out about my lack of father :D now I have three dad!! <- I’m fatherless again

My lovely moots:

@serpentine-starlight @whatonearthisgoingon @defenestratehumanity @moonyswarmsweaters @bartysguitar @luna---lovegood @moonyscribe @permetutotheworld @equippedtolove @siriusly-insane @jess-quillkiller @siriuslyobsessed394 @acelovesremuslupin @thepicklekingog @unnecessaryheadache @mikeywaysbass @theheightsarewuthering @mrecury42 @vampboyrock @yes-ofc-i-bite @notthesodaa @hey-look-at-the-stars @alizardsusername @theduchessr @mochamoony @thegracefulroyaltownofthesaint (woah… I have a lot)

I do not support any of JKR’s actions and beliefs about the LGBTQIA+ community nor any of her ableist, transphobic, and antisemitic views. the fandom’s I am in:

The marauders

Harry Potter

one direction

5 seconds of summer

Anne with an E

my rp accounts:

@seer-sybi-trelawney - Sybil trelawney

@panda-bear-here - Pandora rosier [muggle band au]

@the-real-rosier - Pandora rosier

@miss-lily-evans-potter - Lily Evans [muggle boarding school au] [mine]

@the-real-ms-evans - Lily Evans [lost memories au]

@lily-from-the-block - Lily Evans [muggle au]

@lily-of-the-flies - Lily Evans [lord of the flies au]

@milk-seasalt-and-petals - Lily Evans [pirate au] [mine]

@hi-i-am-lily - Lily Evans [soulmate au]

@lily-on-tour - Lily evans [hollywood au]

@mrs-prongs - Lily evans [everyone lives au]

@miss-fortescue - Alice fortescue [soulmate au]

@lily-of-the-flowers - Lily Evans [groupchat au]

@mother-molly-weasley - Molly Weasley [everybody lives au]

…I think I have a small obsession with Lily.?

my tags: (yes, I never had them buuuut I really need to organise my posts)

#lilsspeaks #lilsyaps #lilsisbored !!

I keep adding to this so it may change whenever you see it!

An amazing moot of mine made me this <333 YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARW SO I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUUU <33

Mine and @theduchessr’s cat we adopted :D little cutie is called Iris!!

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ YOU’VE GOT SUCH A PRETTY FACE, BUT SUCH A DIRTY MOUTH... girl-who-lived reality intro!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° aurora iris evans-rosier [born sept. 10, 1986] is the girl-who-survived. i was born in cardiff, wales to lillian jessamine evans-meadowes & pandora syrena evans-rosier as the oldest of 2 children. i’m the goddaughter of my uncle evan & marlene thaleia mckinnon. i am the reincarnation of my aunt, liliana amour rosier (aka myself). on october 31, 1988 my family was attacked by voldemort who wanted to kill me because of the prophecy. my mothers & sister were spared and when voldemort used avada kedavra to kill me, the spell ricocheted back onto him and killed him. like harry, the spell resulted in me getting a lightning bolt scar that resembles actual lightning and goes down from the top right of my forehead to just under my right eye. anyways, i grew up with my mothers & sister luna in cardiff and it’s now my first year at hogwarts but i’ll be sorted into slytherin instead of gryffindor.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° my family

༉‧₊˚. lillian jessamine "lily" evans-rosier [born jan. 30, 1960] is the over-protective mama bear. she was born in cardiff, wales to william parker evans & iris camellia evans née laurel as the youngest of 2 daughters. she has long curly fiery red hair, light green eyes, freckles all over her face & body and is plus-sized. when she was 7 years old, she & her family moved to cokeworth after her father was offered a better job. she met severus snape who told her about the wizarding world after seeing her perform magic. when she started hogwarts, she almost became a hat-stall as the hat decided between ravenclaw & gryffindor. she started dating my ma in her 5th year and the two got married shortly after my birth. she was the one to carry and give birth to me & i was conceived with the help of my uncle evan, who’d happily agreed to be a sperm donor for my moms.

༉‧₊˚. pandora syrena evans-rosier [born jul. 9, 1961] is the eccentric & calming mother. she was born in montpellier, france to sylvestre henri rosier & amélie gisèle rosier née dupont as the 3rd of 4 children with her twin brother, evan. she has long wavy platinum blonde hair, light blue eyes, soft regal features, a warm smile & very light freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. unlike the rest of her family, she was sorted into ravenclaw. at just 5 years old, she befriended regulus arcturus black ii almost immediately and practically adopted him as her own brother. it's extremely rare to see her angry but when it does happen, she prefers to use hexes she came up with all on her own. she fell in love with my mama the moment she first met her in her 2nd year. she was the one to carry and give birth to luna with xenophilius lovegood as the sperm donor.

༉‧₊˚. luna calytrix evans-rosier [born feb. 13, 1988] is the whimsical little sister. she was born in cardiff, wales to lillian jessamine evans-rosier & pandora syrena evans-rosier as the youngest of 2 children. she is french-chinese with long wavy platinum blonde hair & light blue eyes. we are very close and i’m very protective of her. she inherited our ma’s seer abilities. she’s the goddaughter of regulus arcturus black ii & dorcas rosalia meadowes.

༉‧₊˚. liliana amour rosier [born sept. 10, 1959] is the deceased aunt. she was born in montpellier, france to sylvestre henri rosier & amélie gisèle rosier née dupont as the oldest of 4 children. according to both of my mothers, i look exactly like my aunt liliana did except for the lightning scar. she was killed by death eaters in april 1986 with the sectumsempra curse during a mission.

༉‧₊˚. evan sylvestre rosier [born jul. 9, 1961] is the laid back uncle. he was born in montpellier, france to sylvestre henri rosier & amélie gisèle rosier née dupont as the 2nd of 4 children with his twin sister, pandora. he has wavy platinum blonde hair, light blue eyes, soft regal features & very light freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. growing up he was extremely close with regulus arcturus black ii and the two, alongside pandora, were inseparable. he's very protective of his siblings & nieces and isn't afraid to hex anyone who insults them. he isn't a blood supremacist but would happily use any of the extremely dark curses found in the rosier manor library.

༉‧₊˚. felix alain rosier [born dec. 19, 1968] is the dragon enthusiast uncle. he was born in montpellier, france to sylvestre henri rosier & amélie gisèle rosier née dupont as the youngest of 4 children. he has wavy golden blonde hair, green eyes & light freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. he was the result of an accidental pregnancy. growing up, he's always admired all 3 of his siblings and looked up to them, especially evan. he currently works at the same romania dragon sanctuary that charlie weasley does & the two are best friends.

༉‧₊˚. petunia azalea evans [born dec. 26, 1957] is the distant aunt. she was born in cardiff, wales to william parker evans & iris camellia evans née laurel as the oldest of 2 daughters. she has long wavy strawberry blonde hair, light blue eyes and freckles all over her face & body. when she was 9 years old, she & her family moved to cokeworth after her father was offered a better job. when mama first started showing signs of magic, petunia started to become jealous as their parents showed mama more attention. growing up, she became butter & jealous and her relationship with my mama soured tremendously. when mama started hogwarts, petunia never sent any letters and would ignore all the ones that she received. after she heard that mama could’ve died though, she reached out to make sure her little sister was okay. while their relationship is still distant, the two call every now & then and she even visits us with dudley once a month. she doesn’t hate magic as much and has slowly warmed up to the idea of it. she divorced vernon when i was 7 years old and managed to get full custody of dudley.

༉‧₊˚. dudley dursley [born jun. 23, 1987] is the curious cousin. he was born in surrey, england to vernon dursley & petunia azalea evans. he has watery blue eyes, thick wavy strawberry blonde hair, light freckles all over his face & is plus-sized. he’s much different than in canon and doesn’t hate magic. we get along pretty well and he loves visiting us every month. he adores luna and is protective of her. he’s ever so slowly been convincing petunia to move to cardiff so that he can just visit whenever he wants to.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° james fleamont potter [born mar. 27, 1960] is the lord to the most ancient & most noble house of potter. he was born in liverpool, england as the only child to fleamont harrison potter & euphemia ximena potter née aguilar-ramírez. he is the nephew of charlus henry potter & dorea alhena potter née black. he & my aunt liliana started dating in their 6th year and were supposed to get married in december 1986 but she was killed before that could happen. after her death, he left england and started traveling the world up until 2003 when he came back & took the job of tranfiguration professor at hogwarts. even after he returned to england he still kept his distance from my family.

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"Booloo's Weird Mysteries" Clip

Day? Wednesday afternoon-early evening.

“Okay, so you don’t have anything? What I do is go for the paper mâché volcano route.” Booloo smirked, placing materials on the covered table. “It ALWAYS wins. No ifs, ands, or buts. In my school, if you had this, you were the king of the science fair.”

Isaac sighed as he spun in a swivel chair, with Jack playing with Booloo’s wand idly, Heather working with cables and a lemon, Ace trying to focus on writing notes and Iris keeping Icarus and Olivia from flirting on Isaac’s bed.

“Jack, come on, you need to work with me.”

“Fine.” He walked closer.

“You see this cardboard circle? Glue it to the base. I’ll get started on the container that’ll be shaped into the mountain.”

“I better get an A for this…”

Tiffany rushed over with some craft paint, scissors, glue and a stapler. “Okay, ready to work on my poster board!”

“Wooo! What’s your experiment?”

“How long can a teenager run without taking a break?” Tiffany said. “I got a few gym friends to help me, then I calculated the average and in conclusion…we need those breaks to keep going.”

“That’s a good one.” Booloo nodded.

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With the help of Avatar Aang and friends, can the royal fire siblings find their mother? And even if they do, what will become of their family and their nation? Do some scars run too deep to ever heal?

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Tag dump 6

The seer. (Iris)

Npc; Carlisle.

Npc; Pete.

Npc; Kathy.

[viscerawrites]

eye splitter ; a wip intro.

genre(s) // fantasy, horror.

setting // a world known as Tevraneh.

overall goal // full novel, at least 50-60k.

narrative // third person, multiple povs.

content warnings // eye trauma, graphic violence, major character death, abuse & manipulation, religious themes & trauma, cannibalism, referenced violence against sex workers, attempted murder, implied incestuous abuse, implied necrophilia, dissociation, self-harm, hallucinations, unreality, ableism, elements of racism towards fantasy species, potentially more.

a glossary with terms used in this post can be found here.

eye splitter taglist: @space-writes @foxboyclit

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about the wip, as of now.

In the world of Tevraneh, the eyes aren’t just a window to the soul; they are the soul.

Ja’Seen Ithur knows this fact intimately. Born into a blood-house that considers his blind right eye to be a gift, with lessened worldly sight allowing for heightened soul-sight, Ja’Seen was taught to hone his abilities as a Seer from a young age.

Now highly proficient in the navigation and understanding of the Vitafilum (the unseen threads which connect and weave together all possible pasts, presents, and futures), Ja’Seen’s visions have become second nature to him. He finds sanctity in his gift. Purpose.

When he begins to experience sudden moments of foreboding and fleeting, shapeless impressions of sinister possibilities, his attempts to follow the threads of Vitafilum are met with a resistance he’s never witnessed. The nightmares start shortly after. Though most go forgotten at the moment of his waking, there is one he remembers, one that always returns: a woman, standing on the other side of his family’s river and bleeding from empty eye sockets.

Then he sees her in his waking life. Standing on the other side of the river with her eyes intact.

It’s a beginning as much as it is an ending.

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meet the cast.

Ja’Seen Ithur (he/him); a Human Seer in Nilbergh and kin of the Kathuri-Nal. Born blind in one eye, which his blood-house hails as a sacred gift, and was subsequently trained in honing his soul-sight from the time he could speak.

Kitty Nehvee, full name Katina Nehvee (xe/xem & she/her); a Vulpeverto who runs bets for fox hunts (and then sabotages them). Always on the move with xyr son, Tomas, who xe is a single parent to.

Tomas Nehvee (he/him); a teenaged Vulpeverto and skilled pickpocket, though he’s best at thievery through charm and deception. Deeply bonded to his parent, Kitty, and considers xem his best friend.

Widower, also known by his fidenomen Xe Ligettsu (he/him); a rare type of omijhek known as a Penthos Recluse, typically hidden away in the heart of the Spider Silk Wood. In fidusias with The Overgrowth.

The Overgrowth (he/it); a seemingly one-of-a-kind mikhaje who personifies the darkest and wildest parts of the Spider Silk Woods, in fidusias with Widower. Has a body, though he’ll never tell you where it is.

Daanika Wylie (she/her); a Human and a working girl in Serton Valley. The sole survivor of a brutal serial killer — an encounter which left her with permanent scars and damaged eyes.

Lavender, full name Akele Lavender Yefrahen (she/her); a Human born into Of Mine Iris — a secretive and insidious cult that claims to follow the Dei Suipsius. Raised for a great purpose that she still does not see the reality of.

Sylwin (she/her); a Thalessentre who has worn the Veil of Phrike since she was just a youngling. Born in an estuary connecting the Selnethe and Blackbloom rivers to the Skeleton Sea, which is considered a terrible omen by her shoal.

The Eye Splitter (it/they/she); No one you know. Not yet.

[slobstation]

marauder (greek) demi-Gods

marauders godly parents assigning, (in my fic)

THIS IS CONSTANTLY GETTING UPDATED !!

these are the cabins in my Marauders x Percy Jackson AU i am in the process of writing!! some of them do not have assigned godly parents because i am keeping it private until the fic is started.

James Potter [ Apollo , Cabin Seven ]

Regulus Black [ Hades , Cabin Thirteen ]

Sirius Black [ a surprise. ]

Remus Lupin [ Athena , Cabin Six ]

Lily Evan’s [ Artemis ; Hunter / Maiden , Cabin Eight ]

Mary McDonald [ Aphrodite , Cabin Ten ]

Peter Pettigrew [ Unclaimed , Cabin Eleven ] [ Parent , Undecided ]

Marlene McKinnon [ Ares , Cabin Five ]

Dorcas Meadows [ a surprise. ]

Pandora (unknown) [ Iris , Cabin Fourteen ]

Evan Rosier [ Nike , Cabin Seventeen ]

Barty Crouch Jr [ Dionysus , Cabin Twelve ]

Gideon Prewett [ Hermes , Cabin Eleven ]

Fabian Prewett [ Hermes , Cabin Eleven ]

Molly Prewett [ Seer ]

Author Weasley [ Satyr ]

Frank Longbottom [ Demeter , Cabin Four ]

Alice Fortescue [ Hephaestus , Cabin Nine ]

Emmeline Vance [ A Surprise ]

etc etc…

opinions? recommendations? other more fade into the background characters?

[khr-guilded-cage]

The SYMBOLIST of a Greek Mythology Crossover in PJO X KHR crossover!!!!

Prometheus stealing 'Fire' aka Dying Will Flames/Soul Fire from the Gods.

Iris begin the creator of the Six Elements Flames

Hestia creating Sky Flames to be the 'Heart' of the other Flames

Vongola begin 'clams' and a lot of water/sea symbolist when dealing with Skull, Neomaris and Seirena.

Luce! Begin! A! SEER!

Aria, Yuni and Luce as Mother, Maiden and Crone

[hellisateenagewerewolf]

VIKINGS

SILVER BONES

Prologue

Summary

Iris is a Viking goddess, daughter of the powerful warrior-queen Lagertha and the god-like figure Ragnar. When Lagertha casts her out, fearing her daughter’s growing power and potential to surpass her, Iris is forced to grow up with her father and brothers in the harsh Viking world. As Iris matures, she becomes entangled in a complicated relationship with Ivar, her brother—one marked by growing tension, desire, and a dangerous pull of attraction.

This forbidden bond only escalates as both Iris and Ivar wrestle with their destinies and roles in their family’s legacy. However, the conflict between their parents reaches a breaking point when Lagertha, in a moment of deep betrayal, kills Ivar’s mother. This brutal act sparks an all-out war between Iris’s family and Ivar’s, plunging them into a world of violence, bloodshed, and fractured loyalties.

Amid the chaos, Iris must confront her dual heritage—caught between her divine lineage and the mortal, violent world she was born into. She grapples with her identity, torn between her love for Ivar and the loyalty to a family that once rejected her. The story weaves themes of forbidden love, betrayal, and the destructive nature of ambition, as both families clash in a bloody, inevitable conflict.

Settings : Viking Era

Warning: 18+

Theme song : Nothing Matters by The last dinner party

It was a dark cool night, everyone was sleeping peacefully. Except for one person; Lagertha . For what she didn’t know was that the gods were watching her but more importantly watching her womb for it was about to unleash complete and utter destruction upon the world.

Laying in bed Lagertha began to stir, she was dreaming, a terrible dream. She was drowning, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of dark blue water. Her long white gown gifted to her body through her dream was swaying gracefully against the currents. Her long beautiful hair free of braids shaped around her body as if it was a crown placed upon her head. As she kept floating what she didn’t see was a long cold hand reaching deep into the water and pulling her out harshly. The sound of the water beat against her ears and the waves shook her body.

Experiencing this odd blessing of the gods Lagertha jumped out of her sleep, gasping for air, her hand clutching her chest, tears falling down her face. Quickly realizing she jumped out of her bed grabbing her cloak and placing her shoes on. Turning around behind her she started at the empty bed behind her. Tired of seeing that she was alone with no one except for this horrible excuse for a husband, but she had no baby, which she has desperately wanted since Bjorn has grown older, she closed her eyes with grief and began her journey through the storm to the all knowing , the one that knew what she would eventually unleash into the world ; The seer.

running through the village Lagertha frantically left her foot prints in the mud. she was scared, what could have the dream meant. the harsh wind and the nonstop rain drenching and whipping her every which way. Lagertha had no clue what was happening all she knew was something was gonna happen better yet someone was gonna happen, but who ?

to busy in her thoughts she didn't notice that the seer was looking for as well. he stood in the middle of the village, hood cloaked over him and the black abyss of shadows covering his face. if she didnt know of the seer she would have thought he was the gods coming to claim her life. " what is this ? do you know what it was" Lagertha frantically pushed out. of her mouth as she quickly approached the seer.

Not saying anything he just stares down at her. The two just stood there, rain pounding down on them, the lightning drowning their ears with sound. " why won't you answer me, what does it mean ?" shouted Lagertha, she was being to get fed up. The seer just tilts his head the left, " Those who fear thy they carry " softly spoke the seer as he raised his hand up to lagertha gently placing it upon her stomach " thy will be destroyed by whom thy creates, so thy must end creations for all time, or thy will grow to create with destruction "

hearing the seers word lagertha's face began to be painted In fear. scared she slaps the seers hand off her stomach" you make no sense I can't carry another, I have tried" fed up with the seer Lagertha begins to turn and walk away but not before turning to look at the seer " I should have killed you for you tell me nothing but lies and utter nonsense for you told me yourself that I can't carry another".

--- kattegat ---

Lagertha was resting in front of the fire eating for she had just finished a long travel to Kattegat to fight with Ragnar. Bjorn was still excited to be reunited with his father so he was in the house playing with is new discovered brothers. Lagertha didn't want to see the children or Aslaug for she didn't know what she would to her right now.

standing at the entrance of their hut stood Ragnar. He was staring at Lagertha, she was beautiful with her big blue eyes and her long blonde hair. but what he loved the most was how fierce she was , no one could stop Lagertha. seeing her husband at the threshold Aslaug started to feel jealous. " Ragnar, come I want to show you something" spoke Aslaug trying to find anyway to get his attention back on her. Not caring about anything in this moment but the beautiful fierce woman that was once and still is the love of his life, Ragnar quickly left the hut but not before lying to Aslaug " Im gonna go check on Bjorn" with him quickly rushing out he never noticed that bjorn was in their bedroom playing with the children.

not scared but still nervous Ragnar slowly walked up to Lagertha and sat in front of her. not saying anything he picked up a plate of food and began eating, occasionally he looked up just to make eye contact with her. Not in the mood for his games Lagertha spoke up " don't you have a wife and children to look after" she spat while tilting her head and smirked. rolling his neck Ragnar swallowed his food while setting bowl down. " Cant I see an old friend" raising his eyebrow he dared her to speak.

Tired of his shit she stood up and began walking to her tent that was kindly set up by her men. Not willing to lose the catch Ragnar began to follow her, pulling the flap to her tent open and stepping inside as if he owned the place. Lagertha unknowing began to remove her jewelry while occasionally sipping the mead on her stand. once her jewelry was off she began taking her armor off. Being as infatuated and longing as Ragnar was he stood in the shadows watching as Lagertha began undressing.

" I'm no fool Ragnar I know you are there " stopping mid way with taking her clothes off she turn around and stares directly where he stood. guilty he walked into the light his eyes holding a glimmer in it, like they were hiding something, something that hasn't been let out in years. " what are you doing in my tent, if you seek pleasure ask your wife" not liking what he heard Ragnar scuffs in dislike while rolling his eyes " Lagertha let me ask you something, have you remarried ? " caught off guard lagertha rolled her eyes " what I have done in my life is none of your business"

" uhh but see it is because you are important to me and I know even if you don't our story is not over yet" starring in disbelief and anger she quickly turn around grabbing the cup of mead and threw it at Ragnar " you have no right to say that for you slept with another" nodding Ragnar walked closer to her closing her in so she can't escape. " I know what I have done but the seer, the gods tell me you are holding something, something that must be done, something that only we as one must complete"

hearing his words lagertha snapped she picked up anything she could find and began to beat Ragnar with it . Item after item thrown just to make him feel the pain she was feeling. dodging every item Ragnar swiftly mad his way to her capturing her in his arms, flushing her body against his. They both stood there, eyes locked, breath fanning each others face. They both knew what they wanted but both struggled to make a move for one was scorned and the other was in the wrong.

but no matter how hard they fought it, it will always be just Lagertha and Ragnar, no matter how many times she was scorned and he was wrong. their blood and their bodies will always be drawn to each other for the gods knew what they were planning and what they needed to be created, and there was only two people who could create the blood of a god .

Unknowing that it was the gods that set them up they laid together that night creating the start and end to the world.

THE NEXT MORNING

The sky was gloomy, and Ragnar was still naked but not alone. His body was embraced with lagertha’s body. Both of the exhausted and sweaty from their nightly activities, just slayed there. Eyes closed and face relaxed as there bodies finally got to feel the touch of one another. But even thought Ragnar may be peaceful, the consequences definitely weren’t. For he had to face the wrath, Aslaug.

The camp was awake and everyone was wondering where Ragnar was. Ragnar was currently standing in lagertha’s tent putting his clothes back on. As he pulled his shirt on he turned his head slightly to start at lagertha.

The woman he once loved, the woman he will always love. He stared, memorizing the curve of her body, the feeling of her skin as the caressed each other. He knew what he had done and why, yes he may love aslaug but deep down he will always cherish LAGERTHA for she is the carrier of his heart .

Coming back to reality Ragnar shook his head as he rubbed his face with both hands. Turning around he hastily pulled the door open and left hoping no one saw. As he walked away one tear slightly ran down his poker face as his heart broke even more as He knew that he would never have her again.

Later that day

The fire crackled in the hearth, the warmth of the flames contrasting sharply with the coldness that had settled in Aslaug’s heart. She sat in their shared chamber, her pregnant belly swollen with the child she carried—a son, she hoped, though at this moment, it mattered little. The flickering shadows cast by the fire danced on the stone walls, but the room felt far too small, too suffocating, for the storm that raged inside her.

Aslaug had always known the complexity of Ragnar’s heart. She had accepted that he was a man of many loves, many desires—his passion was a wild, untamed force, much like the land they ruled. But she had never expected to find herself in this position—betrayed, humiliated, and utterly broken.

The door to their chamber opened slowly, the sound of the wood creaking faintly, and Ragnar entered. He looked weary, battle-worn, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eyes—satisfaction, perhaps even smugness.

He closed the door behind him and stood still for a moment, as if sensing the tension in the air. His gaze drifted to Aslaug, but she refused to meet his eyes. Instead, she stared into the fire, her hands folded over her pregnant belly.

“Aslaug,” Ragnar said softly, taking a step forward. “I’ve returned.”

“Yes, I can see that,” she replied, her voice cold, cutting through the air like a knife. “It must have been a very pleasant return, Ragnar.” Ragnar’s brow furrowed. He took another step, closer now, his hand outstretched as if to touch her, to calm her. But Aslaug recoiled, a sharp hiss escaping her lips. The hurt in her eyes was clear, but it was the fury that truly showed.

“You went to her,” Aslaug said, her voice rising, betraying the shaking rage beneath. “You spent the night with Lagertha.” The words felt like venom on her tongue, each syllable dripping with betrayal. She stood up abruptly, her hands gripping her swollen belly for support as she took a step toward him.

Ragnar opened his mouth to speak, but Aslaug silenced him with a raised hand.

“Do not try to explain,” she spat. “I have no patience for your lies, Ragnar. I know what you did.”

The truth hit her like a wave. She could feel the weight of it pressing on her chest. Lagertha. The woman who had been his first love, the one he had left behind for her—Aslaug. And yet, after everything, she was still there. Still in his heart. Still in his bed.

“How could you?” Aslaug’s voice cracked, and she fought to keep the tears at bay. “I am carrying your child, Ragnar. A son who will carry your name. And you choose her. You choose the woman who has always haunted us both.”

Ragnar stepped forward, this time reaching for her arm, his grip gentle but firm.

“Aslaug,” he said, his tone softer now. “You know how I feel about you, about this family. Lagertha… she was my past. But you, Aslaug, you are my future.”Aslaug jerked away from him, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt.

“My future?” she scoffed bitterly, tears threatening to spill over. “You slept with her. You spent the night with her, Ragnar. Tell me that was about the future. Tell me that was about us.”

Ragnar’s face twisted with guilt, and he lowered his gaze, his hands resting at his sides.“I didn’t mean for it to happen like that,” he murmured. “It was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” Aslaug’s voice shook with a mixture of disbelief and fury. “Do you think I am some fool, Ragnar? Do you think I will accept that as an answer? Do you think I will allow you to walk in and out of my life, betraying me with her, like it’s nothing?”

She took a step back, her chest heaving with emotion, her pregnant belly between them like an invisible barrier.

“You say you want me to bear your child. But do you truly want me, Ragnar? Or do you want me as a possession, a way to hold onto the family you think you should have? While you play with your first love in the dark corners of our home.”

Ragnar swallowed hard, guilt and regret swirling in his chest. He had no defense. No words to fix this, not with Aslaug’s fury so raw, so painfully clear. “I never meant to hurt you,” he said, his voice rough, strained.Aslaug shook her head, her eyes flashing with something more than hurt—pride.

“Then why do you?” she whispered, the pain seeping into every syllable. “Why do you wound me with every touch, with every word? You cannot have both of us, Ragnar. Not now. Not ever again.”

There was a long, tense silence between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Ragnar stared at her, unable to find the words that might undo the damage he had caused.Aslaug turned away from him, her body trembling with the mix of rage, hurt, and something darker—a decision that had begun to form deep within her.

“I will bear your son,” she said coldly, her voice low. “But make no mistake, Ragnar. You will never have me again.” And with that, she turned her back on him, her hand resting against her belly as if it could shield her from the pain.

Ragnar stood there, motionless, his heart sinking with the weight of his actions. But Aslaug had already made up her mind. There would be no going back for either of them. The walls between them had already been built—high, strong, and unyielding.

And it was all his doing.

Months later

It was a cold rainy day, labor nurses were running around like chickens with their heads cut off . Each nurse was grabbing something, water, towels, sterile tools, herbs, anything they thought could help.

Everyone was freighted due to their jarl giving birth. “Aaaahhhh” yelled lagertha ,as her womb was trying to force a child out of her. A child that she was told she’ll never have. A child that will grow up to be stronger than any person ever to grace the earth. all the wet nurses finally gathered around into the room of Lagertha. placing all their equipment down the began to work. one nurse began to knot sheets on to the bed post on each side; so that Lagertha will have something to grip. the other nurse grabbed a cool cloth and began to wipe the sweat of her head.

As they were working the head nurse came in, rolling up her sleeves and pulling a stool infant pf the bed in order to help birth Lagerthas baby. " water please ", yelled the head nurse as she held her hands up to be cleaned. quickly running over one of the assistants began to quickly clean her hands.

frantic Lagertha just laid there , eyes blood shot, face covered in sweat. she was thinking why ? how did this happen to her ? why was she meant to have this baby when she couldn't have the others. she may have been confused but there was someone who new exactly what they were doing ; THE GODS .

pulling lagertha's thin white undergown up over her legs and began to measure how dilated she was. " jarl it's time for you to push , this baby wants out." hearing this the other nurses began to help adjust the jarl. Lagertha turned over on to all fours and wrapped each arm into one of the sheets knotted to the bed.

The emotion of pure pain rushed through her veins. Pushing as hard as she could lagertha screamed releasing the sound of child birth. “ jarl please you need to breathe” said the worried midwife .” Fuck off I will breathe as I please “ yelled a sweaty and frustrated lagertha.

The bed and her body soaked in sweat and child birth. Still pushing lagertha started to lose strength dropping down to rest on her elbow. Fire that's all she felt shoot through her body. From her head to her toes. " what is happening to me !!!"yelled lagertha as tears bridged her eyes. Scared to answer the midwife stayed quiet as they never seen anything like this before.

The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the distant sound of the northern winds howling against the walls. Inside, the room was tense with the anticipation of life and death, for a child was about to be born—a child whose fate was bound to the gods themselves. upon the birthing bed, her body slick with sweat, her face contorted in pain. The iron strength she had wielded in countless battles was nowhere to be found in this moment. Instead, she was at the mercy of an ancient force—one that would either tear her apart or bring forth life into the world.

Lagertha could not focus. Not on her breath, not on the midwife’s words. All she could feel was the power, the raw, untamed force of the birth. The child inside her was not just a mortal infant—it was something more. Even in her pain, Lagertha could sense it, as if the very blood running through her veins was infused with ancient magic.

With a guttural cry, Lagertha’s body twisted, her muscles strained, and the world around her seemed to fade, leaving only the darkness and the agony. She could hear the voices of the gods in the wind, whispers of something great, something powerful. And then, the moment came.

The room was filled with the sharp, bloody scent of birth, but it was accompanied by something else—something that made the air crackle with energy. The child’s first cry was not a mere wail. It was a roar, primal and wild, like the voice of the earth itself, calling out to the heavens.

Lagertha, exhausted and trembling, opened her eyes just as the midwife placed the child in her arms. Her breath hitched as she gazed down at the infant, the glow of the fire dancing in the child’s dark, raven-black hair. The newborn’s skin, smeared with blood, seemed to shimmer faintly with an otherworldly light, a soft, ethereal glow that sent a chill down Lagertha’s spine.

The baby’s eyes, though not yet open, seemed to hold an ancient knowledge, a depth that went beyond her years. There was a fire in those eyes, a fierce light that seemed to burn from within. Lagertha’s heart skipped a beat as she realized that this child was no ordinary mortal. This was a child of destiny—a child who would walk among the gods and the warriors.

The midwife, her hands trembling as she wiped the child’s face, whispered in awe, “She is marked by the gods, Lagertha. This one will be great. The gods themselves have chosen her.”

Lagertha’s eyes filled with tears, a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. She held the child close, her breath ragged as she whispered, “Isis. Her name will be Isis.” As the fire crackled and the wind howled outside, Lagertha could feel the presence of something larger than herself—the weight of prophecy, the weight of fate. She had given birth not just to a daughter, but to a force that would shape the world. The pain, the blood, the terror—those things were nothing compared to the weight of the future.

The room seemed to darken, as though the night itself had come to claim the moment, and yet the fire blazed brightly, casting long shadows across Lagertha’s face. She looked down at her daughter, her heart filled with both awe and fear. This child was destined for greatness, for war, for the gods. And though Lagertha had borne many battles, this was the greatest of them all.

As the wind howled louder, as if in response to the birth of the child, Lagertha knew in her heart that the world would never be the same. The gods had given her a daughter—one who would grow to wield power and wrath beyond mortal understanding. And when the time came, Isis would rise like a storm, fierce and unstoppable.

The birth had been bloody. It had been painful. But it had been mystical—marked by the gods, bound by destiny.

And so, the child of the north, the daughter of Lagertha, was born.

The world had just begun to tremble.

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Spirit Meets the Bones - X

Genre: Angst/Romance  Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse. Please be mindful: some implied language may be found triggering. ​​

shoutout to my darling @abruisedmuse for being on this journey with me <3

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Lucien and Elain looked up from their breakfast as Eris paused at their gate, glancing at them seated on their front porch. They had been residing in a beautiful home on the outskirts of the Day Court Palace for a few months now, choosing a life separate from the previous ones they’d both known.

Of course, it was also because his brother was the heir to the Day Court and a very limited number of people aside from himself knew this information now.

To everyone else, Lucien and Elain lived here courtesy of his emissary connections and Helion’s sudden interest in Elain’s seer abilities. Nothing more, nothing less.

Eris swallowed, frozen where he stood, fists clenched at his sides as he debated whether to move forward or go back with the way his brother and sister-in-law watched him, concerned.

“You’ll have to come a little closer for breakfast. If I throw it at you, I don't think you would catch it from over there.” Elain coaxed gently and Eris glanced at her then with a breath, he began walking towards them. 

“Is mother alright?” Lucien asked immediately, standing as Eris joined them.

“She’s fine,” Eris said tiredly, sinking into a chair between them. “As fine as she can be with my father still, unfortunately, alive.”

Lucien and Elain exchanged a glance.

“Then what’s wrong? Has your wife kicked you out already?” Lucien said as he took his seat again, eyeing Eris.

“Lucien!” Elain reprimanded and shot him a scowl, but Lucien only grinned at his mate and blew her a kiss. Elain rolled her eyes but allowed it before turning back to Eris. “Should we be worried you’re here so early?” 

Eris scowled, quiet for a moment. It was probably a mistake to come to his brother and his brother's mate who were disgustingly and happily mated and married, when he was currently not feeling the happiness of matrimony. His face heated.

Elain slowly pushed a cup of tea towards him, watching him with wide eyes. Lucien kicked him under the table. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked his brother again and Eris sighed.

He sat back in his chair and looked up at the morning sky — so peaceful, the sun so bright in this spacious court. His lips went into a thin line debating how much he should share. How much should he say?

A lifetime ago, he would’ve rather choked on faebane than discuss anything with Lucien, but things were different now. They had reconciled in an unexpected way, mostly thanks to Elain whom he truly cherished like a sister. Every single thing he had kept to himself over the years about his father, about his own feelings towards Lucien, about any involvement he had with Lucien’s life — had all come out and Lucien in return, hadn’t held back. It had been a slow mend, but it was one Eris held dearly.

Three years had passed and so many things had changed between them all for the better. They were better. 

Still, he balked at the idea of talking about Iris. Talking about his feelings. His mother was one thing but this…

“My wife is a delight.” he said dryly.

Lucien and Elain exchanged another look, both holding back slight smiles.

“Is she pretty?” Elain asked and leaned towards him, resting her chin in her hands. It reminded Eris of when Iris had done that same gesture and he frowned.

“Unfortunately.” 

“How can that be unfortunate!” Elain asked with a laugh and shoved him lightly. Eris gave her a reluctant smile.

“It’s unfortunate because he can’t decide if he likes her or wants to throttle her,” Lucien said with a snort and Eris waved a hand towards his brother as Elain gave them both a reproachful look.

“Don’t talk about her like that! That’s rude,” she said and pointed at Lucien who held up his hands with a chuckle. 

“He’s not wrong,” Eris said with a snort of his own. “She’s breathtaking but has quite the temper and frankly, kind of a pain in the ass.”

“Is her temper the reason why you left your breathtaking wife and joined us here early in the morning?” she asked, and Eris paused here. He debated once more, exactly how forward he should be.

He pursed his lips, his cheeks reddening slightly before he very, very quietly said, “It’s…not going quite well at the moment.” 

A beat of silence passed then Lucien slammed his hand on the table.

“Pay up, dove. I told you he would be a little bitch about it.” Lucien said and held out his hand, but Elain smacked his hand away with a scowl and turned back to Eris who flipped Lucien off with a glare.

“What do you mean?” she asked calmly, now sliding a plate of food toward him.

“My father,” Eris said dully and all mirth left Lucien’s body as he sat up slowly.

“What did he do?”

“What he does best — ruin my life.” he muttered and with more of Elain’s gentle coaxing and Lucien’s very aggressive shoving, Eris recapped snippets of what happened, leaving out all the details he didn’t think Iris would appreciate anyone else knowing. 

“We had a lovely continuation of the bitterness this morning. Which made everything worse.” Eris muttered. “Whatever fragile thing we had went up in flames because my father is an asshole, and she couldn’t take it. And then she was an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back.”

“Just two peas in an asshole pod, huh?” Lucien asked and Eris scowled at him. Lucien held up his hands again, but the twitch of his lips had Eris rolling his eyes. 

“Mother keeps talking about kindness but I’m unsure where the hell that’s supposed to come from.” he said dully and frowned, pushing his teacup around. 

Elain pursed her lips, watching him. “But didn’t you say it was going well at first? You two were getting along?”

“Yes.”

“Then the problem isn’t the two of you.” Elain said simply and Eris blinked at her. 

“Did you miss the part where I said we were being assholes to each other?”

“We all know who triggered that,” Lucien said with a snort. “Our — your father is the source of every single problem within our family.”

Eris frowned again. “That’s fair.”

“Where did you tell her you were going this morning?” Elain asked. 

“I didn’t tell her.”

“You just...left?” Lucien asked with raised brows.

“We weren’t exactly on the best-speaking terms.” he grumbled, and Elain exchanged a look with Lucien then chuckled. 

“Do you want my opinion?”

“No, I just came to steal your food and kick Lucien.” he replied with a snort and promptly kicked Lucien, who kicked him right back.

Elain shot them both a look before she stirred her tea and spoke, “I think you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself. The last serious relationship you were in was so long ago and it didn’t end well. But Iris is different. She’s your wife but she’s also not used to your family dynamic. She’s not used to you.” she said quietly, and Eris’s fingers clenched. “You can’t be surprised that she reacted that way. Being told about Beron is one thing...experiencing him is another. It was a stressful situation for the both of you.”

“I know this. I know.” he said quietly and looked at Lucien. “But you know he’s going to make things worse. How much more sneaking can I do? How much more hiding? Every move I make is a risk. On myself. On mother. And now on her. I can’t even pretend to tolerate my wife because he’ll twist it. I can’t even be nice to her in front of him —”

Elain squeezed his hand as his volume rose and Eris leaned his head back and took a deep breath. 

“Eris, remember that he needs you.” Lucien said quietly, shooting his brother a sympathetic look. “He needs you and that kills him. Make Iris a boundary he can’t cross. Force it if you have to.”

Eris swallowed and was quiet for a moment, his eyes up at the sky. “I can only force so much before he thinks she’s too important. There’s so much more to lose with her in the picture. She’s an unexpected variable now and I don’t know how to —” he paused and glared at the sky. “I don’t know what I was expecting but this wasn’t it.” 

“What exactly were you expecting?” Elain asked him with a small smile and Eris shrugged.

“I don’t know. A viper only interested in money I can give her and leaves me alone. Or maybe a cowering thing that cried at the sight of me who would also leave me alone.” he muttered. “I don’t know which would be easier to ignore.” 

Lucien rolled his eyes at his brother. “So, either one as long as you had nothing to do with her?”

“Yes.” 

“That doesn’t seem like a happy marriage.” Elain remarked and Eris looked at her with furrowed brows.

“Who said anything about happy?”

Elain and Lucien exchanged another glance before turning to look at him. 

“So, you’re telling me,” Lucien began and gave his brother a knowing look. “That all this time you’ve spent with Iris so far, there wasn’t a moment you could see yourself being truly happy with her?”

Eris pursed his lips and immediately, the moment of them at the piano popped into his head. He scowled. He had known from that first night that he wanted it to work. That there was something about her that was...more.

His scowl deepened. “It doesn’t matter. My father will ruin anything. There’s no point in trying.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong, you fool.” Elain chided, swatting his hand. “Trying is the most important part of it. Nothing works without effort.”

“Besides, the Eris I know wouldn’t wait for me to tell him to do something about Beron.” Lucien added. “You would’ve already done something.”

“I did already,” Eris replied with a wave of his hand. “You know how easily I can annoy him with little things. I’m sure he’ll call on me the moment I return to yell at me.”

“Good,” Lucien said, sitting back. “You’re good at annoying him all on your own but if you need anything from me, let me know.”

Eris shot him a small smile. “I can’t even ask you for relationship advice since you’re so terrible at it. Why would I ask you about anything else?”

“My wife is literally sitting right here.” 

Eris turned to Elain. “He’s terrible, isn’t he?”

“Just the worst.” Elain said with a grin and Lucien rolled his eyes. 

Eris had to look away as they exchanged a look too full of love for him to witness. He was starting to regret his visit. He shouldn’t have come here and burdened anyone else with his problems. It was like his mouth had gotten used to sharing things and now he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. Clearly —

A swift kick to his shin had Eris swearing as he glared at Lucien. “What the fuck was that for?”

“You’re overthinking. Shut the fuck up.”

“Honestly, Eris. You know we want to be a part of your life and love when you share things with us.” Elain said gently with a knowing smile. “I know we couldn’t be at the wedding but that doesn’t change that we want to have a relationship with Iris too.”

“I’m still trying to have a relationship with her.” he said with a scoff and Elain rolled her eyes as Lucien chuckled.

“Well, ask yourself this,” Lucien began. “Since you are, generally, a giant pain in everyone’s ass on the regular —”

“Well, fuck you too brother.”

“— do you want to be a pain in the ass for her too?” 

Eris pursed his lips. Of course, he didn’t. He wanted it to work. Badly. The tips of his ears heated just thinking about how badly he wanted to have an actual relationship with his wife.

“Not on purpose, I guess.” was the only answer he was willing to give, and Elain rolled her eyes at him.

“The world won’t end if you say you want to be nice to your wife.” she said with a small laugh.

“Didn’t want to give anyone a cardiac arrest with that sort of confession.” he said dryly, and Lucien snorted.

“My dear big brother, the worst of our court with his sinister smile and wrath of the gods,” Lucien said dramatically, and Eris scowled. “Be nice to his wife? By choice? The world as we know it is ending.”

Eris just turned to Elain. “Can I still have food if I stab him?”

“I’m afraid not, no.” Elain said with a smile. “I like having him around.”

Eris made a gagging sound as Lucien blew Elain a kiss that she returned. 

“Mated freaks.” he mumbled but Lucien only gave his brother a knowing smile.

“You know what you want isn’t out of your reach.” he said. “You already know how you want this relationship to go. Make it work. Even when you’re embarrassed about it.”

“Like mother told you, get to know each other away from everyone else,” Elain added. “It’ll help more than you know.”

“More importantly, put your father in his place. You play your role too well.” Lucien said with a pointed look and Eris sighed as Elain patted his arm. 

“Patience. Give yourself more time with her. Nothing is going to happen overnight.” Elain added and though Eris nodded, the attention was starting to make his self-loathing fester again, so he squinted at Elain.

“That’s rich coming from you.” he teased, and Elain smacked his arm.

“Don’t be a jackass, that was long ago.”

Eris put a hand over his heart and smirked. “But who am I if not a jackass, little acorn?”

“If that’s the side you’re showing Iris, you’re lucky she hasn't slit your throat yet.” Lucien said with a grin then laughed when Eris smirked shamelessly.

“She desperately wants to. With my own dagger, no less.” he said and couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped his lips — which was a mistake because Lucien and Elain exchanged yet another look and then turned back to him.

“Eris. You’re not who Beron keeps trying to make you to be.” Lucien said quietly and Eris’s smile faded. “You just need to be honest with her.”

“I’m trying,” he said with another sigh. “She doesn’t trust me yet.”

Elain gave him a small smile. “Communication takes time. It’ll work itself out,” she said and patted his hand. “I’m going to make you a bouquet to take back for Iris and smooth things over so you can talk it out. What flowers does she like?”

Eris blinked and pursed his lips, fingers drumming on the table. “At the risk of sounding like a complete imbecile, I’m going to go with irises?”

Elain snorted and stood. “I’ll make a mix but if she hates it, blame yourself and ask her what kind she likes for next time.”

“How many apology bouquets are you expecting me to give her?” he asked with a scoff, turning to watch her as she walked away then turned back to Lucien with a frown. “She was mean to me too, you know.”

Lucien rolled his eyes. “Suck it up. She has to deal with Beron now.”

“He’s my father.”

“You had no choice in the matter. She did and still landed in our miserable family.”

Eris made a noise. “She didn’t really have a choice either, you know. Her father is as big of a piece of shit as mine,” he said then waved his hand. “Speaking of fathers, how are you and Helion?”

Lucien’s lips twitched and Eris raised a brow.

“He got me a whole wardrobe of just togas.” Lucien said quietly, flushing lightly. “It is very...breezy.”

Eris snorted then started laughing. “I bet Elain loves those.”

“That she does.” Lucien said with a grin when Eris laughed again. Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he added, “He’s trying though. It’s been...an adjustment but he’s a good male.”

“Overbearing mother hen, huh?” Eris asked, running a hand through his hair with a small smile.

“Just a smidge,” Lucien said with a chuckle. “But Elain and I really like it here.”  

Lucien paused here, looking away for a moment then gave Eris a sad smile. “He’s never stopped loving her, you know. He’ll wait for her forever.”

“I know.” Eris said quietly. “It’s the least of what she deserves.” 

Lucien licked his lips before quietly adding, “The letters she sends me...she’s careful when she includes those...extra ones, right?”

Eris let out a small breath. Alongside Elain’s packages, his mother loved sending letters to Lucien and her letters often had other letters hidden to a specific someone that would cost his mother her life should his father find out. 

“As careful as she can be. Even though it's a huge risk and I don’t like it,” he replied and rubbed his bottom lip. “I can’t bring myself to stop her when I know it’s bringing back some small ounce of her happiness.”

And Eris would hand-deliver the letters to Helion himself if it meant his mother’s eventual happiness. He would bring his mother right to Helion’s fucken doorstep right now if he could and get her away from his father. 

But not yet. It was enough she was finding her spark again, rekindling herself slowly.

Lucien’s lips tightened into a thin line as he asked quietly, “He knows for sure now, doesn’t he?” 

Eris nodded tightly. “He does but hasn’t actually said anything. Helion hasn’t openly claimed you either, so he won’t be the one to expose anything.”

“He’s not going to risk it until Mother is safe because this time, she won’t be going back,” Lucien replied tightly. “He’s waited too long for her to be with him. He will shred Beron to pieces the moment she says so.” 

“She’s ready to shred him to pieces herself but not yet.” Eris replied quietly. “Soon.”

Lucien nodded then looked his brother over once more.

“I know it’s hard, Eris, but keep being honest with Iris. You being vulnerable lets her want to be vulnerable with you.” He advised gently and gave his brother a small smile as Eris scowled, his face coloring lightly. “You have to be the one to guide this relationship until she’s more comfortable. She’s going to need that from you.”

“It’s...hard.” He said through clenched teeth and Lucien nodded again. 

“I know. It makes you feel like you want to hurl your insides and then shoot yourself with six arrows. Repeatedly.” he said with a chuckle. “But if you want to get anywhere with her, you need to build trust.”

“I tried that and the first chance she got, she threw it in my face.”

“She was angry and scared. It doesn’t make it right but with time, it will get better.” Lucien said, standing with a smile as Elain made their way back to them. “I would know. And I tell you, it’ll be worth it.”

Eris watched his brother’s smile widen as Elain beamed back and his heart clenched. He hated this feeling. This stupid, foolish feeling of longing. Of want.

Sighing, he stood as well, turning as Elain held out the bouquet to him and Eris blinked rapidly. 

“How the fuck am I supposed to walk into our court with this? It’s a smoke signal.”

“Do you want to make up with your wife or not?” she asked sharply, and Eris nodded quickly. “Then shut up and take the bouquet.”

Eris reached out to take the flowers then paused. “Elain, look away.”

Rolling her eyes, Elain turned with a huff and the brothers grimaced at each other before awkwardly and very quickly hugging with a pat on each other’s backs. Before Lucien could stop him, Eris swiftly punched him in the gut. 

“Eris!” Elain reprimanded, whirling around.

“That was for the punch last time. You’re a piece of shit.” Eris said and patted his brother’s shoulder.

“Fuck you, asshole.” Lucien wheezed, flipping him off. 

Taking the flowers from Elain, Eris leaned in to kiss her cheek then pulled back with a sigh. “Thank you. For listening to me.”

“Anytime, shitface.” 

“Always.” Elain said with a smile. “Now bring Iris over soon. We insist!” 

Eris nodded his thanks again with a tight smile and walked the few steps away from them before he winnowed back home. Even after they’ve been working on their relationship for so long, it still embarrassed him to be so open with them. To be...affectionate. He didn’t hate it though. The back of his neck heated at the fact that he liked it too much for his own good.

He took the path with the least traffic, not wanting to run into anyone to see him holding flowers like an idiot. He glanced at the bouquet warily, wondering if Iris even liked flowers. But he’d try anything not to have that bitterness between them.

Eris made his trek slowly back to their wing, all the while thinking of his father and his conversation with Lucien and Elain. Eris knew better than to let Beron get away with talking to both of them that way, but yesterday’s conversation triggered bad memories and bad memories caused a spiral of more negative emotions. It wasn’t like he had too many healthy coping mechanisms.

He rolled his shoulders back. He wouldn’t let it happen again. It was his job to protect his wife and Eris would be damned if he let Beron take another thing away from him.

Eris could be a thorn in anyone’s side at the drop of a hat, especially his father. He could remind Beron exactly how soft he could be.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the doors to their chamber and stepped into his living space, his eyes darting across the room. But no Iris in sight. 

Placing the flowers on the table, he walked towards their bathroom and put an ear against the door.

“Iris?” he called out. He heard a small rustle and waited a few minutes with no response. Eris rolled his eyes and just as he opened his mouth to call out again, a knock came to their door.

Abandoning his attempt to talk to his wife, Eris stalked to the door and opened it to find one of his sentries standing there.

“Lord Eris.” he said with a nod.

“He got the report?” Eris asked, leaning against the door with a small smirk.

“He did. He’s requested you in his chambers.”

“But of course. Who am I but an obedient son?” he said, and his sentry’s lips twitched at the tone. Glancing once more behind him, his eyes flickered to the space at the bottom of the door and the shadows shuffling behind it. The corner of his mouth ticked up. He’d give her a few more minutes. And when he returned...they would have better words.

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"How to Scare Campers 101" Clip

“Okay, I bet we’ve all heard of Smokey Bear here.” Jack began. “Ad Council icon, Wildfire mascot, Macy's Day Parade balloon.”

“But there’s not too many stories of Woodsy Owl.” Booloo giggled.

“I think South Park has some part in that.” Buzz shivered. “I mean-”

“But Isaac told me in the car that he’s a black bear despite the clearly brown fur color.”

“Canonically, he is.” Isaac insisted.

“Okay! So, we all know what to do when face-to-face with a black bear…right? Cause I honestly dunno…” Jack confessed. “I’m ‘ad-libbing’ as my teacher last year would say.”

“If it’s black, fight back.” Avery replied. “This ONLY applies to bears.”

“I could beat a bear in any fight.” Tiffany grinned.

“Yeah, cuz you’re a bodybuilder and this isn’t a polar bear.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“Okay, so one night, a bunch of campers were having a bonfire.” Jack said, kicking his legs happily. “Singing songs, telling stories, eating smores, scaring their brothers. The usual.”

“Can confirm.” Ellie smirked.

“Watch it missy, we’re near an open flame.” Booloo glared.

“Well, by 11:30, the campers were all bear-y tired and headed to the cabins, thinking someone else would douse the fire. Well, the camper in charge of that…was not the brightest bulb and put more leaves on the fire before returning to her cabin.”

“It’s j-j-just a story, right?” asked a fae with black hair with mint-green tips in it, green eyes, brown wings and the signature Camp Sunshine outfit.

“This didn’t really happen, did it?” asked another fae, almost identical to the first one…give or take a streak of brick red hair dye.

“You never know.” Jack continued. “Well! While the campers were all sleeping away, the bonfire went up in flames and caught onto branches, bushes and even the LOG CABINS the campers were in!”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Jesus.”

Buzz winced as Bob hugged Aianna tightly.

“Jack, you’re gonna scare everyone.” Isaac scolded.

“Well! The campers WOULD’VE died if the low growl of Smokey hadn’t woken them up. Like this- GRRRRRRRRRRR!” Jack continued.

“Deux Ex Machina.” Ace fiddled with his nerf gun, only for Lady to take it away. “Hey!”

“No toys near the fire.”

“Awwwww.” 

“Is anyone else close to shitting themselves?” wondered Felicity, one of the assistant counselors Buzz was paired with.

Two girls- Ivy and Luna- raised their hands.

“Good, we’re in this together, girls.”

“I wish I was as brave as Nate or Booloo or Ellie.” Ivy worried.

“I know, for once, I don’t think I’m gonna sleep tonight.” Luna shivered.

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

"You, outsiders, with your made up names. What does Alexander mean? Huh? What does it mean?" "It's… I'm named after an ancient leader, Alexander the Great-" "What does his name mean? Does 'Alexander' mean 'the Great'? No?" "N-No, it… It means something else." "What?" "I… Don't know." "You outsiders with your made up names. Alexander. Meaningless. Moans and whistles to the wind. Us, [ethnonym], we have good names. Iquor, 'foundation of a house', a strong name, given, from birth - A birthname. Aalak, 'iris of the eye', a lookout, watcher, seer - An adult name, a strong name. Faam'axur, 'sharpshooter' - A war name, a name given to a warrior, a warrior who's had his first kill! You are talking to the House-Founder, to the Weary, to the Distant Death-Bringer, Alexander, of no meaning, of no good name."

(possible continuation) "Yes, I am talking to him. And my name means me. I am Alexander Tannich, and Alexander Tannich is me. I am no house-founder, not the weary, I am not a sniper bringing final judgement to his enemies. But by the name of my family and all ancestors; You will not disrespect my name, for I will make sure it will be sung into legends."

[pixie-mask]

Starwatch_new characters

Came up with some ideas for characters to be added to the Starwatch universe. Only did six characters per faction and two per class. And the smallest character idea.

Infinite Empire

Juno: Juno comes from a small planet wrecked by constant civil war. It was chaos until the Infinite Empire arrived. Coincidentally the Empire's arrival saved her life. Since then she has dedicated her life to the Infinite Empire.

Zenyatta: Not a member of the Infinite Empire, but a close ally. Zenyatta is a follower of the Iris, the religion of the omnics. Zenyatta and other omnics of the Iris believe that the Emperor Sigma's views align with the Iris and provide their assistance in spreading his empire.

Reinhardt: An old watchdog who was listless in his youth, traveling for years looking for a purpose. Eventually he found it in serving the Infinite Empire.

Orisa: An new war machine provided by Princess Efi to display her loyalty to the Infinite Empire. Orisa refuses to let down her creator and sully the families legacy. Due to her sophisticated programing Orisa has a small leadership role serving under Brigitte, but leading her own section of omnics.

Widowmaker: A seer under Mercy's tutelage. Her connection to the infinite has allowed her to obtain invaluable skills as a sniper that she puts to use by Royal Captain Brigitte's command.

Symmetra: A crucial figure in many of the Infinite Empires scientific developments. She finds serenity in the Empires rules and believes those do not surrender and see the glory of the empire as fools who need to be eradicated. She's quick to make sure that scientific facilities are captured and their endeavors applied to the empire's growth.

Watchers

Moira: A scientist infamous through the cosmos for her awful experiments. She was offered a position as a scientist for the Infinite Empire, but rejected them as they wanted full control over what experiments she could and could not perform. In addition she opposes them for hoarding scientific resources.

Lifeweaver: An alien from a planet that was destroyed by the Infinite Empire. He seeks revenge for the destruction of his home.

Ramattra: A follower of the Iris like Zenyatta, but who vehemently opposes his point of view of the Iris and the Infinite Empire.

Hazard: An alien mercenary who fights for the highest bidder except in this case. He's worked for his share of dictators, but the Infinite Empire is making his business difficult so he fights them whenever he happens to cross their path.

Pharah: Pharah was previously a soldier in the Infinite Empire, before a conflict in which she helped the opposing forces fight back Sigma's forces. She seeks atonement for her previous actions and as such she assists Bonebreak with all the knowledge that she possess about the Empire. Her mother is still loyal and she hopes to open her eyes to the Empire's cruelty.

Venture: An alien archeologist who has put aside their passion to assist the Watchers in stopping the Infinite Empire. They put their skills to use by finding (and sometimes stealing) resources that the Watchers and their allies need.