#egil is his name

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Birthing Haralds Child Would Include...

-When you had found out that you were with Harald's child it was a big surprise because you did not expect to be with child so early and also you had found out that you were with child a few days after he had left for a battle in England.

-Needless to say, you were so happy that you were with his child. You thought how excited he would be when he came back when you told him you were having his child.

-Luckily, he was only there for a short amount of time and came back within two months after he had left.

-When he had come back with his men and his brother you had tried to seek him out and thankfully you did and immediately ran to him to tell him the good news you were with.

-When you ran to him you jumped into his arms (carefully of course) and you hugged him tightly and he did the same exact thing for you.

-When you finally let him go after a few minutes you had told him that you needed to tell him something and then you told him that you were with his child.

-He was so happy that he almost cried but ended up hugging you really tight and telling everyone that he was going to be a father.

-A couple of months later after he had come back from England you were about ready to give birth and so you did one day.

-When you did give birth Harald was with you every step of the way and tried his best to help you in the best ways that he could because he wanted to you to be comfortable when giving birth.

-After a while of trying to give birth, you did well and birthed a baby boy and Harald had named him Egil.

#harald finehair #harald x reader #norway #harald #scandanavia #harald fairhair #harald fairhair x reader #viking #vikings #imagines #pregnancy #pregnant #birth #birthing

[thorsiffe-dragonheart]

Brokenbrow (pt. 2)

For: @elenaramirez Location: The Punch Cage

Part 1

Thorsiffe raised their fists in victory, a grin spreading upon their lips. Once the joy of battle fell upon them, everything else became a murmur on the back of their mind, and only now did they truly take in all those calling out to them. They rounded the ring, laughing and punching the air in triumph, reveling in their glory.

Looking out the ring, Thorsiffe met the eyes of a stranger they had not yet seen in the years they had come here. They tilted their head, giving her a curious look for a moment, before their lips curled up into a grin again. They winked at her, before punching into the air one last time.

Another brief rest, another bottle of water chugged, and Thorsiffe stood in the ring once more. The announcer's voice boomed throughout the room again. "We've seen Dragonheart, the northern wolf, take on the deadly Nightshifter and brave the Inferno... However," the earth rumbled as their new opponent stepped into the ring. Thorsiffe's eyes sparkled with excitement, even as they wished they'd hold such power.

"Can they take on the divine might, of the God of War?!"

Their new opponent was a deity; such was obvious, and furthermore his scent confirmed it. He was a giant of a man, almost as big as their Egil, standing around two meters tall and with chiseled, bulging muscles. His short black hair and beard were well kempt, his tanned skin was painted in gold, and his golden eyes seemed to bore right into Thorsiffe's soul.

"Could you not come up with a more creative name?" they teased, giggling and taking their stance.

"Come mock me again once you've claimed a dragon's heart, pup," he responded stoically, voice low and rumbling as the mountain.

Thorsiffe charged. Part of them wished to call upon Vegrleita, to let it sing upon the air and give them a chance against this foe. However, Vegrleita was a weapon of war and war alone. Their foe's name might invoke it, yet this fight was far from it. They would make due with the fire of their blood and the thunder in their bones.

They spring onto one foot, readying themself for a kick, but are immediately swept off their feet instead. The moment they hit the ground, Thorsiffe rolls backwards and onto their feet.

The ground shakes as God of War takes a step upon where they just lay, and Thorsiffe could not help but wonder if they would have survived, had such a step been taken upon their chest.

Within the blink of an eye, God of War is upon them. His massive fist shoots out towards their face, and it is all Thorsiffe can do to move their head aside just in time. Another step forward from their foe. They meant to act, but even before the violence moves from their brains to their bones, the wind is knocked out of them as God of War brings his knee up into their stomach. They were quite sure they would have been knocked up into and through the ceiling had he not held back. A courtesy they were grateful for. Still, they are lifted a ways into the air and let out an undignified yelp.

They might never win this match, but they would never go out without a worthy attempt.

Before their feet even touch the ground, Dragonheart's hands get a grip of God of War's shorts. Of course, he immediately knows what they intend to do and starts to wind up a kick. However, Thorsiffe had telegraphed their intentions with intent. Grinning, they lift him up by the shorts the moment their feet hit the ground. Instead of trying to kick him up and roll him over their thigh though, they take another step forward and spin around, letting God of War's own kick spin them around and throw him onto his back.

Their foe grunts in pain and frustration, but Thorsiffe laughs. Before they can do anything else they're sent flying. They can't even really tell which limb he used this time around. It doesn't matter either. Their foe had thought himself invincible, thought them unworthy to bring him pain. He had been wrong.

Thorsiffe crashes through the cage's fence and into a wall. The world goes dark, blood trickling down their brow, but their grin remains upon their lips.

#elena #elena: brokenbrow #((bit of a repost considering this is repurposed from a thread that was cut short)) #((I made it two parts bc the first part wasn't really relevant and otherwise it'd be entirely too long so feel free to read or ignore pt 1) #closed starter

[ontosgold]

hello klaus!!! 👋 i was curious, who are your favorite characters from xenoblade 1...? xb1 is such a treasured game to me and it makes me happy to see someone else who likes both p3 and xb1 (also splatoon!!!). have a nice day and thank you for all the fun tags, your energy is just so fun to see 🥺💛

HI LIZZ ^_^ !!! and omg xb1 is so so special to me as well thank u for giving me the chance to ramble a bit hehe !!! shulk and alvis are my special guys of all time >>> shulk especially is so so special to me there's so much abt him that i love and resonates with me. like his difficulty communicating with ppl and doesn't wanna burden others (and like the way he's initially super hesitant to tell ppl abt his visions) is just so. yeah. i see so much of myself in that. BUT ALSO !!! i just love how much kindness he holds and how steadfast his views are despite everything the world throws at him (the one scene where he stops dunban from killing mumkhar has always stood out in my brain to me. as well as the moment he has with egil after the fight at mechonis core). and also he's so very autistic to me <3

also I love alvis my silly little super computer who speaks in riddles. and !! shalvis is one of my favourite ships of all time, those two are very near and dear to my heart :>

and uh um yeah my namesake. there's a reason why i stole his name for myself LMAO (also I'm just very normal about pre experiment earth, galea, klaus and the trinity processors. I'm so very normal abt that part of xenoblade lore. u can imagine how i reacted to the end of xb3 future redeemed lol)

OH MY GOD ALSO...!! I've had this on my brain a lot lately... I feel like aigis and fiora would be besties ^_^ two robot girlies who were built to be weapons and are struggling with their identity and feeling "human enough".... yeah

and oouuu thank you I hope you have a lovely day too :( <3 i love never shutting the hell up about the things i love and I'm so glad to share some of that energy on here ^_^ and i love your energy too !!! seeing your tags on my art never fails to give me the biggest fucking smile and i hope u know that i appreciate them so so much :> (i keep going back to look at them!!) and I'm so glad we share so many interests :D <33 !!!!!

#also outside of xb1 noah and mio are also !!! some of my favourite guys of all time #fun fact the only cosplay I've ever handmade myself is noah :> !! I've met a lot of lovely ppl in the xb cosplay community bcs of it hehe #also i did get the chance to meet noah's va and omg he's such a lovely guy to talk to... #i hope u enjoyed my ramble bcs i very much enjoyed my rambling hehe #oh and i rlly wanna thank u for making me feel so welcomed here !! #I've been here barely a week and you've already made me feel like part of the community :') so i appreciate it so much #ontos.text

[broomsick]

Good morning! Welcome to my favorite ancient scandinavian art pieces pt. 2

Loki and Sigyn, The Gosforth Cross.

Reproductions of the Gallehus Horns found in Denmark. The Horns may depict mythic scenes: note the three-headed figure in the 2nd panel down on the left and figures with animal heads or bodies in the 3rd panel down on the right.

Freyja Amulet, Danish National Museum.

Valkyrie conducting a fallen warrior, Tissø, Denmark, Iron Age.

Thor's Goats, Tissø, Denmark, Iron Age.

Men attack Egil's house as he defends a woman (his wife?) inside. The name "Egil" is written in runes above the archer.

Vidar battling Fenrir, Gosforth Cross.

#art #history #heathenry #norse gods #norse mythology #paganism #polytheism #vikings #mythology #deities

[queersrus]

Horror theme

general horror concept

tagging @bpdxhoardic

zombie

(Nick)Names:

horra, horrora, horroret/horrorett/horrorette, horrorel/horrorell/horrorelle, horrel/horrell/horrelle, horret/horrett/horrette, horroretta, horrorella, horrina, horrorina, hruza, horreur deimos, dread, dismay, distress, dehşet agi, agh, aghi, afraid, alarm, atrocity egil, entsetzen medo, metus ove, orrore panic/panick, phobia, phobes, phoebus, pelko, phoebe, paranorm, paranormal, pan, pavor, przerażenie scare, slasher, splatter, shock, strava fright, fear, formido, fríki, fasa bhao nightmare quaver terror, tremble, thriller, trepidation, torment, tension cosmic, cruel, cruelty, chill, chiller loath/loathe rædsel, redsel verschrikking kauhu zhakh uzhastik groază

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ho/horror/horrors/horrorself hirr/herr/horrors/horrine/horrorself hi/horror fri/fea/frights/fears/frightself fri/frigh/frights/frine/frightself fi/fea/fears/fearself sla/slash/slashers/slasherself co/cosmi/cosmics/cosmicself thri/thrill/thrillers/thrillerself dri/drea/dreads/dreadself pi/pani/panics/panicself o/orr/orres/orroreself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

ho/horr/horrors/horrorself fri/frights/frightself fe/fear/fears/fearself slash/slasher/slashers/slasherself co/cor/cosmirs/cosmicself tho/thrir/thrillers/thrillerself drea/dreader/dreaders/dreadself pi/panicker/panickers/panicself o/or/orrs/orroreself

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ho/horror/horrors/horrorself hor/ror, horror/horrors fri/fright/frights/frightself fri/ight, fright/frights fe/fear/fears/fearself fe/ar, fe/ear, fear/fears slash/slasher/slashers/slasherself slash/sher, sla/sher, slasher/slashers co/cosmic/cosmics/cosmicself cos/mic, cos/cosmic, cosmic/cosmics cosmic/horror thri/thriller/thrillers/thrillerself thill/thriller, thri/ller, thriller/thrillers drea/dread/dreads/dreadself dre/ad, drea/ead, dre/ead, dread/dreads pan/panic/panics/panicself pan/ic, panic/panics orr/orrore/orrores/orroreself orr/ore, orrore/orrores

Titles

the horror, the horrible, the horrifying, the dread, the dreadful, the dreaded, the scare, the scary, the scared, the fear bringer, the terrible, the terror, the terrifying, the terrorized, the terrorizing, the terrorizer, the feared, the fear, the fearful, the fearing, the slasher, the panicked, the panic, the panicking, the panicker, the fear spreader, the doomed, the cosmic horror, the bringer of fear, the being of horror, the incomprehensible horror, the killer, the hunter, the haunter, the hunted, the haunted

(prn) who brings fear, (prn) who slashes, (prn) who panics, (prn) who brings dread

(name) of fear, (name) of horror, (name) of unimaginable horrors, (name) of the horror films, (name) of the horror genre, (name) of cosmic horrors

#horror theme #horror names #horror pronouns #horror titles #horror neos #horror neopronouns #name blog #name searching #names #title list #name list #pronoun finder #pronoun searching #pronoun blog #pronouns #first names #baby names #nicknames #queersrus #names from words #reqs open #requests are open #requests open #request #titles #title lists #list of names #pronoun list #dark titles #name help

[fioredistella]

I headcanon Iceland’s human name is Egill Hrafan Snorrason. Egill is an Icelandic name still in use dating back to the early days of Iceland and he partly picked it after Egill Skallagrimsson, an Iceland poet, fighter, and farmer and a prominent figure in the Norse Saga Egill’s Saga. He's has this name ever since he was a small child. Hrafan is another early Icelandic name still in use and it means Raven. Iceland also picked this one a bit later on due to how he likes birds and the importance of ravens in icelandic culture and mythology. Finally Snorrason is not a surname but rather a patronymic. It comes from the name Snorri and he picked it due to Snorri Sturluson an Icelandic historian, writer of big parts of the Prose Edda, and poet from his early history. Iceland was rather close to him during certain moments of the former’s when he was alive and the latter was a child and he meant a lot to Iceland in his memory.

Sidenote Iceland doesn't call people by their last names, usually both in Iceland and out of it he just uses everyone's first name only which is also done there. 

#hetalia #hws iceland #aph iceland

[eaglefairy]

Mechonis Core.

AAAAA absolute heart attack, I thought we were done in Agniratha and then by sheer random chance we stopped by the Fallen Arm and I realized that we never got the quest for the memory chip in Agniratha. Whoops! That would've been bad!

We're doing a little item collecting before everything goes to shit and this conversation happened: Roommate: "Time to get more..." Me: "Eggplants, yeah." (confused silence) "I call them eggplants because 'aubergine' is just the British word for eggplant." Roommate: "Oh yeahh, I forgot! I just thought they made up a weird name for sci-fi." Me: "No, British English was made up for sci-fi." Roommate: "Oh you're so right."

Roommate: "Wait, so how do Reyn and Sharla work out if Gadolt's alive?" Me: "Eehh..." Roommate: "So he's not alive for long then?"

Egil: *expositing about the Bionis feeding on ether* Roommate: "So? We die on the Bionis and return the ether, it's not a big deal." Me:

Dickson: "Dammit, I was counting on you, runt." Roommate: "Okay listen, Dickson, we tried." Me:

Aha! I've been waiting the whole game for it, but I think Alvis and Meyneth do "interact" at least once: Alvis: So it is her...

I was getting worried because I couldn't think of a single time in game that they interacted and I was beginning to think they didn't ever in canon. Which is like. it'd be crazy if they didn't. It'd be crazy if the game implied that Meyneth didn't know Alvis existed because they never interact in canon. Glad I was wrong about that one.

Roommate: "Why. Does Dickson. Know. EVERYTHING?!" Me: "Well, you are about to find out"

Dickson saying "Let's see who makes it through the battle" goes from banter with Dunban on a first playthrough to Active Threat on repeats

*after Monado Reacts* Reyn: "Ain't you learnt yet, Shulk? If you've got a problem, you tell us about it!" Roommate: "If [Reyn] wasn't here you'd get yourself killed, Shulk"

(Also in reaction to Monado Reacts) Roommate: "I knew Shulk was going to die, I just didn't realize the death arc was going to start now"

Roommate: "Does Shulk die before or after we learn the truth about Dickson?" Me, fucking sweating: "After"

Roommate: "I'm so concerned because this feels like the endgame but I know it's not because there's so much left I have to do!"

"I mean, this can't be the last time we fight Egil. It just can't. There's too much left unresolved for the game to end here, but I don't know how this battle is going to end!"

Oh whoops she lost against Egil the first time but she ended up doing something very interesting: when the energy devices spawned, she ended up targeting one of them with a chain attack while surrounded by other Mechon, which let them just walk right past them. I don't think I've seen that before in this battle!

My roommate has been raring to kill Egil since we first heard his name but she's still happy for Shulk that he decided not to. This game!!! It's so!!!

Roommate: "Arglas. He's not Zanza." Me: "He's not Zanza."

Between Zanza appearing and the fight with Zanza, the only thing my roommate said was one single "what the fuck??" and an "interesting twist to have the life/light(?) guy be evil". Otherwise she was dead silent

Roommate: "Okay, before we continue, we're going to pause you and you're going to tell me everything that just happened."

*seeing the cloud of telethia in the distance* Roommate: "Are those...the Alcamoth people?" *horrified gasp* "NO NO NO THEY'RE NOT NO--"

The thing that finally broke her and made her cry was me confirming for her that her favorite lesbians (Vidian and Lesunia) did get broken up and Lesunia is a Telethia

Roommate doesn't know what to think of Alvis and everything he's done since Zanza's awakening (fair) and I'm just over here almost giggling with glee because she has NO IDEA what kind of secrets he holds

She still loves Dickson

#xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 1 #roommate chronicles part 1 #what a game! I love it I love it I love it #and now my roommate loves it too :D

[maxikha-ffxiv]

A Story of Revenge

A small fic I wrote a few years ago, that still holds up. This would be around the events of late SB. Maxi just lost her grandmother to a bandit's poisoned arrow.

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The small building was not a lot to look at. It was clearly set up and ran out of need more than anything. It was dirty, dimly lit, one could almost assume it wasn’t a bar, were it not for the people inside. A stereotypical grizzled man tended a shoddy bar, and a few splintered tables thrown about the floor housed patrons nursing local drinks. There were some hushed and quiet conversations, which stopped as a hooded figure walked in. From their size and the noticeable scaled tail poking out of their cloak, the few who cared to pay attention would be able to tell this was a Xaela female, and not much else.

She walked over to a table in the corner, where a pair of men sat. One was an older hyur, his partner much younger, both equally covered in scars and dirt. The only real distinguishable marking of any kind were identical tattoos on the left upper arm of each man. The woman said nothing, just sat down on the table, her hooded face turned toward the pair. As she did, the elder leaned forward, growling at her,

“This is a private table. You best be leaving before you get yourself in trouble.”

There was no response save an iron arrow dropped onto the table. 

“That there’s a metal arrow. Dunno why you are putting it there. We don’t-” “Your name is Egill Swiftaxe is it not?”

The voice under the hood was curt and cold, as she cut off his reply. The figure pulled her hood back, revealing a dark skinned Xaela under the cloak. Her electric blue eyes were piercing, black hair pulled back into a braided ponytail.

Her eyes darted between the two as she picked up on hands heading straight towards weapons.

“You better make quite sure you mean your next words lass, else you ain’t walking out of here.”

“Was told that’s your arrow. Found it on the Steppe. Asked around, told to come here. So I did.”

“What braindead idiot told you a sort of thing like that?” “Someone who isn’t stupid enough to tell their name to people they don’t know. I’m simply looking to get some made for my own use and was told your hand crafted them. Now if I have the wrong man I understand and will take my gil with-” “You got the right man lass. Aye I made it. In fact I can tell you right now my mate Steinarr here’s the one that shot it. You can see his initials I forged in it right there. What you going about shooting arrows fer in the Steppe mate? Told ya these things are expensive, and you only use ‘em for special occasion.”

Before Steinarr had a chance to respond, two things happened. The first, the small Xaela woman drew a green dagger from somewhere under her cloak and jammed it up to Egill’s neck. Second, an arrow flew from outside the doorway and straight into the side of Steinarr’s head, felling him in a single shot. The few others in the tavern all froze, and before anyone else reacted, four rather large male Xaela, one of them holding a longbow, stepped in. 

“Here’s the deal,” Maxi said, dagger pressed to her quarry’s throat, addressing the others in the building. “You all leave now, and make no fuss, you will never see us again nor be harmed. Anyone still here in the next twenty seconds we will consider an ally of this man and will be treated as such.”

Half a minute later, no one was in the building save for the Xaela, the dead body, and the poor man who they had tracked. Maxi nodded to her half-brother, “Well shot Jebei. I see she taught you as well as I. And as you can tell, unfortunately for you, I’m not here to buy. See your friend there made a grave error in judgement the other day. He decided to use that arrow right there and kill someone. Our,” and she guestured to herself and her half-brother “grandmother. This is now the second time your band of bandits have decided to harm me and those around me, and I’m now taking measures to make sure it won’t be happening again.”

While Maxi was talking, her free hand was removing the various weaponry her target had on him. Once satisfied he was now unarmed, the dagger flicked, leaving a small cut on his neck.

“You wouldn’t remember my first meeting with your lot, you’re far too new. So I’ll give you a chance to live. That venom you had coated your arrows with, hope you have the antidote on hand, else your life won’t exist much longer.” Maxi showed off her dagger, showing the light but potent coating of the same poison that was on the arrow. “Our herbalists figured out the mixture easily enough, and I can assure you, you have maybe an hour left to get that antidote in you. And just in case you do survive, you can tell your boss Altani of the Dazkar sends her regards.”

Maxi could see the terror in the man’s eyes, and let go of him. She walked back to her kin and headed out of the tavern.

“Altani was it wise leaving that man alive?” “Don’t worry Jebei. He’s a small fry compared to the main operation. They lose folk like that all the time to varying acts of stupidity. Their boss won’t care, all he will see is that a couple of his hired hands shot the wrong Xaela and paid the price for it. Not his problem. That guy will be lucky enough to live through reporting to his boss, it may actually be less painful than dying to that poison.”

“Then now what sister? What do we do?”

“We move on, go to the next step. I’ll see you all back at camp, I have a few things to do before then.”

#maxi kha #maxi's writings

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Rest Your Weary Hands Epilogue.

We are at the end but not really, I am having issues with my inbox but once that's fixed I will open up requests on Fridays for smut, one-shots, snippets and deleted scenes for this universe. I don't remember what I called Ubbe's love interest so she's unnamed but it's the same woman.

Part 22

Series Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, smut, family and domestic life, discussions of breastfeeding and wet nurses, post-pregnancy insecurity.

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

"Kelda, we should call her Kelda."

A spring day

"That's perfect Ivar."

You had gotten two hours of sleep before Ivar woke you up to feed the babies again. He was worried that they should have been fed more right away but the moment he opened his mouth, Kindra, Asluag and Lagertha dressed him down so violently that he would never bring it up again.

His brothers were waiting patiently to be invited in. Ivar had insisted, much to their annoyance that they all wait until you were well-rested and the babies had settled.

He hadn't told them anything, just that the two babies were born healthy and you were safe and resting. It was like a stampede when he finally waved them in after helping you clean up and put the babies to bed.

Ubbe was in there first, fussing over you while doing his best not to let on how much he wanted to hold the babies. "So, what did you have?" Hvitserk was carefully looking into the crib, "one boy and one girl." Without being asked, Hvitserk picked up Ubbe and carried him over to you, "which one is this?"

Ivar rolled his eyes and smiled softly at his older brothers, "that's Ubbe." Sigurd had picked up Kelda and was rocking her back and forth in his arms, "and that's Kelda." Ubbe was standing by you, his eyes getting wet, "you know you didn't actually have to name him after me?" You reached over, putting a hand on his forearm, "we know, but you deserved it. Without your persistence, Ivar and I would have never had them."

You motioned to Hvitserk and he reluctantly handed his nephew over to Ubbe, "he's so small." you huffed a small laugh, "yes Ubbe, he was only born a few hours ago."

The babies were passed back and forth through the day, come nightfall, you were able to get plenty of rest while Ivar and his brothers looked after them. Ubbe would get one and it would take everyone ten minutes to convince him to put them down.

"I'm going to ask mother's handmaid if she wishes for me to court her." Bjorn laughed, "of course brother, who knew all it would take was seeing a little girl for you to realise you wanted one of your own." It wasn't just your children that set him off, he had also been spending lots of time with Egil.

Sigurd was cooing at Kelda while she babbled up at him, "she's so cute." You went to reply but were stopped by a yawn, "I think my wife and I should get some sleep. You can all come back tomorrow."

They all left with warm hugs and congratulations and you settled into bed with Ivar. The crib was on his side of the bed tonight. To say Ivar was fussing over you was an understatement, he had brushed your hair twice that day and had done his best to clean you up so you could sleep comfortably.

When you insisted that you needed to get up and walk to help feel better, he stood behind you the whole time, ready to catch you if you fell. He was always bringing you food and drink whether you needed it or not and the moment the babies were fed, he was taking them from you so you could rest.

The other mothers would laugh at him and smile sweetly at you, "Hvitserk was this bad until I threatened to put baby shit in is porridge, they get better, trust me." Kindra had been in and out most of the day but between everyone, she was happy to come when you needed her and spend the rest of the time treating people and looking after her baby.

Ivar carefully pulled you into his arms, "how are you feeling?" You breathed deeply, "tired, sore like I never want to do that again." Ivar smiled down at you, "as long as you're happy I'm good, if you want to stop now we can." You believed him but with the way he looked at your children, you gave him a year before he was asking for more.

There was a chirp at the door, Ivar's raven had spent little to no time around the two of you since you got married, rather, he spent all his time bothering Ubbe and Sigurd. Ivar got up and let him in, the bird flying over to the crib. Ivar was watching carefully for any sign that something might go wrong.

"Don't worry Ivar, he's just here to say goodnight." You were right, the bird looked over the babies in the crib, chirped once at you then flew away, "stupid bird." You giggled at Ivar's statement, "I told you there was nothing to worry about."

Ivar pulled you back into his arms, "thank you y/n, for giving me such a wonderful life."

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It was weeks later by the time things had calmed down and Hvitserk and Kindra were ready to get married, the babies had been keeping everyone busy and there was a huge feast coming up where you, Kindra and your husbands were to present your babies to the kingdom.

You were with Kindra and the other women, helping her get ready for the day. You were brushing her hair while Aslaug pressed her dress. Ubbe and Ivar had been running back and forth between the two rooms, Kindra had left Egil with him so she could get ready and Hvitserk was a nervous father.

"He's still crying." Kindra shook her head, "because he knows he'll get attention, leave him for five minutes and if he's still crying I'll hold him then." Ivar walked back to the room but didn't return, Kindra rolling her eyes at Hvitserk's worry.

"Are they always going to be like this?" Lagertha and Aslaug looked at you each with a smile, "yep, Ragnar didn't leave Bjorn alone until he could walk, they get better with baby number two." You huffed, "I've got two and Ivar is terrible, if it was up to him, I'd spend all my time sleeping and eating."

Aslaug slapped you on the back, "I always knew Ivar would be like that, he's a very good father." You smiled at her, "I know, he's trying his best. I just feel suffocated sometimes." She shook her head softly, "he'll get better." Lagertha pipped up, "I'll get Bjorn to talk to him, they're all like that to start with."

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Kindra was ready to walk down the aisle, her hair was done in an intricate braid, and her dress was red and gold with beautiful embroidered edging. Bjorn was waiting at the top of the path for her, Kindra having asked him because she had no family Kattegat and the ones that were around the North couldn't come.

Hvitserk was standing there, waiting with tears of joy in his eyes. As she rounded the corner, the fell down his cheeks and Ivar slapped his back lovingly, "see Serk, it is the happiest day of your life." He smiled back at your husband and then turned his attention to his future wife.

The officiant stood at the podium, looking around the room, "are you both here of your own free will?" They nodded, "we are here under the eyes of the Gods to unite Kindra and Hvitserk in marriage. They have many things to be grateful for, a healthy child, a safe home and most importantly, each other." Hvitserk's hand closed around Kindra's a little tighter.

As they said their vows and exchanged swords, the crowd was crying. You were rocking Egil and Kindra was turning around to look at you every time he babbled.

"May no man tear apart what the Gods and created." With an overwhelming clap, the feast started.

As the night wound down, you took Egil to sleep in with you, Ivar and your kids so Kindra and Hvitserk could spend the night together. Egil was a sweet baby who was always looking around at the world. When he spent time with his cousins, he babbled incessantly, trying to get everyone's attention.

"Hello sweet boy. You're going to spend the night with us while Mum and Dad make you a sibling." Ivar laughed, "you sound like Hvitserk, he's been after another baby since you told Kindra she could go back to her marriage bed." You went over and handed Egil to Ivar.

"Kindra wants one too, she doesn't want him to miss out on having a sibling so close to his age when we have twins." Ivar shook his head, "it's not like they're never going to see each other. Hvitserk is staying here and they'll all be close enough to be siblings anyway."

When you went to feed Ubbe, the mood changed, "what's wrong my love?" Ivar watched you carefully, "I think we're going to have to find a wet nurse, I can't feed both of them, I'm tired all the time and I can't have two moments to myself without one of them needing food."

Ivar smiled softly at you, he could see how upset you were, "we'll find someone tomorrow, you need to look after yourself too, half the people in Kattegat were fed with wet nurses." His atttuide made you pause, "you're not mad at me?"

Ivar was getting more upset, "Why would I be? You're feeding twins, most women would struggle."

For some reason, his kind words brought you to tears, "I just feel like a failure as a mother." Ivar went up to you and sat on the bed, "I never want to hear those words out of your mouth again. You are an amazing mother, we will go to the midwife tomorrow and find someone we both like. She only has to help, you'll still be doing most of it."

Ivar pulled you into a kiss then picked up Kelda, "they're perfect, you're perfect. I could never ask for more."

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Weeks later, you were completely healed and the feast to present your children was about to start. Since all of the children had been born near winter and no one could travel, it was decided that you would have the presentation party for your and Kindra's children at the same time, Plus, you all wanted to share the occasion.

Floki had stopped by at least once a week to drop by a new toy for Egil or the twins. Yesterday, he brought by an amazing carved rocking horse, fitted with a saddle and everything. He was in the back of the Hall today, looking suspiciously at one o the beams across the roof.

"What are you thinking Floki?" He looked away quickly, "nothing you need to worry your smart little head about." He gripped your shoulder with a smile then walked off, clearly with an idea brewing in his mind.

People were approaching you all night, Kind Harold had travelled from home, not only to continue to discuss the trade alliance but also to see all the new babies. He was holding Egil, waggling his fingers and the curious little boy.

"You all make such wonderful, healthy children. Do either of you have sisters by chance?" you and Kindra laughed, "no you dirty old man, we don't." He smiled and took the joke in stride, "no matter, one day I will find my goddess and have more children than any of you.

The rest of the night went very much the same, by the time everyone was ready for bed, the babies had been passed around like a communal soup bowl.

Ubbe was the quiet one, falling asleep without trouble but Kelda was a daddy's girl and wouldn't fall asleep unless Ivar rocked her until her little hands relaxed around his shirt.

"I grew her, I feed her and you're her favourite. This is your fault, you talked ot her for nine months and she can't be without you." Ivar smiled, big and proud, "well I'm never leaving so she doesn't have to worry."

Ivar put Kelda into the crib next to her brother and climbed into bed next to you, "you don't want to go out and conquer and explore?" He shook his head, "no, Kattgate is safe and I have all I need here. I have no desire to go elsewhere or do more." You tilted your head, "really, you don't want to anything else from life?"

Ivar pulled you into his arms, pressing you against his chest, "I took York and killed two English kings, my saga had already been written and my name is already known. Now I just wish for a happy life with you and our children. I am not my father, I have already found my home. Leave the new worlds to Bjorn."

You smiled to yourself, "I'm good with that."

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You were getting dressed for the night when Ivar walked in, you hurried to cover yourself before he managed to get fully into the room. He looked sad for a brief moment before sitting down on the bench next to the bed.

It had been four months since the babies were born and Ivar had been nothing but a gentleman, he told you every day how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. He never pushed for sex or anything of the sort, you had heard horror stories of how some men got but Ivar couldn't be further from it.

"You never need to hide yourself from me, my love. You grew two children in your womb, I only love your body more." With a deep breath, you dropped the towel clutched around your body and the look on Ivar's face banished any insecurity you ever felt.

When you were a little girl, you stumbled upon a pack of wolves hunting a deer. You watched from afar and the look on Ivar's face reminded you a lot of those wolves.

"Lay on the bed and get comfortable." You paused, "did you not hear me? I have clearly been negligent as a husband if you feel the need to hide from me and I must remedy that."

You did as he asked, fluffing the pillow before lying down, "nothing has changed, if anything doesn't feel right or you want to stop, you tell me." You nodded softly and he was on you, his hands grabbing your skin like this was the last time he would ever get to touch you.

"Unless it's my name or you begging, I don't want to hear anything, do you understand?" You took another deep breath, "yes Ivar." what followed could have been hours of Ivar running his hands all over your body between him bringing you to the edge over and over again.

"You're not cumming until I hear you say that you're beautiful." You had resisted, but it was becoming madding, "fine you ass. I'm beautiful." He didn't accept that "I'm just going to have to keep going until you say it like you mean it." It took one more go around before you gave in.

"Ok, ok, I believe you. I'm beautiful now please get inside me." Ivar smirked down at you, spreading your leg even further before sliding home. His hips were snappy and harsh but on the way out he ground himself down onto you.

"The moment those babies are strong enough to hold themselves up I'm giving you another one." He sounded full of male ego. He was grunting and groaning and it was beginning to feel like you were just along for the ride while he rang out every inch of pleasure he could from your tired body.

By the time he was spraying your walls with his seeds, you were a quivering mess bearly able to come up with a clear thought. "I love you so much and if you ever doubt that again, I'm never letting you leave this bed."

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Ubbe had asked Aslaug's handmaid to court the day after he brought it up and she was moving into this room within the week, what followed was a slow but brightly burning love that came to its culmination today, as you helped her dress for her wedding.

"Are you ready?" Her hands brushed over her growing bump, "without question." As you helped her stand up, she pulled you into a hug, "thank you for everything, all your kindness and acceptance will not be forgotten."

By far, Ubbe had the sweetest reaction, running to greet her as she came up the aisle. So the officiant followed and married them in the middle of the path while everyone looked on with wet eyes.

A month later, she went into labour and delivered a healthy little girl, for once, you and Kindra didn't have to do anything. You stood in the back of the room while Ubbe did it all. He held his child tears in his eyes and looked over at his new wife, you and Kindra leaving the room quietly. Once things had settled down and Ubbe was able to leave her side, he was coming into your room and sitting on your bed. He picked up Kelda, who was now stumbling on chubby little legs.

"I want to learn how to do that all the time, I've found us a small farm thirty minutes outside Kattegat. I had a dream last night and the Gods told me this was my calling."

Ubbe was a quick study, he made the women feel safe and kept the husbands in line. When it was time for him, his wife and his little girl to leave, they went with the promise that they would be back all the time and wished you all well. True to their word, they were back almost every second day, Ubbe passing on tales of the lastest child he helped bring into the world.

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Ubbe was just starting to form full sentences when Sigurd found her, a woman singing by the river, washing her clothes. He came home in a whirl of infatuation and a week later, they were rushing to the aisle. She was sweet and kind and loved Sigurd as rapidly and honestly as he loved her. They spent their time travelling through Kattegat singing and playing music, content to wait for children until they had made music together.

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"Mummy, mummy, look what I found." Kelda had taken after you and Ivar, her endless curiosity filling every room she walked into, it was a small stone shaped like a heart. "Is that for the baby?" She nodded a put one of her tiny hands on your belly.

Ubee had been less excited, you had tried to explain to him that he would always be your little boy but he was still sceptical. Ivar, for his part, found it hilarious that Ubbe would scream every time you left his side.

"Where's mummy, I want mummy."

You picked him up as best you could and sat him on his father's lap, "mummy? when's the baby getting here?" You titled your head, "not for a few months yet." He screwed up his face, "but I want to meet her now." You turned to your husband, "you don't know it's a girl. If it's a boy he's going to be mad at you." Ubbe seemed to pick up on the conversation, he was as sharp as he was a mummy's boy, "I don't care if I get a little bother or a little sister, I want to meet them now."

You shook your head, "what happened to only wanting Kelda?" His little face looked so mad, "Uncle Hvitserk told me I'd have to do less chores when the baby got here." Hivitserk looked at you sheepishly, cradling his little boy who had been born a few weeks ago, "sorry."

Ubbe came bursting in, a huge smile on his face and pulled his wife into a huge hug, "another successful birth." You shook your head, his exploits had spread all the way to King Harold's lands.

As you all sat down for court, peace came over the room. Lagertha had moved to a small farm close enough that she spent most nights sleeping in the hall, and Bjorn had just returned from another adventure, his skin becoming weathered with the sun. Hivtserk and Kindra had filled the Hall with children and had no intention of stopping. The songs Sigurd and his wife had written had infected the land, they sang of his father and his brother, the nieces and nephews they loved so much. Aslaug still looked like a queen even with her greying hair and aging bones, her grandchildren always turning to her when they were in trouble with their parents.

Ivar had taken up the biggest role in the court while his brothers enjoyed their quiet lives away. Each morning you would get up, ready the children, have breakfast then spend the day helping your people while Ivar sat on the throne, looking after the kingdom.

All was right with the world, and everything was wonderful.

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Thank you all for your support, every little bit has made every word worth it and you can't imagine how much each note has meant to me. I value every one of you I look forward to giving you more. Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the very bottom of my heart. I really hope the ending did the series justice, look out for the post in a few weeks time when you can request various stories from this universe.

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[dxrkenedheights]

where: clearwater, bc jan 23

with: kenzie vaisman and egil jansen @waterfallswords

★・・・・・・★

In all honesty, Kenzie can fuck with the Vissers. They give the same stink eye to the Crosses as she does and in many ways, they're pretty interesting. And their accents are cute. Which is great but not when one of them has stuck to her side, the group parting and Kenzie finding herself with a Viking-wolf that keeps staring at her braids. There's a small flash of PTSD of being stared at by such a Scandi-skinned face, Kenzie making a challenged raise of her brows to him. And she keeps seeing his peering blue eyes whenever she clears a shelf from the store they enter, and he's still just standing and doing nothing. "Okay, you know what..." she stops, turning to him as she tries to keep her tone diplomatic. "Evil? Is that what you said your name is? So, Evil...supply runs means...we run but for supplies. Right? Which usually means we gotta get 'em." she gestures to the shelves. "How 'bout you take over that side?" the same hand points away from her, her eyes not leaving him for a moment. "You always stare at people like that? 'cause where I'm from, that means you wanna fight."

#kenzievaisman.talk #c: kenzie vaisman w. egil jansen 001 #c: clearwater bc jan 23 #I'M LAUGHING

[lace1026]

Lost Sister in Kiev

Astrid’s POV

My name is Astrid Ragnarsdottir. My city was attacked when we were at our weakest point. My city, you ask, is Kattegat. We were attacked by Egil “the bastard” when my brothers were away finding the men who killed our father. However, during the attack I fled as I was afraid we would fail, and I didn’t want to die. So I packed before and took my horse to help me with the trip until I got to Paris, where my Uncle Rollo is King. He let me rest until I wanted to leave and had a boat made for me to sail far away. I had gotten very far, but when winter came I was unable to survive it, until I was rescued by King Oleg. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. 

Flashback

I was walking slowly in the woods with fur covering me up, until I heard laughter nearby. I looked around in search for the direction of the laughter and then walked towards it. As I was heading to the hill, I saw a group of soldiers perimetering the area. 

“​​Вон там” a soldier says. (Translation: Over there)

All the other soldiers become on guard and point their weapons at me. I raised my hands slowly and then collapsed on the ground. The next thing I saw, I was in a tent with a very rich man. I looked around me and noticed I was next to a fire and felt warm. I felt fur around me and then looked up at the man in front of me. 

“Напиток.” he says, pointing to the cup in front of me. (Translation: Drink)

I pick it up and start drinking the water. I then place it down and ask “Who are you?”. He looks at me and asks “You speak old norse?” and I nod my head ‘yes’ then he says “So you’re a viking”. I nod my head again and then ask “How do you know my language?” “It was my people’s old language. But now, we are Rus Vikings…What is your name?” he says. “Astrid.” I say. “Nice to meet you Astrid, I am King Oleg. I must say, you are far away from home.” he says. “I escaped just when my city was attacked. It was unexpected and I thought we would lose, so…I left. Without leaving a note.” I say. “So you have nowhere to go.” he says. I shook my head ‘no’ and then looked down at my hands. “Well then, you shall come with me back to my kingdom, and we will see what you can help with.” he says. “But why? You don’t know me that well. For all I could be a killer.” I say. “I don’t think you are. Your dress says you were treated respectfully back in your city. You must have been a queen?” he says. “I was a princess.” I say. “Well, you will keep your rightful name, Princess Astrid.” he says. I smile at him and say “thank you…very much”. 

Flashback over

Astrid’s POV

Since then, Oleg and I have grown a friendship and he has provided me with so many things for my stay, like my own personal guard. I have also learnt their language so I can communicate with everyone. Once in a while, Oleg and I will speak in old norse so I can still be connected to my old life. I’ve told Oleg about my life, like my brothers and how I miss them. 

“Принцесса Астрид” someone says, interrupting my daydream. (Translation: Princess Astrid)

I turn around and see Micha, my guard, standing at my door, and then I say “Да”. (Translation: Yes)

“Князь Олег попросил вас выйти на балкон.” he says. (Translation: Prince Oleg asked you to go out onto the balcony)

“Спасибо, Миша” I say (Translation: Thank you, Micha) 

I put down the dog statue I got as a gift, and head to the balcony that overlooks the market. “Oleg, you said you wanted to see me?” I say. “Yes, I have a surprise for you. You see that man walking with a crutch.” he says, pointing the man out to me. The man was a cripple, and it reminded me so much of my brother Ivar. “Yes, he is a cripple. But what about him?” I say. “His name is Ivar the Boneless. Your brother.” he says. I look at him with wide eyes and say “Do not play with me Oleg.” angry that he would bring my brother up. “I am not. Go see for yourself.” he says. I look at that man once again and walk to the gates so I can go outside. I walk up to the man from behind and wait for him to turn around. As soon as I saw the side of his face, I knew it was Ivar. “Ivar?” I ask. The man turns and faces me, and his once bored looking face becomes shocked. “A-Astrid?” he says. I run up to him and hug my brother, as he hugs me back with one arm. “You’re here. How? W-What are you d-doing here?” he says. “Come inside and I shall tell you.” I say. He holds my hand as we go inside and sit in my room. 

I tell him the story and he is shocked. “Our brothers and I believed you were dead. We couldn’t find your body,” he says, with tears in his eyes. I put both of my hands on his face, wiping his tears away and then I said “I am very well alive, brother”, and hugged him once again. 

This is my first story ever, so please go easy. And no copying please.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #dottir of ragnar

[thorsiffe-dragonheart]

Forged upon our fists

For: @leelabheriya Location: The Punch Cage Past thread, set shortly after the Dragonheart's arrival in VC.

Thorsiffe had not need spend long in the city, before the existence of a fighting ring for those living under the Gilded Law found their ears. Such had been exactly the kind of adventures they'd hoped to find when moving to Vievecor.

Still searching for work, one might have thought Thorsiffe eager to compete for the money it offered. In stark contrast, it was what called to them least. They would welcome it, most certainly. But the experience forged in battle and the glory of your name upon the tongues of the crowd had been what truly drew Thorsiffe in.

Tonight too, Thorsiffe found themself testing their mettle in the fighting pit. They had discarded their usual clothes and jewelry in favor of a sporta bra and workout shorts, both a vibrant blue. The shorts displayed a red dragon on their butt, which they'd had a good laugh at upon first donning them. Their hair pulled up into a pun and most of their skin exposed, the werewolf was proudly displaying their tattoos. Saying Thorsiffe's body was a canvas was an apt descriptor, as they bore tattoos on all parts of it, and they came in a great and vivid variety of colors.

The crowd erupted in cheers and victory roars as they charged the staggering vampire. Pushing themself into the air, they leapt. Within the blink of an eye, they'd pulled back and erupted their legs in force again, dropkicking the vampire. Their feet planted against his chest, sending him crashing into the air and through the cage's fence, ripping the arena part ouf of its sockets.

Landing upon their back, Thorsiffe quickly rolled over and sprang to their feet, eyes darting to their opponent. He, on the other hand, simply let out a groan and remaind unconscious on the floor. Thorsiffe grinned, more cheering erupted from the crowd, and they raised their bloodied fists into the air in victory.

A moment's pause before the next fight. Their last foe was carried off, Thorsiffe was given a chair and a bottle of water, and some employees set to repairing the cage. It only took a minute for them to catch their breath - a benefit of their blood. Just as Thorsiffe had downed the bottle of water with worrying speed, a giant of a man, at least seven feet tall and with arms like logs, came up to them carrying to large mugs of beer.

Thorsiffe greeted Egil, their cousin, with a smile, and he gave them a nod and a pat on the back. One of the beers traded hands. In doing so, it went from looking like a normal glass in Egil's hand, to comically large in Thorsiffe's. "Skál," they cheersed, clinking their glasses and taking a drink. A ridiculous amount disappeared Thorsiffe's throat before they let out a satisfied 'aah', wiping the foam of their upper lip.

They and Egil talked and laughed some in their native tongue. Mostly it was Egil giving Thorsiffe pointers about where they could yet improve, and the two of them eyeing the room and theorizing who their next foe might be.

Some minutes passed, and one of the Cage's organizers came up to tell Thorsiffe the time for their next bout was nigh. They downed what remained of their beer and stepped into the cage again.

"In the right corner," the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, "red-haired and wild, the northern wolf, we have... Dragonheart!"

Cheers and clapping came from the crowd, and Thorsiffe grinned and raised their fists into the air once more, letting out a full-throated howl. They felt alive.

"We have a bit of a themed rematch tonight," the announcer continued, and Thorsiffe quieted again. One did well to respect their foe, even in a friendly bout. Their eyes had lit up with curiosity upon hearing they had faced this one before, and they eagerly eyed the other side of the cage.

"For in the left corner, fiery and calculated, a prodigy of battle-magic, we have..." the speakers boomed. A black woman stepped into the ring, wearing a similar outfit to Thorsiffe, though hers was a fiery red, and a thick braid of dreads fell down her back. "Inferno!"

Inferno grinned, pointing a palm at Thorsiffe, her fingers spread out and bent like claws. "Ready to get burned again, wolf?"

Thorsiffe returned the grin, narrowing their eyes. "Play at fire. I shall break your bones like ice."

Instantaneously, fire crackles in the air. It was the same move, the same setup, that Inferno had used upon them last time. This time, Dragonheart is prepared. They charge forward, shifting on their feet and crouching, weaving underneath the gout of flame, though they still feel tendrils of it licking at their skin. The spell passes right through the cage's fence, and a group of customers jump for cover. Like a wave erupting to the sky, Thorsiffe springs up, pushing Inferno's hand up into the air, her fire spreading out against the ceiling.

Inferno's other hand starts moving, meaning to fling some curse at Dragonheart, but their momentum has not yet ceased. Their fist shot forward, into Inferno's face, and is met with a satisfying crack. The witch flinches, clutching her face with her free hand. Thorsiffe comes in closer, pressing herself against Inferno. Their faces side by side, looking over one another's shoulder, and they grip Inferno by the hips, before performing a Glíma throw. With their leg, they kick up one of Inferno's, wrecking her footing. Lifting her up the rest of the way with their hands, they twist their own torso to the side, using their thigh as an achor to roll their foe upon. Inferno yelps and lands on the cage's floor with a loud thud.

Thorsiffe lets themself follow, falling on top of her, but by the time they reach the ground, Inferno's has opened her mouth. And its filling with red hot light and the crackling of flames. She spews forth fire like a dragon of legend. Thorsiffe rolls over, away from her. Their arm is caught in the flames still, though only for a second, and they let out a cry as their skin is caught in the all-encompassing pain of fire.

On their knees, Thorsiffe grunts, having to pat out flames that found purchase on their skin. Meanwhile, Inferno gets up and laughs, "who's the dragon now, eh?"

She points her palm forward again, but Thorsiffe had rushed forward faster than Inferno could respond. The curse finds purchase only in the ground, disappearing with a loud 'swish'.

"I need only your heart, no?" Thorsiffe giggles, pushing their shoulder against her hips and gripping her behind the knees with both hands, breaking her posture. They fall to the ground once more, and Thorsiffe is quick to climb on top and pin Inferno's hands against the floor.

Inferno laughs again, "you don't learn, do you, dear?" Fire starts crackling down in her throat yet again, yet Thorsiffe simply grins. Inferno frowns, but before she can unleash her spell, Thorsiffe crashes down upon her, flinging their forehead into her face. The spell fizzles out, and any tension Inferno had held melts into the ground.

"You should get more creative," they snorted, getting up again to the deafening roaring of the crowd.

#leela #leela: forged upon our fists #closed starter

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Egill

It's NPC Wednesday!

We may forget his name but not this rude gesture he repeats four times. He is a druid residing in Gedyneith, Skellige. In the quest Shock Therapy, Egill took a vow of silence, which Geralt finally breaks. Hilarity ensues!

Photo from my PS4 gameplay

#witcher 3 #skellige #kaer trolde #druid #skelliger #npc wednesday #the witcher 3

[mewfulmelia]

Hi, my name is Melia!

Bisexual poly transfemme likely migrating from Twitter! (user was Melia__Arthur)

My special interest in the Xenoseries! (I still need to play Xenosaga aaaa soon). I’m also a fan of Final Fantasy, Chrono Trigger, Mother, Kid Icarus, Madoka Magica, and The Owl House

My current Xeno faves are Noah/N, Mio, Miyabi, Sena, Shulk, Egil, Pythra, Jin, Alvis/A, Fei/Id, Elly, and of course my namesake!

Ask me about offseercule! (NoahMiyabiMio)

[the-grey-hunt]

time to inflict myself on the internet

there IS a correct answer. do not pick leif just because you heard his name on spongebob that one time

#polls #alatar speaks #icelandic sagas

[seriouslysam8]

The other sneak peeks were amazing! I'm curious about Caligo. So can you tell us about that maybe?

Harry Potter had been a lot of places over the years during his career as an Auror. Never had he been to the high security prison in the Norwegian Sea that contained vampires, werewolves, and the like which were deemed too dangerous to house with what was deemed normal criminal witches and wizards. The prison wasn’t under Britain’s jurisdiction, so Harry had zero say in how the prison was run.

Harry scowled as he handed over his papers, his eyes watching the lurking of a Dementor in the distance. Apparently, the prison had always had staffing issues. Nobody wanted to risk working around such criminals. Harry would like to say he didn’t blame them, but they were still human after all. Humans with terrible afflictions that may or may not have attributed to their crimes.

“Hold on,” the guard held up a finger, snapping with his free hand to someone behind him.

They talked in low tones in a language Harry didn’t understand. His eyes flickered down to see his Auror badge, his Ministry paperwork, Ministry passport, and the letter that had been sent to him saying his presence was requested at the prison. He had no idea why they wanted to see him and only became annoyed when he learned he was to come alone and not allowed to bring Ron.

“Auror Potter,” a deep voice said, causing Harry to look up. “I am glad you could make it. My name Egil Larson, I am the Head of the Norwegian Auror Department. There is something I would like to show you, if you don’t mind.”

“May I ask what? Why me?” Harry asked as a guard gathered up Harry’s paperwork and handed it to him.

“We have had one prisoner here who likes to scream your name,” Egil explained. “I have received many reports about it to the point where we have looked you up many years ago. You are quite the impressive wizard and we can only imagine your encounters with our prisoner.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, who are we talking about?”

“Fenrir Greyback,” Egil replied, his lips drawn into a thin line.