#like where did leif go

[guideaus]

did someone tell yukimura women exist or is thorfinn gonna get a wife

#personal #vinland saga lb #sorry im suspicious after that one line #not sure why these pages dont have black borders btw. i was like where tf did leif just go lol

[loupy-mongoose]

*Ahem*

Happy Halloween!! ^w^

Bug Fables.

It's my current favorite video game, and actually, you can thank it for Linden Roots existing~

I'll explain, but in order to do so I have to dive into spoilers for one of my absolute favorite plots for one of my absolute favorite characters, so I need to slap on a;

MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING!

In my opinion, this game is best experienced SPOILER FREE, so if you haven't played it and want to some day, I recommend skipping my info dump below. (This info can be acquired before beating the main game though. :>)

You're okay with spoilers? Yes? Okay, carry on.

So.

Those who are familiar with Leif's story will probably see how Bug Fables influenced the creation of Linden Roots.

A long while ago, I mentioned Randy being inspired by my favorite fictional character.

That's Leif.

Leif is a moth who is ancient.

And dead.

Loooooong before the game takes place (I can't find an exact timeframe; it's like a generation or two), Leif went with a team of bugs to explore a cave, but ended up dying in there. In that same cave, a group of scientists later experimented on cordyceps. Now, as soon as they became relevant to the story I was HOOKED.

I learned about cordyceps as a kid, and they scared the crap out of me. But it also was one of those morbidly fascinating things I'd look into once in a while. (Before anyone tells me, yes, I know that's what's in The Last of Us.)

If you don't know, IRL cordyceps basically turn bugs into zombies.

Anyway, the scientists were trying to find a way to create eternal life (what else is new lol), and did this through cordyceps. Which, as one could guess when dealing with zombie fungus, ended up going badly for the scientists.

One of the "failed" experimental fungi was thrown out, and found its way to the deceased Leif, and brought him back to life. It took on his memories, and Leif woke up without knowing what happened, until you dig into his story during the game. So the "Leif" we know in the game isn't truly Leif, but is the fungus living as him.

Now... I'm sure that sounds a bit familiar...

This idea of a character being dead-but-not struck a chord with me. It fascinated me to no end.

But there's more to it.

As one might expect, Leif has some tragedy surrounding him.

While playing the game, you can stumble upon his decedents.

This here is Muze. With a 'z'

This is Leif's great great however-many-greats grand-daughter, who you meet in the game's present day.

When he was alive, he had a wife.

His wife was Muse. With an 's'.

We never get to see what Muse looked like, but he says in-game that Muze is a spitting image of her. Hence why Akoya is dressed as she is in my pic. She's dressed as Muse.

Now, according to the developers, Muse was pregnant when Leif went into the cave where he died.

And he didn't know.

There are several moments in the game that show Leif's potential as a father, but one in particular stood out to me.

(Note for the images; Leif refers to himself as "We/Us".)

Oops, I forgot one. Vi finishes by shouting "I said it's not happening!"

The text in the last shot bounces/wiggles in-game, indicating playfulness or joking.

If you're familiar with Goombario and Goombella in the Paper Mario games, this dialogue is this game's version of that. You can have the main characters give flavor text on any area and most characters in the game. (And I recommend doing it often, as it adds SOOO much to the game! ^v^)

This bit takes place in the first room after Kabbu and Vi meet Leif. And at the end of the room, an event happens to change what's said for the rest of the game. Meaning, the only time you see it is RIGHT after they meet; He was getting playful with these two bugs he'd met only moments ago.

I'm sure it can just be seen as sarcasm, but having found this dialogue after learning about Leif missing out on raising a child, I saw it as a clue that he would've been a great dad. And it shattered me. ;w;

Randy and Akoya are wish-fulfillment. They're my version of Leif and Muse. They're my way of giving Leif and Muse what I'm sad they missed out on, while also keeping some of the angst, lol. Thankfully, they've evolved into their own separate characters that I feel I can be proud of, but Leif's story and tragedy still has a deep, well-protected place in my heart.

Anyway, thanks for checking out my ramble. I accept no blame for any potential spoiler you might've seen against your will. XD

#Pokemon #Linden Roots #Art #Bug Fables #<3

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 7)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)

Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)

Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other seet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Part 10 is here - Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises of Vinland broken and abandoned

Tag list:

@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: Death of character, Canute being slapped, pillaging, mention of Canute not taking care of himself to the point where he could die, slight gore, Thorfinn leaving you alone, uh oh its Thorkell time]

So It Goes On And On Not Knowing When It Went Wrong...

So. While things have changed a bit, all around everything still seemed the same.

Marching on and travelling by wagon is not bad at all, you noted, and so far nothing has really threatened the prince, that was constantly attempting to glance at your direction.

Ragnar is quiet all around except for the prince and Askeladd hasn't shared one of his 'great plans' in a while, too.

Thorfinn was as grumpy as ever, always by your side.

Yet the snow has gotten heavier.

It was worrying at best...the road to the king was long.

And the food was running low.

So I Just Feel and Feed The Blood That's Inside Me...

It was only a matter of time.

Of course. Askeladd being Askeladd, being the cunning and clever fellow he was, the leader of hungry, savage vikings would take all a single village had to feed his.

You heard the priest, who traveled silently along you with his alcohol in hand, shriek and call out. Björn quickly beat him into submission.

Ragnar argued to leave these good, religious people alone while speaking as little English as possible.

You were just glad Askeladd did not order you to 'help'. You'd stay far back, as far as you could, watching over the prince. You wondered if he could hear the same things as you.

The young man was hunched and not peeking at you for once. Even while no one was there, Thorfinn still insisted to sit close by you, squeezing you into the wall of the wagon and keeping Cantue a good distance away. He said nothing.

Just as the food arrived, he handed you meat. Telling you to eat while you could and that food was food. Canute got his portion from Ragnar.

You cared for your friend. Yet at times you observed his apathy that was as equal to enemies as it was to innocent people.

Still, such things are quickly forgotten. It isn't the first time, after all.

You got food, you got water, and supplies. You'll survive and so will the prince.

All was the same...including when Ragnar invited you once again to eat. Food was food and especially delectable when it was cooked safely.

You convinced Thorfinn to go. Whether or not out of trust and companionship for Canute and Ragnar or for the fact that was it was free and cooked food. Safely cooked food - miles better than charred fish.

Thorfinn pouts. He doesn't particularly care for 'lunch' but if one; you were to go and two; there was food, he'd have no choice but to oblige.

It was eerily similiar to the first dinner - Canute cooked while Ragnar helped set the table. Only would he glance at you from time to time, the smile on his face fading.

Whether or not you note that the man is not fond of his son - well, his prince, fancying you, is up to you. But know that he won't openly do something against his affections as long as they don't cross a limit.

He cannot have his highness believe he can just have you stay at his castle and marry you...

Thorfinn noticed too, and while he understands where the man is coming from, that does not sour his mood any less whenever Ragnar has to...scowl at you like that.

Canute is as shy as a maiden. He cooks and it is like he had forgotten about the pillage as he asked you bashfully how the dish was.

Soon the shanty is filled with conversation of the past until Ragnar was called out by the rest of the band. Eyeing the trio requesting for his presence, he promised Canute he'd return soon and for you and Thorfinn to continue protecting him.

With an narrowed gaze you watched them leave. The door was closed to keep the snow out. Their footsteps slowly grew quieter and finding the table to be cleaned already, Canute shyly attempted smalltalk with you.

You admitted to yourself that you were barely listening. When you looked into the faces of the men, the bandmates that you knew, you could only see Askeladd.

The table shook and rumbled as the men put Ragnar's cold body on it, more carelessly than planned. Askeladd glanced at them before gazing back to Canute with the same narrowed and focused eyes. The latter was trembling at the sight.

"It was an ambush." Askeladd began, continuing with an empty explanation and the request to keep moving forward. Whoever killed Ragnar must be on their heels - and with Thorkell in tow, they'd best hurry.

They leave shortly after with only you, Thorfinn and Canute staying. Your blonde friend said nothing as he prepared his things. Canute could only stare wordlessly at the corpse in the room.

There it was again. Maybe the sliver of compassion left in your heart or the knowledge that it is difficult to move on from death but it is a must anyway - no matter what the reason may be, you once again decided to appraoch the prince.

With a hand on his shoulder, you turned him to you. His dilating eyes couldn't meet yours. "Prince...what Askeladd said is unfortunately true. If we stay, we will all die here. It hurts, but we have to keep going."

It worked in a way as well...as if in a trance, Canute let you lead him out of the shanty by the hand and into the cold snow. His gaze, as wide as a deer's, was glued on Ragnar until he was inevitably out of sight.

The trance was quickly broken though.

The moment Canute was forcefully thrown into the wagon, he found his voice in an agonizing scream again. His big eyes shut close for the first time only to spill out tears as he yelled out profanity after profanity, order after order to have Ragnar not be left behind in some nowhere shanty but properly buried in honor.

The leader of the band made it quickly clear that they do not have time for funerals and honor - a mountain of a man with a bloodlust no warrior deities could match was after them - after him - so he could cease his bawling.

"Ragnar!" His name left his mouth again, his throat beginnning to hurt. If he himself could not stop his grief, then it was Askeladd leaving his face bruised in a hard slap.

"Ragnar is dead. No matter how many times you call out for him, the dead will not hear you. Not come for you nor help you."

Canute brought a hand to his throbbing, red cheek. The tears stopped for a moment as he stared at Askeladd in disbelief, voice shaking.

"...It was you..."

It was clear to everyone witnessing that there were more words to be exchanged, yet the man was faster. Without any hesitation he ordered for everyone to keep on marching no matter what. With a flick of his finger, he pointed back to Thorfinn and you, telling you to keep on having an eye on the prince.

You didn't know what to think. But as Thorfinn helped you up on the wagon and Canute silently hunched in his seat, you only knew you felt anger.

Keep Your Precious Justice To Yourself, Bud...

Only a few days have passed but each was as dull as the next.

Thorfinn and you still had the priviledge on sitting on the wagon next to Canute, who stayed hunched in his lone seat. He hadn't spoken a word ever since Askeladd's lesson of death.

The band's mood darkened like the grey and cloudy sky. Snow kept on piling and piling up and you often had the displeasure of getting off the wagon and pushing it through the thick white while Canute stayed put, not lifting a finger nor his head.

Thorkell was close - everyone knew. Besides the whsipers, only Björn spoke to the band's leader.

Thorfinn ate, slept and sat as if nothing was wrong. SInce the days have been quiet, he barely paid any attention to the prince, and would only acknowledge you. Though due to the gloomy atmosphere among the men, you barely were in any mood to talk and the blonde knew it.

At times he'd nudge you, asking how you feel. He shares his food, dividing it in two, or lets you drink fom his water sash. His blanket and cloak are, of course, also yours to share.

Yet he doesn't even lift a finger for Canute. The young man is grieving in solitude even while surrounded by men there to protect him. He does not reply nor answer anyone's call.

You take a part of the loaf of bread Thorfinn shared with you and offer it to him.

Thorfinn glares at the exchange disapprovingly. Still, he lets you do whatever you think needs to be done.

Even if he doesn't really get it or see it as neccesary.

It takes time, but Canute lifts his head ever so slightly before taking the bread. He chewed on it slowly.

The prince may not speak and seemed even quieter than he was at your first meeting, but he at least acknowledged you and your actions. Whenever the men realized that they would also have to look out for the young man - after all, he cannot starve or die of thirst or cold - they would turn to you for the task. Canute only seemed to accept your deeds and your words.

Ragnar wasn't here to baby him anymore, after all.

As heartless as it may sound, Thorfinn also saw Ragnar's actions as babying Cantue. And now, you are doing the exact same.

After some time Thorfinn would definitely whisper to you, whisper how you are smothering and mothering him. Look at the princess. He barely cannot eat or drink by himself. Another round of your kind and honeyed words will have him demand that you start feeding him as well.

Whether or not you shush or agree with him is up to you. But it cannot be denied that Canute cannot be left alone or else he would easily allow himself to die.

Some men gossip among themselves how you have taken Ragnar's position. None found any glee or schadenfreude in that fact, however, and were more focused on the inevitable meeting with Thorkell the Tall.

Higher Than The Sky And Deeper Than The Sea...

And so it came.

You remember it well. How Thorfinn, sitting next to you, grabbed your arm and shifted you closer to him. His cold glare was aimed at the road covered in snow in the distance and his voice was in a low whisper.

"We have to start looking out for the others as well." He began curtly and dry. Brief with his assumption that something was wrong here in the band, that none of the men liked where any of this was going.

They did not like the plan. The marching. The secrets Askeladd kept to himself and the feral giant hunting them down. It would only be a matter of time before a fight would ensue.

"Look out for yourself. Stay alert." He told you and with that, let go, as if nothing had been exchanged between you at all.

And just like that, it was like a prophecy.

The bridge the men were ordered to destroy was nothing but a pebble on the road for Thorkell. He and his men were visible over the hill and with just one swing of his arm, a spear impaled three men.

As swift as the wind, Thorfinn flung out his daggers and stood in front of you. Canute did not move a muscle at the men falling, nor did he look up to know who was here to 'save' him next.

People dying and fighting over being the 'escorts' and 'heroes' who have safely returned the prince to his king.

A quick arguement began before it became a full-out betrayal.

Not like Askeladd had not seen it coming.

Quickly he ordered Björn to ride off and bring the prince to safety - with you and Thorfinn on the wagon and tow as well.

The tables have turned and a manpower of over thirty are now after Askeladd's head and the prince's saftey. Feet stomped over the broken wreckage and soon, Thorkell stood before them all.

The bandmates hoped to switch sides and offer Askeladd's life as a token of loyalty. But your heart only gave out at the sight of the giant of a man.

No matter how you felt about Askeladd, the conversations you had with him...you could not forget his attempt at your life and all the things he had done to Thorfinn...you could not charge back down there and help him.

But Thorfinn could and would.

As he let out a scream, you held him back by his shoulders. The wagon was rushing away from the turmoil together with the prince and the priest...and more of the traitors came hunting you down on their horses.

"It's foolish to go back there! There's Thorkell, Thorkell! Don't you remember what he did to us last time?!"

Though, Thorfinn does not listen. He aimed at the oncoming men and their horses, shooting them down before they could reach you. Sparing one of the animals, he saddled on before yelling back at you. His face contorted in an rage you have never seen before.

"He is MY prey!!!" He shouted back, "You stay here! Kill anyone who tries to come near you!"

It is the first time where the young viking does not prioritize your safety.

As he charged back to the hill below, he shot down the rest coming for the prince - yet in his mind they are coming for you.

Even as they fell, he left you alone with Björn who is easily tempted by madness.

If he hesitates now, his revenge will be lost.

[idk whats up with me today, my english is just....bleh. I really mix up past tense and present dont ask me why.

More of a 'from plot A -> plot B' kind of thing. Not a lot happens unitl then...]

#vinland saga #vinland saga x reader #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #thorfinn x reader #vinland saga headcanons #thorfinn headcanons #thorfinn karlsefni x reader #gender neutral imagine #vinland saga imagine #thorfinn imagine #thorfinn x you #prince canute #canute #askeladd #this one is kinda eh #but its also because nothing exciting happens #besides...depression #dont worry once canute literally wakes up into his character development #things are gonna go hoooooweee #rip to all the men dying though holy shit #i googled to see how MANY men askeladd really had and uh #wow they really do not leave their corpses alone #uses them for target practice holy shit #i understand canute's view of love now and how vikings need it #thorfinn also idiot #literally leaves you alone to SAVE HIS DADS KILLER smh #HELLO??? U R LITERALLY HIS ONLY FRIEND #AND YOU GET TO BE LEFT ALONE AND NOT BE SAVED #TSAWH

[sirianasims]

A few days later I made my way to GeekCon, feeling excited.

For one weekend every summer, the famous Casbah Gallery was completely transformed and filled with cosplayers, merch stalls, and a plethora of geeks.

I had never been able to attend in person, Copperdale was too far away, and the online pass just wasn’t the same.

The gallery shop, normally selling tickets and art prints, was now filled with comics and collectibles, snacks and toys. It was honestly a little overwhelming.

I decided to start from the beginning and looked at the MySims display. I had quite a few already, but I really wanted Violet. She was a little expensive though.

I went through my budget in my head and decided that she would be my reward when I hit 50,000 subscribers. Then I moved on to the Voidcritters.

Everyone knew Voidcritters, but it always felt a bit too much like a children’s game for me. Still, I did occasionally stream myself playing video games, and it might be nice to throw in something more casual – although few Voidcritter fans had anything resembling a casual relationship with the game.

Either way, it could get me some new viewers.

My train of thought was derailed by a guy next to me clearing his throat.

“Hi… uh, are you Jules? From DesignedByJules?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I knew I recognised you! Sorry, I’m Marten, I’ve followed you for years -“

He stopped abruptly.

“OK, it sounds super creepy when I say it like that, but I do follow your channel. Do you play Voidcritters? I’ve never seen it on your streams.”

“I’m considering it.”

His eyes lit up.

“Who are you gonna main? Please don’t say Vulpes, newbies always pick Vulpes just because it’s one of the main characters.”

“Actually, I…”

“You should go for the Earth types, everyone thinks Void is special but Earth is actually stronger if you know what you’re doing.”

“Actually, I was considering Wind. I kinda like Meduso.”

Marten wrinkled his nose.

“Wind is kinda finicky though. If you’re starting with a Common critter, you should try Nymphaea.”

He gestured to one of the decals on the wall.

“If Nymphaeas are in danger, they produce these fungal spores that invade animal hosts so they can propagate the species in a safer environment. In episode 19 there was a bunch of Nymphaea that took over a flower shop and started reproducing like crazy and Leif had to free his friends from their hypnotising pollen and relocate them to a remote nature preserve – the Nymphaea, that is, not his friends.”

“I see.”

I started moving through the shop and Marten followed, still talking at breakneck speeds as if determined to impress me. It was actually a little adorable.

“And you know how Vulpes is based on a fox and Suintor is a pig and such? Some of the fans actually believe that Nymphaeas are based on a real thing.”

“Except water lilies usually don’t have hypnotising pollen.”

“No, but what if something did? I saw this discussion on one of the fan forums once where someone claimed to have heard that there was a rare flower on Sixam that did something like that.”

“It sounds a little farfetched to me. I mean, most super powers are just made up, right?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I guess we’ll never know where they got the idea from, none of the original creators of the show are still alive and there has been no communication with Sixam for decades. Maybe Sixam was never even real. They could have faked it all.”

I thought of the old pictures of a little blue boy in grandpa Eric’s house.

“No, Sixam is definitely real. My great-grandma went there.”

Marten didn’t seem convinced but dropped the subject. 

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #julia duchelli #marten rouse

[aquaaquila]

As for Marcy's name translating to god of war, for some reason my brain always sorta associated it hinting how war started in amphibia, one that did (unintentionally) forge through Marcy's hands via Andrias

Ok, rant time since it's like my first ask which isn't about reblog games or some support scam:

All Calamity Girls represent each of the race they were send to in their eternity. All the wars invasions and conflicts started with newts. Down from Valeriana and her order creating the Calamity Box that would be later used to conquer the other worlds which would be directly under the command of the Newt dynasty Andrias belonged to (all 3 races contributed though, much like all 3 girls came together to waste their lives together, and sure Sasha was the ultimate control freak, but it was Marcy who "always had a plan" according to Sash and both Sasha and Marcy bonded over pragmatic understanding that Anne is too "nice" (granted it's usually Sasha perceived as mean, Marcy as nice and Anne as in-between, it's more so about Anne being moral to Sasha's immoral and Marcy's amoral) and she should go along with their schemes like them throwing dance parties + Marcy also always inviting Sash and Anne to do stuff with her even if they weren't interested). And of course the aftermath of Leif's betrayal in which Andrias started Amphibia's racism and used newts specifically to uphold such a system by making them in charge and most privileged, and then leading another invasion on Earth which was basically a war to end all wars.

Because as I said, Marcy represents the newts, she also kickstarts all the conflicts in the show. She got all 3 of them stuck in Amphibia, which finally made Anne confront Sasha, all of their misadventures, and finally enabled Andrias to lead the invasion to Earth by supporting him. And we shall also not forget about Darcy, who while not the same person as Marcy, is still part of her character. Darcy's color scheme also matches the planet Mars which is where the part of "God of War" in Marcy's name comes from, whereas Marcy's normal color scheme represents the Planet Earth, ironic considering she was the least eager to come back to Earth. Darcy of course was the ultimate Mastermind behind the invasion and the tradition of starting wars. Darcy was one of the final bosses of Amphibia to defeat, the one representing the ultimate consequences of how far the toxicity of all 3 girls could've gone.

So yeah, personality-wise Marcy may not seem like she would suit her name, heck people probably would think she should be more like Athena. However without doubt the name of Marcy Regina Wu fits her actual role in the story, even if it wasn't exactly her willing choice. Though it's not like she doesn't have it in her, I mean she is a gamer who always slays-

Just in case you haven't noticed I just love how the entire trio was crafted, they're such perfect characters ong-

#keep sending me more asks and I'll give you meta analysis on all 3 girls #and also Hunter x Calamity trio xD if it escalates out of hand #amphibia #marcy wu #darcy wu #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #amphibia newts

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

The Ward Pt. 2 | Jonathan Breech x fem!character

Summary: Jonathan Breech is sentenced to three months in a Dublin psych ward after trying to take his life. He meets a girl and thinks he's fallen in love... but is this just a product of opportunity and loneliness or could it be more?

Warnings: Based heavily on One the Edge (2001) so there is already a lot of mental-health specific discussions. More specifically- mentions of suicide, self-harm, death, depression, anxiety, feeling helpless and alone, medication, vomiting, pregnancy. There is nothing explicitly sexual in pt. 2, just kissing, so there are no warnings for that here. Please don't read if you think any of the previously mentioned topics could be triggering! Some of this is taken from my personal experience with mental-health issues so read with care.

word count: 4019k

Leif Erikson- Interpol 🎶

Sad girl- Lana del Rey 🎵

Note- One the Edge is free on Internet Archive...

Please read the warnings before continuing, thanks!

He stumbled back to his room, wiping sweat from the back of his neck beneath his normal clothes. He laughed silently as he watched Toby sneak back into his own room before he opened his door. His room was dark and he slipped inside, trying hard not to make any sound as he shut the door slowly. He was only a little tipsy and the run back to the hospital from the bar cleared his head. He’d already caused trouble and forced himself and Toby into a predicament with three large men that involved running all over Dublin for an hour until they could make it back to the hospital. Jonathan’s life was anything but boring to say the least. As he closed the door and turned to take off his jacket the sight of someone sitting on his bed nearly made him lose his balance and fall. He caught himself on the doorframe and clutched his chest. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” he panted. Margaret, having been sitting against the wall on his bed, rolled over. 

“Sorry, sorry! I came in here earlier looking for you and you weren’t here.” 

“So you sat here in the dark for God knows how long?” He laughed painfully and slapped a hand across his forehead.

“It makes me sound perverted when you say it like that,” she got off the bed and wrapped her arms around herself. She silently gave thanks that the room was dark and he couldn’t see the rush of heat to her face from pure mortification. “I just thought you’d be happy to see me. I shouldn’t have assumed…” She avoided his eyes that shone even in the darkness. She tried to step around him to the door but he stopped her, gently putting his hands around her shoulders. His hands were cold and clammy from the run. 

“No, I do want you here… even if you are perverted,” he smiled and she relaxed a little under his hands. 

“Where were you?” She asked him as he took off his jacket and stuffed it in a bag beneath the bed. 

“I snuck out with Toby and we went to a bar.” He sat on the bed with a sigh and leaned his back against the cool wall. He patted the space beside him at the foot of the mattress and she joined him hesitantly. She sat beside him but left some space, still too nervous to get too close to this boy that she really didn’t know. 

“Did you have fun?” She smiled and noticed the way he was still catching his breath from running. 

“Oh yeah. Toby and I got into this brawl and I got a few good punches in before Toby pulled me away and we made a run for it.” 

“Are you lying?” She leaned her head against the wall and turned it to the side to look at him. He smiled cheekily at her and rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, but for the sake of the story, pretend I’m not.” He whispered. 

“Ok,” she nodded, “but how did you get out?”

“Toby found this ladder a while ago and so he puts it against the wall and climbs over it. There were some trash cans on the other side so we just jumped off of them and onto the street. The bar was just a few streets over.” He talked with his hands and she caught herself biting her lip as she watched him. “We’ll all go next time but Toby and I will have to wear disguises because they may recognize us, you’ll be fine.” 

She laughed and covered her mouth so that she wouldn’t be heard down the corridor. Jonathan watched her, interested. The way she laughed when her hand wasn’t there showed the wound on her lip. The scab had basically healed but there was still a deep bruise and the skin around the scab was still slightly swollen. When Margaret stopped laughing he put his thumb gently against the scab and pulled away. 

“How did you get that?” He asked her, his eyes on her lips. She trembled slightly from his touch, her lips still warm where his thumb was. She shrugged.

“I fell,” she whispered. 

“You fell?” He raised an eyebrow that she could still see even in the dark. He was close and she could smell the heat leaking from his skin like pheromones. She laughed lightly and nodded.

“I know it sounds like one of those lame excuses but I fell and busted my lip.” She waved at her lip and looked away, hoping he wouldn’t ask for further explanation. 

“It sounds like there’s a lot more to that story.” He prodded softly and she looked at him, her eyes sad. 

“Well, there’s a reason why each of us are here.” She said softly and watched as he started to understand. “What’s yours?” She asked and he exhaled deeply. 

“I tried to kill myself,” Jonathan answered, his lips pursed. 

“I did too. That’s why we’re all in-patient.” She nodded and looked at the opposite wall. He watched her, following the outline of her nose with his eyes. He imagined reaching out to her and pulling her into his chest, not having to speak but just holding one another. 

“I drove a car off of a cliff,” he finally said and she turned quickly, looking between his eyes. 

“Are you lying?” She asked seriously and he shook his head.

“No.” 

“And you lived.” She looked down at his body and then back up to his pale face. 

“I was wearing a fucking seatbelt,” he pulled at the skin on his face and sighed, “I didn’t break anything except for my pinky finger. The judge gave me four months in here for trying and failing to kill myself. I can’t tell whether he was punishing me for trying or failing to kill myself,” he shrugged, “but it was also someone else’s car so maybe that was it.”

“You stole someone’s car?” She nearly laughed in disbelief and had to clamp a hand across her mouth. 

“Technically it was already stolen, I stole it from the people who stole it in the first place.” He smiled and folded his arms over his chest. 

“You must be lying,” she gasped and he shook his head, smiling.

“No, that’s all completely true.” 

“Jesus…” She fell back against the wall and sighed. Jonathan looked over at her before changing the conversation back to her. 

“So how did you do it?” He asked her gently. She paused and glanced over at him before looking down at her hands. She played with the thick hem of her jumper and sighed. 

“I took all of my medications one night before bed and passed out but before I could die, my body woke itself up and forced me to throw up all of the partially-digested medications that I had swallowed. I don’t remember any of it but my roommate found me on the bathroom floor, face down on the tile. I busted my lip really bad in the fall and I got some bruises and stuff. They think that my body instinctively went into the bathroom where I threw up everything in my stomach and when I stood back up, I lost consciousness and fell face first onto the bathroom floor. I woke up again in the hospital where they had pumped my stomach and tied me down to the bed. Someone from psych talked to me and told me that I was being transferred to the psych ward where they would determine the next best course of treatment. They insisted that I stay here and the college agreed but they never told me for how long. They’ve taken me off my medications for a while so my body can detox I guess. ”

“Does your family know?” He asked and she looked up at the ceiling, tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Yeah… yeah they do. They thought that I was just doing it for attention. They always call me dramatic and shit but they don’t understand that I had no intention to wake up after I took the pills. I didn’t want the attention, I just wanted to die.” She kept her voice even while tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped them away and sniffed. Jonathan said nothing for a while. 

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be alive,” he looked at her and she smiled sadly. “Come here,” he opened his arms and pulled Margaret into them. She kept her hands by her face but she allowed him to swallow her up in his arms which were warm and comforting. She laid against his chest and he smoothed her hair back. Without communicating, they separated and laid down, facing each other on the pillow. She curled her hands beneath her cheek and looked into Jonathan’s eyes. He put one hand on her cheek and wiped away the last of the tears from her face. 

“What about you? Does your family know that you’re here?” She whispered.

“My mom and da are dead but my brother knows. He’s ok, you know? The silly bastard gives a fuck about me when no one else does, so you have to give it to him. He cares.” He smiled.

“I care about you,” Margaret whispered honestly and he smiled, “I think.” She added, smiling and he moved his hands beneath his face. 

“You think? Wow, I’m truly honored.” He teased her and she laughed quietly into the pillow. He licked his lips but broke his eyes away from her’s, not wanting to escalate things. “You know when Dr. Figure asked us about our fears?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“What are yours?” 

“Well I’m scared of all the normal things like being alone, being forgotten, the dark…”

“You’re scared of the dark still?” 

“Yeah, it's horrible here because it’s so dark. Dr. Figure got me a nightlight to use when my anxiety gets bad. My brain tricks me into thinking that there are things in my room sometimes, especially when I’m upset about something else or stressed.” 

“And what else?”

“I have a phobia of being pregnant and giving birth for some reason, those are the really weird ones. I have nightmares that I’m pregnant and it’s horrible,” she mimed having a swollen belly and he laughed. 

“What about you?” She asked him and he thought for a moment, humming softly. 

“Besides my overwhelming fear of being pregnant,” he joked and Margaret hit his chest playfully, “I’m scared that I’ll never get better,” Jonathan looked up at Margaret. She looked down at his chest, understanding what he meant and nodding. “...and I’m scared that people like Dr. Figure will give up on me,” he whispered. Margaret flicked her eyes back up to Jonathan’s face and said nothing. 

“I’m scared that one day, if they manage to heal me completely, I won’t be able to feel some of these feelings, the ones that are powerfully sad but make me feel alive- human,” she whispered finally and he watched her as she brushed her hair behind her ear. 

“I’m scared of telling people the truth about how I feel,” Jonathan responded and Margaret smiled sadly. 

“So do I.” 

They smiled sadly at each other and listened to the ticking of the analog clock on the wall. Finally, Margaret shifted closer and raised herself up on her elbows, her hair creating curtains around them. 

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered slowly, her face was hot and she stuttered slightly as she asked. Jonathan smiled and kissed her first. She was nervous and inexperienced so she struggled to follow Jonathan’s rhythm but he made no show of disappointment. Margaret put one hand against Jonathan’s face and opened her mouth as Jonathan started to suck her tongue. She pulled away and blushed further. 

“Are you ok?” Jonathan furrowed his brow. 

“Yeah, I just… I haven’t really kissed anyone like this before. I don’t know what to do.” She looked down, embarrassed and Jonathan chuckled sweetly. 

“It’s ok, you can take the lead. I’ll kiss you back how you kiss me,” he explained slowly and she nodded. She kissed him first this time and placed short kisses against his wide lips. Then she locked her lips against his and allowed herself to kiss him for longer, pulling her lips away only to shift them and kiss him again. He followed her lead and kissed her in the same way which was strictly innocent and naive but it still excited him. She licked his top lip and put her thumbs against his chin, sucking gently on his top lip. Jonathan pulled away for a moment and touched her bottom lip gently.

“Does your lip hurt?”

“No,” she whispered back and he leaned forward again to kiss her. Finally she began to grow more comfortable and tried to french kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. They kissed deeper and she breathed breathlessly against him as he pulled her close to his chest. She broke away and kissed down his neck, pulling aside his collar so that she could kiss his shoulder. He sighed against her ear and twirled a piece of her hair between his fingers. When she finally broke away she rested her head on the pillow again and shifted closer to Jonathan. She left her hand on the bed between them and Jonathan took it. He ran his thumb over the top of her hand and traced the small veins. 

“Can I sleep here tonight?” Margaret whispered and Jonathan looked up at her, smirking. 

“Yeah,” he nodded and shifted his head on the pillow, their faces close together. Margaret’s eyes fluttered softly as she started to fall asleep and he watched her, running his thumb against her hand as she slept. 

When he woke up the next morning, she was gone. She’d left his room but not before she kissed his hairline, to go back to the women’s ward before a nurse noticed that she was gone. She hugged herself as she wandered back to her room, smiling and forgetting to breathe. She crawled beneath her own covers and tried to fall back asleep as the sun started to rise through the window. 

…

“I have a pledge that I’d like you to consider, Jonathan,” Dr. Figure slid a piece of paper across the table to Jonathan. 

“You’re calling it a fucking pledge?” Jonathan scoffed and laughed. 

“Everyone else in group therapy has already signed the pledge agreement. It basically says that you will go the next month without hurting yourself in any way, cutting, burning, inflicting pain on purpose…” Dr. Figure explained and Jonathan rubbed his hand over his lips, “A month from now is roughly New Year’s Day, so if you make it till then, you could leave without having to finish your entire sentence.” 

“Do I have a choice?” He shifted against the door jam, refusing to actually sit at Dr. Figure’s desk. 

“Of course you do,” Dr. Figure sighed, “but it doesn’t hurt to try.” 

“Mhm, ok. I’ll sign your fucking pledge,” Jonathan walked up to the desk and took a pen from the pen holder. He signed his name across the dotted line and put the pen back. “Now what happens if I break the pledge? Do you kill me before I can kill myself?” 

“You have to stay the full time and maybe more, depending on how you break the pledge.” 

Jonathan nodded and cocked his head to the side, “pretty solid stuff, doc. Good work.” 

“Thank you, Jonathan.” Dr. Figure answered with a tired sigh. 

“Why do you still work here? You sound exhausted all the time. Obviously you hate working here with kids like us, why do you do it?” Jonathan crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at Dr. Figure. 

“I do it because believe it or not, I care. This is what I was made to do. You may think that I’m exhausted and fed up with you and everyone else but I’m not. I’m not so easily breakable or deterred. You can give me as much of a hard time as you want, Jonathan, but I will help you. In the end, you’re just going to have to let me.” Dr. Figure propped his elbows up on his desk and clasped his hands together. They sat in a heavy silence until Jonathan sniffed. 

“Can I go now?” 

“Sure,” Dr. Figure waved him out and put Jonathan’s pledge into a folder and tucked it away into his desk drawer. Jonathan spun around and left the room, swinging his arms comically as he left the house. 

As he walked back to the main hospital building he passed the bench and sitting there were Margaret and Toby, talking. Toby had a walkman in his hand and was showing it to Margaret who smiled. Her finger held a place in her book which was in the middle. Jonathan shoved his hands into his pockets, and approached them, his footsteps crunching on the brittle grass. 

“Heya guys,” Jonathan shrugged his shoulders in greeting. Toby greeted him back and Margaret blushed, just meeting his eyes with a smile but not saying anything back. 

“Did he make you sign that pledge?” Toby asked and Jonathan laughed. 

“Yep, no violence until New Year’s Day, then we can go all out.” Jonathan joked and perched on the armrest of the bench beside Margaret. “Did you both sign it?” 

“Yeah,” Toby nodded with a shake of his head, “how they’re going to manage it I don’t know.”

“I did too,” Margaret offered softly and looked at Toby as he continued to talk. She looked brighter today, Jonathan noticed. Her eyes were softer and the bags beneath them had recovered. She was wearing her nightgown again with the same dark green jumper and brown socks. She had goosebumps up her round thighs and Jonathan resisted the urge to trail his hands up the flesh there. 

“As long as we don’t try to kill ourselves until New Year’s…” Toby shrugged, “it just can’t be something that they’d notice I guess. They haven’t checked me for signs of harm,” Toby continued and Margaret nodded. 

“I think Dr. Figure trusts us to tell him when we break the pledge. He wants us to develop a sense of trust for him where we would feel comfortable telling him,” Margaret offered and the boys nodded. 

“What happens if we wait until New Year’s Day and then just kill ourselves?” Jonathan joked darkly and Toby laughed. 

“I don’t think Dr. Figure has thought that far ahead,” Toby shrugged and Margaret pulled down the hem of her nightgown and shivered. 

“Are you cold?” Toby asked and Margaret shrugged.

“Not especially, it's not as cold today as it was yesterday. The sun’s out.” She looked up at the sky where the sun was not obscured by clouds. Her face looked golden in the light. 

“I’m going to go inside now,” Toby rubbed his hands together and stood, “I’ve done my outside time. I’ll be in the rec room watching the MASH reruns.” He walked away and the cords of his robe wavered behind him in the wind. Jonathan sat down beside Margaret and watched her. She finally turned toward him and blushed again. 

“Am I allowed to say that you look beautiful?” Jonathan cocked his head and Margaret laughed. She turned back to him and smiled. 

“Sure,” she nodded and Jonathan stuffed his hands beneath his armpits to warm them. 

“You’re beautiful,” he told her. 

“Thank you. I think you’re pretty.” She said softly and Jonathan laughed loudly, surprised. 

“You think I'm pretty?” 

“Yeah, I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.” She blushed. 

“I can’t tell whether that’s a blow to my masculinity or a compliment.”

“Only men can be pretty and the best ones are always pretty, not “hot,” I don’t like that word. I think the word “pretty” matches you well. I think you’re pretty.” She explained and Jonathan nodded, pretending to think it over. 

“Ok, then I accept it.” They were quiet for a moment before Jonathan started again, “Did you and Toby…” he started and his voice fell always suggestively. She swallowed and shook her head. 

“No, I mean I thought he liked me when we both first got here but… I think Toby’s gay.” She answered him honestly and Jonathan nodded. 

“But you liked him at first too?” 

“Maybe a little,” she glanced at him and smiled, “but he was convenient to like and I had just tried to kill myself. I wanted to feel something… like you.” She pointed out the similarities and Jonathan looked out at the hedges. “You like me because I’m convenient. I’m not very pretty or special, in fact, you were the first person I’ve ever kissed. There are plenty of more attractive girls out there. You picked me because I’m here.” 

Jonathan looked at her, his brows furrowed. He didn’t know what to say so he said nothing. 

“I don’t blame you. It’s why I liked Toby in the beginning but I realized after a while that I didn’t like him in that way, I just thought I did because he was nice to me and happened to be in the same situation. I’m not saying that it isn’t nice to find someone and seek comfort from them while we’re stuck in this fucking place; and I don’t regret last night at all. I just don’t want you to realize in a few weeks that you don’t like me at all and I realize that I like you too much,” she looked at him and her hair shifted over her shoulders. She stood and walked away, leaving him alone on the bench. Jonathan leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees and put his face into his hands. He massaged his eye sockets as he thought about what she had said. 

He spent the day thinking and wandering around the hospital. He sat in the rec room that night and watched Singing in the Rain on the small box tv that was covered in plexiglass. An older woman who sat beside him took his hand and he took the hand of the older man on his other side. Jonathan imagined that they were his parents and they were watching a movie on some weekend night, spending time together like when he was a little kid. As he watched the movie, he decided that he was going to follow the pledge and that one day, he was going to get better, because Margaret was right. In here, she was convenient, but out there, he could be with her because he truly wanted to be with her.

That night he sat on his bed and took off his shirt, looking at the expanse of flesh. He’d snuck a razor blade into the hospital and hidden it in his carton of cigarettes. He retrieved it from the carton and stared at it, not moving to apply it gently to his skin. The blade reflected the moonlight shining in through the window and he twirled it between his fingers. He was good at hiding his depression, shoving it down into his stomach and covering it with fluffy feelings and jokes but at night when he was alone, they came up again like an unmade bed. He wanted the release that the blade offered when he desperately needed it but he closed his eyes and threw the blade across the floor where it hit the opposite wall. He wiped his nose on his wrist and looked out the window, hiding his tears. He hugged his waist with his other arm and stayed like that, watching the window and thinking about the well of pain he couldn’t quite name or target. His pain was all over, not connected to one source, which made it all worse. Finally he curled up in a ball and fell asleep, cold but wanting to feel the discomfort that overpowered his depressive pain.

...

end of pt. 2 :)

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian fluff #cillian x reader #young cillian murphy #young!cillian x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #jonathan breech #on the edge 2001 #cillian fanfic #fanfiction #multi chap fic #imagine

[mantisgodsdomain]

we would like to hear what the normal usual moth activities are and also who's in the time loop (re: the wip ask game)

WELL! Normal usual moth activities are Normal and Usual and Standard and perfectly usual for moths of all kinds. It's one of our Very Fun Whumptober prompt fics that kind of grew a mind of its own (more specifically for "hold them down") in which Leif gets injured on a mission while the only member of Team Snakemouth available, and thus has to lean on the other Explorer's Association members to patch them back up.

As you can probably see from the prompt title, it goes Bad, and everything goes downhill from here. Also has one of our personal favorite dialogue segments which we are putting below the cut.

And, uhh, Scarlet. Scarlet is in the time loop. More specifically, Scarlet is in a time loop where he is backed into a corner with two very unconscious bugs that are Very Easy to pin on him, in which he has about five minutes of prep time to look Not Suspicious and/or prevent Team Snakemouth from beating his skull in.

He does not know the end of loop conditions. He has a very limited amount of life force. Leif's specific mode of "vision" is not actually significantly impaired by most walls. Everything is going terribly.

Normal moth activities below cut:

“He’ll probably be fine later,” Zasp offered, speaking up for the first time since the meeting had started. “He’s still moving around, so he’s probably not dying.”

“There is a hole. In his chest.”

Zasp blinked at Kina, squinting as if she’d just asked something wholly stupid. “Yes…?”

“People die when they have holes in their chests. Generally.” Maki felt a bit as though he was falling into another dimension. “From bleeding. And damage to the ganglia.”

Zasp squinted at him. “Leif isn’t bleeding”

“I dunno, dude, his ganglia looked- pretty damaged to me,” Celia piped up. “Like, uhh, dangling out of his chest damaged, which-“

“He didn’t die last time he had his ganglia dangling out of his chest. And he got back to normal pretty quickly once I put them back in.”

Maki took a moment to process that. A very, very long moment. He could see Kina’s face going completely blank wth dumbfounded bafflement out of the corner of his eye.

“…last time?” Levi finally asked, looking as though he very much did not want to know the answers that might come from such a question. Zasp nodded, seeming to put no weight at all into their expression.

“Yes. Last time. In the lost sands, with the dune scorpion? Do you not- Mothiva, back me up here?”

“Oh, was that what you were doing when you wandered off during the tour?”

“Yes.”

“Can we get back to the part where his brains were hanging out of his chest? Please?”

#we speak #asks #ask game #writing #leif's request spoilers #we post our works #we guess? this is one of our personal favorite dialogue bits its just the Everything Else thats fighting us #everyone in this association is so good at reacting to things normally #leifs request spoilers #bug fables #leif gets to bite people in normal moth activities but that also glues their jaw shut so its a double edged sword #both of these are normal and usual situations that will end so well. its going great

[z-and-the-space-child]

my head is all currently midnight burger podcast so here's everything i like about this wonderful piece of media:

it's pretty fun and very funny!! i smile like an idiot on public transport and on my way to class at least once a day listening to this.

the characters are so. idk how to describe them but theyre so full of life and you can tell that they are loved greatly by the creator(s)

the WRITING. i could seriously pluck a quote from damn near every episode to carry me through the day. i don't need affirmations i need gloria to talk me through my problems.

i was doing a lil analysis of the themes in this show and i came up with "the best thing you can ever do is the best thing you can do right now" and it is FUEL, babey.

The el triste monologue. also just gloria being a POC and being proud of herself and her culture. there's a lot of cultural mish-mash in podcasts, so this is very refreshing.

It's very, very sweet and heartfelt. kind of like wolf 359 if they communicated more instead of dodging their issues until they came to a peak (love them for it.)

the PHYSICS of it all. i'm a physics/astrophysics major because i think space and looking at the stars is my lifeblood so i won't shut up about it. i don't want ava and leif (certainly ava) to shut up about it ever. HOW much reasearch did they have to do to get this kinda grasp on it. im in awe, i'm LEARNING actual things from them. i could go on. the gravity waves, the stellar nuclear fusion, the time dilation of it all. and all without using over-flowery language!!! i can actually follow a good chunk of the time. are we sure ava didn't take one of those science communication seminars. maybe 5 phds does it. when she and leif talk i vibrate like an electron in a lazer. wonderful.

star sequencing??? stellar nucleosequencing??? right up my alley. thats my kinda stuff. the romanticization of space, i've seen. the romanticization of physics, however, is not something i haven't seen in such a beautiful modern fashion. (Ie, not oppenheimer or even richard feyman)

and it's not too science-y to the point that they think they can't have fun. yes they discuss the implications of gravity waves and wax poetic about space and pulsars. (it beats for you, berts) but they have FUN! they meet their parents because they can. they get a plant drunk. there's an atmosphere(?????) around the diner that allows them to fly around and mind-numbing speeds and look at the curvature of spacetime and also sit on the roof. (I imagine the entire place is the temperature of a summer night.) they have a whole wild west planet. leif builds things inexplicably. how? where does he get the materials??? shhhhh don't question it just let him have the gravity wave detector. nobody actually knows what engineers do, not even engineers. let him be. also time crystals??????

ALSO ava being a woman in stem and being so blunt yet covert about it. she's been dealing with it for so long. why are all (recognized) physicists a)white b) men c) both. it's such a sucky thing to work into because of the outward appearance. ava is a proud mad scientist which i aspire to so much. i am keeping her in my little arsenal of people to think about when i don't want to study. (picture the do it for her meme but it's pics of ava) I don't think i aptly put how much i love her. i'm not all the way finished yet but i've heard she was forced to marry someone? i think it would be a thing for sure if she cheated on him. so many physicists cheated on their spouses (wives ): ) and i think ava should also do it. as a treat. if that's what she'd like.

when people have done bad, bad things but show/are capable of redemption upon reflecting on their past/current shortcomings is just something that gets me so much directly in the heart. the hiddenness of people. the tragedy. we contain MULTITUDES and this show demonstrates that so well. how they support each other! they are everchanging and that's good for them. Leif the engineer the ex criminal the diner cook.

leif exploding a man in cold blood. if i could draw i'd draw that. maybe i will anyways.

food as a form of affection/way to bond. grief. doing your best. making amends. using the time you have. death is inevitable but that's okay.

And if time and tide roil you too harshly, or diurnal courses leave you with no safe havens, just remember we’re out there, somewhere, lookin’ for ya’

they open at six

#midnight burger #fiction podcasts #my rambles #hopefully this will get it out of my brain #i believe in womens (ava and gloria) rights and also their wrongs #we open at six

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

About Andrias, I remember in an interview with Matt where it was confirmed that when he saw Marcy getting away with the box in TC he had a flashback to chasing after Leif with a sword when she was stealing the box, the "now look what you made me do" line he said after he stabbed Marcy at the end of the finale implies that he's talking to Leif.

Kinda wish we got more Leif and Barrel to show even more depth to Andrias’ character and how much it hurt not just him but the others as well. Leif had to start over and change her name, go into hiding all the while still believing that one day Andrias might understand why she did what she did. Not to mention seeing the new caste system and knowing that it’s partly her fault why Andrias made it so frogs are at the bottom.

Then there’s Barrel, a brief moment of hesitation caused him to basically be banished to the outskirts of the kingdom where he would eventually die a hero to the common folk. Imagine him trying so hard to be a hero to make up for his mistake and hope that Andrias might hear of his heroism and call him back and forgive him but instead he fell in battle, likely with Andrias and Leif being the last people on his mind.

Imagine if Barrel had come to Wartwood just before he went to fight the Narwal Worm and found Leif who denied that it’s her but later in private conversations would admit it and she explains why she did what she did, Barrel understanding and forgiving her. She invites him to dinner but he takes a rain check, but that he’ll be back after he deals with a Narwal Worm. Leif hearing of Barrel’s fate and probably leaves out a plate for him on the anniversary of his death at dinner (which became a Plantar tradition but was changed to “lost family and friends”).

Andrias hearing about Barrel’s death and debating with himself if he should honor him or continue to stay mad, the guilt tearing him up inside since it was him in a moment of rage that sent Barrel off to basically die. The Core manipulating young Andrias, praying on the anger.

Hell, I’d love to do more Divorce Trio stuff but as a loremaster it’s hard to decide what to do and stay “in-canon” as best as possible, y’know

#ask #amphibia #king andrias #leif plantar #barrel the brave #divorce trio #amazingrich101

[gemini-sensei]

AlphaH!Hawk Moskowitz x Omega!Lawrence!Reader Headcanons Pt. 2

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ NSFW

CW: a/b/o, knots and breeding, mentions of lots of sex, unintentional voyeurism, college aged characters. (unedited) (@sensei-venus)

💖Reader and Hawk always get in trouble for fucking in places they shouldn't be. The mall, the arcade, parking lots, parties, her dad's bed. They're all over each other all the time and everyone's a little on edge when they're making out in the middle of a room because they think those two are gonna rip each other's clothes off then and there to fuck.

💖Johnny was not happy to find the young mates in his bed either. Multiple times. He kicks them out, of course, and wants to set his sheets on fire.

💖Hawk doesn't care where they end up, so long as he can make his omega feel good. When they're anywhere but his bed, he's hesitant to knot her. The one time it happened, they were in a janitorial closet and had to wait a while for his knot to go down. It was nerve wracking because they had no idea if or when someone was going to come into that closet.

💖He's kind of a big sap, but will never admit it. At their graduation, well after the ceremony, he asks her to marry him. He fell hard for her when they met and he's only continued to fall for her since then. She's his mate, but he wants it all in writing. He wants the world to know she's his mate and his wife. Of course she says yes.

💖They move into a little apartment with Demetri, who is apprehensive about it but won't leave his friends hanging either. So Hawk and Reader have one room while Demetri has the other. He brings earplugs the very first night he sleeps there and he's happy he did. He's so happy he did that.

💖Most of the time, it's pretty chill. Demetri is gone a lot, between college courses and a part time job, so Reader and Hawk have a lot of time to themselves when they're there. Hawk works with Daniel and Johnny at the dojo while doing some classes part time. He makes time to hangout with Reader because they truly hate to be apart.

💖When Reader's preheat comes around, she gets extra clingy. She can't go to classes with him, but she follows him to the dojo and sits on the side to watch him teach. He goes to her and takes care of her with cuddles and plenty of snacks, then has to go back to the kids. She loves watching him teach the kids karate. Her dad and Daniel started taking in younger students and Hawk does really well with them, making them laugh when they make a mistep and giving them encouragements. Her inner omega loves the idea of him with pups, but she pushes those thoughts away because she's not there for that.

💖When her heats come in with full force, Demetri straight up leaves for a week and comes back when Hawk texts him that it's all clear. The apartment is musky with Hawk and Reader's mating sessions. It's even worse when Hawk is thrown into a rut because of Reader's heat and Demetri starts buying extra strong air fresheners around their heat and rut cycles.

💖After a year and a half, Demetri moves out. He's so done. He lives his friends, but he can't keep up with their sex Leif. The one time he couldn't find his earplugs, he heard a lot of filth he never wanted to hear.

💖Him moving out lines up with the couples wedding as well, so it's okay. Everything works out. While they're on their honeymoon, he's packing his shit and tells them late that him leaving that apartment to them is his wedding gift to them.

💖Once they have the place to themselves, nowhere is off limits. Hawk bends Reader over the couch and fucks her so hard, she's screaming for more. She squirts all over the couch and is holding herself up on her toes, thighs trembling as he manhandles her, only to flip them around and ride him on the couch until she sits on his knot and they're stuck like that for a while.

💖The kitchen? It gets hot in there. The bathroom? Steamy showers to share. The new spare room they have? Just about anything imaginable. Demetri left and took his rules with him, so the mated pair are free to do whatever they want, when they want.

💖Reader gets baby fever when Sam and Miguel have their first pup. During Sam's pregnancy, she wasn't very interested in the idea of pups for herself. She never thought about it before, but with Sam's pregnancy the questions about it came her way. It wasn't until she got to hold the pup for the first time that she felt something new. The little pup curled up to her chest for warmth and snuggled into her shirt and she was a goner.

💖She doesn't dare tell anyone about it when it first comes about, not even her mate. She's a little scared of the idea of having pups because of her experience being raised by a single father. She also thinks she won't make a good mom because she's not a "normal" omega. She's aggressive and rough, which isn't exactly a motherly omega in the eyes of most.

💖Hawk gets the idea of pups when he sees Reader bouncing Miguel and Sam's baby and playing with their baby. He finds it super cute. He sees the way she handles the baby and takes care of him, holding him to her chest so sweetly. She doesn't realize she's even taking such gentle care of the infant. He's sure she'll be a great mother to pups, but isn't sure when to bring up the idea to her yet.

💖Luckily, he doesn't have to. She brings it up one night as they're getting ready for bed, trying to swallow her nerves but a few slip through the cracks.

"What would you think if I stopped taking my birth control?"

...

"Are you asking me about pups?"

"Maybe..."

💖They have a long conversation about it, giving the topic the care and attention it needs. She trusts him and loves him so much, she shares her fears and worries about being a bad omega mom with him. He feels so disheartened to hear her talk down about herself all because she acts like a big and tough alpha. He assures her that if they end up having pups, they're going to love her for who she is because he loves her, and he thinks she's pretty amazing.

💖They sit on the idea for a few days before Reader walks up to him and tells him she wants to do it, she's sure she wants to have pups. He's so happy with that news, he kisses her hard and spins her around. They end up in bed, Hawk fucking her from behind whilst griping her belly and groaning in her ear how he's gonna give her a pup or two.

💖After that, they start seriously planning it out. She throws out her birth control and marks when her next heat should be. They slow down on all the wild and spontaneous sex they're having so he can save up big loads for her heat. They still have some "practice runs," testing out different positions that supposedly help with conception.

💖They don't tell anyone they're trying for pups, not wanting to get badgered with more questions or get anyone's hopes up. Hawk is wholly focused on Reader and fulfilling her needs over anyone else's. Plus, this is for them and no one else.

💖When her heat comes around, her preheat is spent with Hawk's face between her legs. He keeps her wet and gushing for the better half of the days leading into her heat, feeling his own stomach winding up with heat. Whenever wakes him up on the middle of the night, heat in full swing as she begs for his knot and to make the pain go away, he's thrown into a rut to help satiate her needs. She's already ready for him, too hot to be wearing anything and laying nude beside him. He rips his own clothes of, pins her down and stuffs her full of cock. They fuck well into the morning and sleep until noon, when she wakes him up again but this time while riding his thick cock and babbling about pups.

💖Theyre about to spend the next few days doing nothing but trying to get pregnant and there's nothing that going to stop them, Reader utterly insatiable. If she was clingy and needy during heats before, the want for pups cranks that up to a hundred and Hawk is basically nothing more than a knot for her to fuck while pumping her full of cum.

#hawk moskowitz x lawrence!reader #lawrence!reader #omega!reader #alpha!hawk #cobra kai a/o/b #a/b/o au #tw a/b/o #cobra kai smut thought #cobra kai smut #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[phenomenal1500]

~Save From The Pechenegs~

Masterlist

A/N: This was requested by DEVILHORNS on wattpad, thank you! ♥️ I merged two requests of yours together since I thought it would make a fun longer one shot.

Summary: Reader is determined to save Harald from the Pechenegs and lets her get taken to them.

Timeline: Season 2

Pairing: Harald Sigurdsson x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, blood, violence, torture.

Looking at the shore and the forest behind it as she climbed out of the freezing water, Y/N noticed Harald wasn't with the surviving group. "Where's Harald?!" She yelled after them, watching everyone stare at their feet after they watched her drag her soaked dress over the sand.

"Y/N, Harald has been taken by the Pechenegs. He convinced them we were dead." Mariam gently took her hand into hers to calm her, knowing the news was going to scare and upset her. "He made sure we were safe to travel along without troubles." She continued and pointed in a certain direction before stroking her hair back, knowing it was tough to realise what happened to her lover.

"I'm not leaving without Harald." She hissed, staring at everyone who still tried to avoid her eye contact. "Are you all seriously considering leaving the prince behind without even trying? He's the one who got us this far. Without him we won't survive a day out there and it won't help us get the men we need from Constantinople."

"Y/N, it might already be too late for Harald." One of the other men whispered.

"No." She shook her head, denying the thought completely. The prince was a survivor, he was alive for sure. "He's not in Valhalla yet, the gods will give him more time."

"If we want to rescue him, we should have a plan first." Leif suggested, but once again she shook her head.

She didn't want to waste time on a stupid plan that was doomed to fail.

It always ended up with improvising eventually so why not do it right away?

"I'm not going to wait until we come up with a pathetic plan." She gathered her weapons they had pulled out of the water earlier and started walking the way Mariam had pointed in as she talked about Harald.

In no way was she going to let him die.

She knew she reacted unreasonable to her friends, but she just wanted her lover back, even if it meant her own journey to Valhalla.

She needed him safe as he would have kept her safe in a situation like this as well.

~~~

Sprinting through the dark trees, avoiding roots and sticks, she eventually found a meadow with the temporary Pecheneg camp. The colors the banners carried didn't mean much to her as she walked right up to the camp.

Was it stupid? Yes. Did she care? No.

Holding up her hands as she dropped her weapons, the men grabbed her by her hair, dragging her across the dusty floor until a man with black hair yelled after them to stop and bring her inside. 'The leader', she assumed since everyone stopped right away and carried her in, legs still dragging over the gravel.

It caused tears on her knees, but she didn't care anymore when her eyes finally landed on those of her lover's.

"Harald." She whispered, so relieved to see him mostly okay.

"Love? What are you doing here?" He looked confused as he eyed her up and down to see if she was mostly doing okay.

"Came to rescue you on my own." She flinched a bit when they forced her on her bleeding knees next to the prince. "Gods...."

"Yes, they're not very respectful and gentle." He watched her, hating the fact that he couldn't hold her hand or help her soothe the pain in her knees.

"Since the prince here survived his torture for the evening." The Khan began, standing up from his bone-made throne to walk up to the woman. "I want to find out what a female viking can endure." He lifted her chin to force her to look at him as a terrible grin crossed his face.

"You leave her alone." Harald growled, trying to get out of the Pechenegs' grip to break the Khan's hand for laying a finger on her.

Even though he knew she could defend herself, touching her even if it was only her chin was a no go for him.

"Torture...?" Y/N watched Harald and suddenly noticed the deep cuts in his chest. "What did they do to you...?"

"It's okay, sæta." He gave her a warm smile. "It'll heal strong again. They can't tear me down that fast."

"Why don't we start with strikes?" The Khan smirked and his men all laughed, immediately agreeing with their leider.

"Strikes...?" She repeated softly, narrowing her eyes as the men suddenly dragged her by her hair to the middle of the room. "Watch it!" She hissed, but of course they couldn't care less and ripped the top of her dress, exposing her to the whole room when it pooled around her waist and her breasts and stomach were bare.

"I will kill you if you hurt her!" Harald growled louder and groaned when they pressed into his cuts with a small hunters knife to silence him.

It didn't stop him however.

Harald instantly managed to grab the tall slender man behind him by his hair despite the pain and pulled him to the floor, taking over control of the knife and planting it into his neck as Y/N was hit by the first whiplash.

It got him absolutely furious.

She was in this mess because he got taken by the Pechenegs in the first place and now they were hurting and scarring her.

Y/N's entire back was bleeding from that one whiplash, but never did she make a sound and she wouldn't continue to do so for the ones to come either. She was going to be strong like Harald. She had to stay strong or he would lose focus and make mistakes.

Quietly watching the prince fight off whatever man came onto him, she could feel another strike hit her back and noticed the thick red blood drip down her sides and legs. Whoever was hitting her was too strong for Harald to take on by himself, but as long as she could keep him busy he would be okay. They could outrun the lasting men if they were being smart about it.

Harald got his hands on a nearby axe after slicing the rope he was tied with and then chopped another warrior's hand off before hurrying to Y/N and picking her up before the man could respond.

It cost him all of his energy to get her away from him and out of the tent, his chest muscles starting to give up and that's where she had to jump in. Carefully getting out of his arms, she supported him to the horses and cut them loose.

"Get up, Harald!" She yelled and he somehow managed to get onto the horse before she climbed on top too, kicking its side to make the horse run off thankfully in time. She couldn't care less what way the animal was running as well, as long as she and Harald were going to be safe and out of the Pechenegs' sight.

"I love you, sæta. Thank you." Harald panted as he rested his body against the Horse's back and neck, tired and in pain.

"I love you more, my prince. Now let's go find our group. Mariam can help us treat our wounds."

#harald sigurdsson #harald x reader #harald hardrada #Vikings #Vikings valhalla #angst #pechenegs rescue #season 2 Vikings #requests open

[duusheen]

okay but hear me out: do you think Leif did so well with his daughters because he idolized his mom and adored daphne but jay reminded him too much of his dad and so his resentment and him finally being the one with power in the relationship took over??? like they even sorta named the kid after journey and leif & journey KINDA made up but he never actually really dealt with the impact his dad's alcoholism had on his childhood.

first of all. i love you 😭💖👏🏽 And the short answer is yes! Now, the long answer...

I mean, it's never been a secret that Leif enjoys the company of women. Growing up in a household with two men after losing his mom, it makes some sense. Now, the two most important women in his life have been Lindsay and Daphne, both much more mature than him, who dedicated themselves to taking care of him. Can you see that? Because I see some mommy issues there 🤣🤣 Leif's weakness extends to his daughters, being permissive and understanding.

Now, about "fixing" things with Journey… I guess Leif could never fully forgive him for the alcoholism thing, and Journey knew it, but no matter how many apologies were made, the past couldn't be erased. They both agreed to leave it behind for the sake of the entire family.

As for Jay, he not only reminds Leif of Journey but also of himself. We all saw how difficult it was for Leif to decide to leave college, to fight with his dad during that time in his youth when he didn't know exactly what to do with his life until he took the big step to become a freelance artist. A part of him doesn't want Jay to go through all that and have his dreams crushed, especially since being a musician might be even harder than being an artist. The problem with Leif is that he won't put in enough effort to truly UNDERSTAND Jay. He said no, Jay said yes, and from there it all went downhill lol. It didn't help at all that Jay chose Miracle as his life partner because Leif and Lindsay… yeah, not good. Another person he has hurt and has never apologized to.

In essence, Leif has always lived in a bubble where he's the center of attention, and anything that doesn't go his way, he simply brushes aside. The problem is, now that he's lived long enough, he's realizing that all his decisions have only served to push away the people he cares about. Especially because his fight with Jay somehow affected Daphne and the girls, given that he simply disappeared from everyone's life. But even so, I'm not sure if he knows how to take the step and say "I'm sorry"

#I'm not saying his actions are justified but those following the legacy from the beginning know he has his reasons #Good reasons? Bad reasons? I guess it depends #I like to keep my characters in shades of gray; no one is 100% good or 100% bad. It all depends on perspectives #take Jay for example. I think it's wrong that he disappeared from his entire family's life just because he had some problems with Leif #And now he's moving on as if nothing happened. Eventually he'll have to look back and reckon with his choices #du replies #i just love this kind of asks 😭 #pollock extras

[brights-place]

Ngl i never knew you wrote for my inner demons

Could I request a pierce x daemon reader who was like on earth before he and his friends got there they kinda just live next to ava

He been kinda my favorite besides Rhys

Pierce X Daemos! Reader

Pairings: Pierce X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cussing, Fight scene, Pierce saying 'yes' A/N: *clears throat* AHEM AHEM! *clears throat again* Yes - Pierce doesn't speak much and it was known it was always hard to get him to speak up. - Noi though would bother pierce sometimes which worked but Noi would ask pierce if he had stories and would tell some when the others weren't around about him and his right hand when they fought in the battlefield - The both of them unstoppable with eachother as Noi would stare with sparly eyes at the blank faced pierce who explained a battle and how the both of them killed most of the defiers of Asch - Noi would ask Pierce questions yet when Noi asked if Pierce missed ‘his partner’ Pierce would say it was weak that he still would care for his dead partner - Noi frowned nodding listening to him as he said that they had to go now and check on Ava

- Pierce and the other daemos creature when they first went to ava's place smelled something familiar a scent of a fellow daemos but they didn't know where - The five of them wanted to investigate it but needed to follow the spirit - They forgot about the scent entirely after a few days and ere adapting with 'Eauarthhhh' - That was until the five of them saw you enter ava's apartment calling out to the girl "Ava wass up girlieeee- What the fuck" Your eyes were wide as they were still in their Daemos clothes as you were hit off the scent of magic and daemos blood as You paled the five of them standing up straight taking out their weapons - Asch eyes widened as leif spoke up "What the hell..." nearly dropping his sickles when recognizing the famillar face of the so called 'Human' - Soon ava came out of her room "(NAME)!" Y/n held eye contact with pierce the whole time as Y/N gave a shaky smiled "I'll come back another time... yeah yeah" - The five of them shared an stared before Asch tried to demand answers to ava who was confused until Rhys spoke up "That Human is-" Rhys got cut off by Pierce "Daemos..." - Ava was confused and denied it saying that you were like any other person - Everytime you tried to visit you felt like you were being watched which you were by the daemos men but mostly Pierce - You were obviously always try hiding beside Ava even though you were taller then her but it was awkward when maintaing eyecontact mostly with pierce - Ava asked pierce to hand you some treats that she made when she larnt how to bake to try do new hobbies so she made cookies and sent pierce off! - Pierce knocked on your door as you stared at him confused "oh- uhm pierce hello!" You welcomed him in with an awkward smile - He kept silent staring you down once he entered and sat on the couch while he sat on the one infront of you quietly - You were freaking the fuck out as he spoke up "You are one of us" you started to freak out more denying everything as he walked over and bent down to your height and held out his sword "How did you get to this place before us?" He questioned as you were waving your hands around telling him to stop - You decided to kick his chest as he was pushed away by the force

- nobody could move general pierce so when he saw you push him away with great strength his gaze hardened "You think I wouldn't have recognized my right hand?" Pierce stated as You looked away as you slowly sighed raising your hands and showing your f/c horns well horn your left horn was damaged and some part was cut off - "Pierce just listen" You started before he darted towards you with his sword "You have betrayed the prince it is my duty to eliminate all betrayers and enemies even if we were close" "I didn't betray you! you fucking left me out on the field!" "We thought you were dead" "WHO THE FUCK LEAVES THEIR PARTNER OUT ON THE FIELD?! WITHOUT CHECKING!" You shouted summoning a bladed fan weapon in both your hands taking a stance. - Your fans were coloured with f/cs and had elaborate patterns that glowed slightly as your horns and eyes glowed with pierces horns and eyes glowed in return

- Pierce glaring at you in return as you flicked your wrists as the fan slowly started to summon razor sharp projectiles to pierce who dodged them and hopped around your apartment the both of you shouting at each other well more like you shouting at him while he was slowly losing his patience - You quickly kick away from his attacks, and as he approaches again, you send your fan flying towards him. He raises his sword to block the attack, but the projectile manages to slip through his defense, scoring a direct hit. The razor sharp projectiles continue to fly through the air, which Pierce is able to dodge, but they still manage to cause several cuts. - "Pierce listen to me ACK- WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU AIM FOR MY NECK ASSHOLE?! I GET YOU LIKED MARKING ME BUT NOT WITH YOUR SWORD- HOLY SHIT WAIT!" You start to shout as he charges forward with his sword before pinning you against the floor the cookies ava got you long gone and probably fucking ruined - "Good job you win... You gonna kill me by hand" You glared at pierce as you stared at your former lover "This is the most I ever got you to speak" You snickered as he hardened his grip onto his sword "Do it" "Don't rush me" You glared up at him as you slightly made eye contact with him eyes softening - You stared at him as he slowly loosened his touch on his sword and laid his head onto your shoulder gripping onto you - As you froze for a moment before you clinged onto him tightly sobbing loudly as he kept quiet only shedding a singular tear as he held onto you in return Im so not sorry for this - Bright

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#daemos #demon men>> #my inner demons x reader #my inner demons #my inner demons Aphmau #x reader #headcannons #fluff #dating headcannons

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Question WHERE are you in bug fables right now, and WHEN did you get into it. Also sorry if I lose my mind bc Bug fables is everything to me

Got into it when I was out of state so like. Friday I think? And I just finished up Leif’s quest (SO FUCKING HAPPY HE GOT THAT CLOSURE).

I’ve seen the wasp king and I’m SUPPOSED to go to the border but I’m most likely just gonna spend a few hours doing quests, cooking, and attempting bounties so I’m probably not gonna progress much in story for a littl bit

#bug fables

[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Leif Eriksson Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @hvitserkk 2nd gif @lasaraconor 3rd gif @ivarthebadbitch

Warnings: Some swearing. Mentions sex, but nothing graphic. YN gets hit.

WC: 2384

Part 1 can be found here.

A/N: The long awaited for the second part to this story. I hope the people who asked for this like it. Once again, I am sorry it took so very long.

Leif Eriksson's POV:

I dressed as quickly as I could and ran out of her tent as I pulled my tunic over my head. I looked all around, but it was like she had disappeared.

But I have come to know her quite well, and I am sure she has gone to Igna's tent. As I made my way towards that side of the encampment, I didn't notice a pair of eyes watching me, as they hid themselves in the shadows.

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After barging my way into Igna's tent, who was with another woman, but not YN, and the two of them throwing things at me, I left defeated.

"What has you all in a bother, dear brother?" My sister walked towards me, with her eyebrow raised.

"If you must know, YN and I got into a slight disagreement, and I must talk to her." I stopped and turned in Freydis direction.

"You will not find her on this side of the camp."

"Well, where can I find her?"

"That is not my place to say, Leif. What one woman does is not concern of mine."

"Tell me, please, sister." I didn't want to beg, but at this moment, I was absolutely desperate.

"I do not wish to go into this battle knowing her and I are not seeing eye-to-eye." I pleaded as I looked into Freydis eyes, but she never faltered.

"What do you wish to do with this Christian? They are not like us."

"Same as you and Harald. The two of you are just like us." I knew she did not like that answer.

"She will be your downfall brother, remember we are here to avenge our people."

"She is our people. We fight along the Christians as they, too, lost people. She lost family and friends in that fire. She has joined us to take revenge on those who murdered our people in cold blood."

I guess my voice was raising as people stopped to look at the two of us and whisper amongst themselves.

A new voice spoke up. "She has gone to the ships." I looked over Freydis's shoulder and saw Harald emerging from the shadows.

"Thank you." I looked between him and my sister, rushing towards the ships, wondering why she is there.

I looked out to each of the ships, wondering which one she was on. "It is best to leave her alone." Olaf called out.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you and my sister do not belong together. I have a man in mind for her, and you Pagan, are not it."

"She is her own woman, and can makenthe decisions for herself."

"She already knows it is set in stone. An agreement between his father and I that was made long ago."

Now, it all made sense. Why she ran away. Why she is hiding.

"Now, go and leave her alone. She is nothing but a memory for you now. Whatever happened between the two of you is now done."

Olaf turned and left me standing there as I looked out onto the ships, seeing her standing on one, as she looked up at the moon.

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I found Harald the next morning and shoved him. He held his hands up, not wanting to lay his hands on me just yet. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what, Leif?"

"That she is already promised to someone else."

"Who? YN?" He was clearly confused.

"Of course, YN. Who else?. Olaf told me last night that it is set to wed some man."

"Leif, I truly did not know this. Let me talk to her and him to see what this about."

"How could you not know this?"

"Because Olaf does as he pleases, and he had taken on the father-role for her. I learned long ago not to butt in where I am not wanted."

YN'S POV

I knew getting close to Leif was not a good idea, but I knew that after this battle, I was to be wed to Birger Svensen.

A man who Olaf said would be a great ally to him and our people, but I do not wish to marry him. Birger hasn't even come to fight for what happened, which I brought up to Olaf, and all my brother said was, "He has more pressing matters."

Olaf was not happy when I questioned him about that. "More pressing than avenging the massacre of our people?"

I shook my head as I looked up at the sky, the moon covered by clouds, enjoying the peace and quiet, but I could feel my heart aching to go and be with Leif. To be one with him once more.

I used the excuse that since he is a Pagan, and I am a Christian, test we could never be together, but even I knew that we could make it work.

I was so lost on thought that I didn't see Harald row up beside me. I jumped when he got onto the boat.

"You must be very lost in thought if you did not hear me until just now." He laughed as he sat down next to me and nudged me with his shoulder.

"I wished to be alone, brother."

"I know, but I also know you need someone to talk to."

"I do not want to trouble you with my problems. They seem meaningless right before a battle." I looked down at my hands, that were folded in my lap. Harald placed his hand under my chin and urged me to look at him.

"I know you have fallen for Leif Eriksson, and I also just learned that you have been promised to someone else. Who is it?"

"I thought Olaf told you?" I was stunned, as Harald shook his head no at me.

"Leif just told me, after Olaf told him to leave you alone. Now, who are you to wed?"

"Birger Svensen."

"And how do you feel about him? About this?" Harald asked me seriously.

"I do not know him well, but he is not here to avenge our people. I have met him only a handful of times, but he seems very boring and only wishes to stay on his land."

I sighed and looked out onto the water. "I do not wish to be married to a man like him. I would rather be alone for the rest of my days than to be married to him or to give him any children."

I felt Harald lay his hand on mine, which were still in my lap. I looked at him, and he gave me a soft smile. "I will talk to Olaf and see what I can do."

◆

Harald could not convince Olaf that me being married off to Birger was a bad idea. Olaf already made up his mind, and the wedding was to go on.

I found myself crying in Harald's arms, as I knew he did everything he could.

But it got worse when a new set of ships joined us, and my blood seemed to run cold when I saw it Birger and his men.

"Your husband to be has decided to join us." Olaf proudly said. "Yes, I can see that."

"You should go and welcome him." Olaf placed his hand on my back and steered me towards the front of the group that had gathered.

I passed by Leif, and his sister and him and I made eye contact. I stopped moving, forcing Olaf to stop. His hand slacked a bit on my back, giving me enough to break free from his grasp. I ran towards Leif and wrapped my arms around him, smashing my mouth against his.

He was stunned, only for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back with just as much passion.

"Let go of her before I have your head on spike." Olaf ordered. I pulled my lips from Leif's and turned to my head to look back at Olaf, not once letting go of Leif.

"I am not marrying that man. He can go back home as he is no warrior, and I refuse to be married to a man like him."

I felt arms wrap around my waist, and Leif was pulled away from me by a few of Olaf's men and forced to the ground.

"You will marry Birger before nightfall, and tomorrow, you two will ride into battle as husband and wife."

I was carried away, calling for Leif, calling for Harald. For anyone to stop this.

But no one came.

◆

I became numb as the day went on until I found myself walking with Olaf down a makeshift aisle. No smile on my face as I stared blankly at the man who was to become my husband.

I didn't speak, as Olaf said that if I so much as refused to marry Birger once more, that he will force me to watch as he blood eagled Leif in front of my very own eyes.

Birger leaned into kiss me, and I turned my head for him to get my cheek.

We walked towards his tent, his hand in mine. As I laid, there as we consummated our marriage, my thoughts drifted off to Leif, and my night with him.

How he kissed me, how he held me. How he looked at me. How he brought me to release with his fingers and mouth before he even entered my body.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt Birger spill his seed on my thighs, not being able to get back inside me as he pulled too far out.

"Next time, I will finish inside of you." He promised. I nodded my head and turned the other way, pretending to fall asleep.

Leif Eriksson's POV:

Olaf put guards outside my tent last night, and they were following me around as I prepared for this battle. I could see YN off in the distance, as she followed her new husband around. Who was standing close to Olaf as they discussed the plans for the day.

"He won't make it through this battle." Freydis said to me, as she too was observing the new men that joined us.

"How can you be so certain?" I asked her and looked at her out of the corner of my eye.

"If you would let your eyes wander from her, you would see how he is holding his sword. How jumpy he is. This Birger Svensen has not seen a real battle or been in a real fight. He will be one of the first to die."

Before I could say anything, Harald joined us. "He has forbade my sister from fighting."

"He can't do that. She is the one person here who deserves this revenge." I snapped.

"He can do that. He is her husband, and she must obey him, but I do not see her doing that."

"How can you be so certain?" Freydis asked Harald. I turned to look at him.

"I know my sister, and she already knows that he is a weak man who will die during this battle. If by the grace of God he does survive, well, we shall see."

I looked back in the direction of YN, and she was looking right at me.

"Do not fret, Leif. You and her will be together, You will make a much better brother-in-law, even though you are a Pagan." I shoved Harald for the last bit, but I knew he was joking.

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The battle was done. They easily gave in, no match for us. I did lose some close friends, but they will be on their way to Valhalla, as they died during battle.

I have already seen Harald, Freydis, Olaf, and a few others, but I did not see YN.

I looked around for her everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. I looked all over until I heard the sound of two people arguing.

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I followed the sound until I saw YN and Birger, who I am shocked survived, arguing.

"I told you to stay back at the camp." He sneered. Her face was blank. This is not the same woman.

"And I told you that I would not stay back."

"You made me look like a fool in front of everyone." He was raising his voice.

"And how did I do that? If it wasn't for me, you would be dead. You do not know what you are doing in battle. You stood there like a," Before she could finish, he slapped her across the face, and all I saw was red.

Before I knew it, I had him on the ground, my fist connecting with his face over and over again until my fist and his face became too bloody.

She didn't try to stop me.

I stood up, holding my hand, and I felt her hand take my bloodied one and look it over. Completely ignoring her husband on the ground, who was moaning in pain.

"We need to clean your hands before it becomes infected, Leif."

I placed my unhurt hand on the back of her neck, and I kissed her, and she kissed me back, the two of us ignoring the man, who was now struggling to get up on his own two feet.

"Marriage...over." Was all Birger could get out, making her and I break apart.

"You can tell that to Olaf." Was all she said. The two of us leaving him alone in clearing.

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He did go and tell Olaf, who was furious, that the marriage was over. He started to sputter about how he needed alliances, that was until Harald stepped in.

"Olaf, she has every right to be happy, and if Leif makes her happy, so be it."

"But Birger,"

"Birger Svensen is a useless man whose lands will be gone before he even gets home. He is not a good man to align yourself with."

"I want to marry Leif." She spoke up.

Olaf looked her way, and he was going to say something, then Harald spoke up once more. "Wonderful. Welcome to the family, Lief."

Harald walked Olaf away from us.

"I love you." I told her once more.

"And I love you, Leif Eriksson."

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[orbitingkepler]

i've finished s1 of midnight burger and man, i have some thoughts (so long i had to put a readmore on them).

what is caspar's whole deal with the diner? everyone has a story on how they found it (leif while spacehopping, gloria discovering on Craigslist [which is interesting but i'll get to that later] ava discovering it, presumably, while sciencing). going back, i don't think caspar ever really talks about how he found it, or even why he decided to stay (although i believe effie warns him that he might be running from something, which might be why he stayed). when ava goes through the time warp, she only hears a few moments of caspar's first day before it skips to leif's first day at the diner. at that point, caspar still doesn't know much about the diner but he seems far more comfortable in interacting in it (he slips into being a waiter immediately). and of course, from what we've heard, effie and zebulon don't seem to quite know how the diner works either. this makes me wonder if the diner is newer than originally thought, and perhaps caspar is actually the first employee. of course that couldn't exactly fit because iirc, effie and zebulon cannot see outside the diner so how would they know they were travelling through time and space? i guess that would mean that the diner is old enough to have had employees, who somehow disappeared before caspar arrived who might have been able to pass their knowledge onto effie and zebulon? but that would mean effie and zebulon would probably know more than they do, so maybe the radio is possibly a new installment to the diner (left by previous employees?)

are the radio and the diner even the same thing? the radio and the diner are somehow linked together, obviously, but effie and zebulon seem to have no control over where or when the diner goes, only that without them things would start falling apart (see: blackhole incident). it makes me wonder if despite being linked the diner has more sway in things. it's also always consistent that the diner shows up in a place where people need it (sometimes as a source of food, sometimes just to help problems). additionally, the diner seems to be able to seek out potential employees and draw them towards the diner (gloria). everyone was surprised when gloria showed up claiming that she saw their advert for a job interview, even though it was quite clear that none of them (including, iirc, zebulon & effie) ever put it up in the first place. i don't think it's a coincidence that leif showed up when he was looking for someplace new with Earth-people, or ava found the diner after she quit because she was trying to prove her scientific theories. i wonder if the diner is looking for a common quality in them and that's how it chooses its employees.

lastly: what's the deal with the radio? the vibes i'm getting are the effie & zebulon are just completely normal religious arkansas people, and that it's just the radio in the diner that's completely off-the-walls weird. originally i was thinking that effie & zebulon were like. preserved memories of people trapped inside a radio (maybe they were preserved before effie & zebulon ever had children, if the timewarp tunnel that ava had with the other arkansas people wasn't a completely different universe). but that's off the record now because i'm pretty sure memories can't get sick like effie did. which makes me wonder if effie & zebulon are in a pocket dimension of sorts? their time is like 1920s arkansas or whatever, which is moving at a much much slower pace than midnight burger. it'd explain how effie got sick (because their time is not static), plus how they don't have children, even though, in regular-world-time they definitely do have descendants (daniel & willow). and it'd explain why they think all science is witchcraft. if you were living in the 1920s, then the medical technology we have now would definitely seem to be witchcraft. the only thing i can't quite work out is the weird interference they had throughout season one, as well as how effie was able to locate leif. the first could be that whenever the diner radio lost connection with the pocket dimension effie & zebulon were in tried to fill their words with what the diner knew (which is why they would start quoting the book of the dead). i guess the diner being an entity of sorts could also explain how effie & zebulon managed to get into contact with leif when he was abducted, although what throws me off there is that if they're just normal people and the diner radio is actually controlling everything, then how would they have known about leif's radio? maybe the diner is capable of influencing them somewhat, or even maybe directing them a bit, but cannot outright control/tell anything to them. which makes me realize i am once again circling right back to religion: you know that one meme where it's like a guy who's being given divine information but because it's not in a language that they understand/can comprehend they circle right back around to being normal again? maybe that's the relationship that the diner, effie & zebulon have.

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