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fluxrspar · 4 months

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Wanted Plots (Nov-Dec '23)

And here we have Dame Selena! Another not Black Eagle muse of mine, but she's split nearly even across both halves anyway. Thus:

affiliated mission board.

(requires black eagle)

to keep the peace — reason +1

Selena believes strongly in the value of regulating weapons and where they go. If they pose a risk to the common people, she would like to eliminate that threat. taken by: n/a

the common revolution — no skill point

She is going to blame this (at least in part) on Duke Aegir (or whoever's in charge of setting taxes for the region; that's him, right?). Still, she'd like to avoid needless loss of life wherever it is possible. taken by: n/a

justice must be just. — no skill point

The cause is sympathetic—low yields in times of need causing people to seek answers—but the execution is... less to her tastes. More likely to track down a cause than let these farmers just have their way. taken by: n/a

camaraderie in dire times — authority +1

While she is by no means naive, she would like to create the most favorable outcome for both parties—preferably with more amicable relations going forth, but Selena will take what she can get. taken by: n/a

bodyguarding those children — no skill point

Because Selena is my only muse moral enough to care about these kids? (That's not Linhardt's reason, but it is very much Valter's.) Gotta keep the kiddin's safe :oldplead: taken by: n/a

unaffiliated mission board.

(anyone can take)

the earth feels... familiar. — lance +1

Selena is a general and she knows how to prepare for conflict. Similarly, she was a general and would like to leave that behind. She cannot resist helping out where it is needed, however. taken by: n/a

these tombstones are not dead. — no skill point

Selena around the topic of death is always fun in my opinion :softsmile: (More specifically: grief and mourning, loss and letting go. To be faced with real ghost—restless and yet seeking peace...) taken by: n/a

the day horses fly — flying +1

I think she'd appreciate the spectacle of it. Also, she would want to preserve its life (thinking about those who want to hunt and trap these horses). She's a horse girl what can I say :person_shrugging:? taken by: n/a

These are not the only prompts I will accept, just the ones that stuck out to me as is; similarly, feel free to come up to me and propose your own! DMs preferred, but pings in plotting work as well; ty!! o/

#[ ooc ]: ‘ are you certain? ’#toa plotting #[ WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WE'RE DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]#[ I'M FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]#[ i say knowing my writing has yet to cease; ]#[ selena with the most requests :softsmile: ]

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anncolt9 · 2 years

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Gustaf and Caitriona Gif

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years

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Eyes Like Oceans (preview)

Character: Valter Skarsgard x ambiguous female

Warning: 18+ sex/DDLG/praise/mature themes

Note: This was commissioned through my Ko-Fi by a wonderful sweetheart :)

I thought his eyes were blue...

I learned not to test the waters at a young age.

When I got older the oceans grew and instead of fearing them, I learned the safest places to go for a swim. Miles away, down the slope of his neck, falling like rain over his chest, missing his stomach because he was ticklish there and tucked away in near-perfect darkness. This beast was more amicable than the one slithering in the depths beyond black pinholes.

This beast liked to come out to play with a little bit of coaxing.

"Mm... What are you doing?" His scratchy voice sounded from above.

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#valter skarsgård fanfiction

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iturbide · 6 years

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I don't know if anyone ever asked, but how would the Grimas feel about Lyon and Julius? One managed to (sort of) break free from draconic possession, the other is still stuck in it.

I’ve talked a little bit about Grima and Julius before (mostly in the context of Loptous), but everyone knows I love talking about the Grimas so let’s talk about the fell dragons and their fellow not-so-heroic Heroes

Lyon is a very curious case, in that outside of combat he’s very much himself, fully in control of his actions and his mind; in battle, though, his consciousness is overwhelmed by the Demon King, who unleashes all the destructive power at his disposal. The Summoner prefers not to push Lyon out into combat for that very reason, since there’s no guarantee that Lyon will be able to wrest control back from the Demon King once it’s over; the Grimas, meanwhile, have absolutely no love for the Demon King, considering his nature (not to mention what he did to Myrrh’s home and father), but they’re willing to be more lenient with Lyon, since they certainly recognize that there’s a difference between the two aspects inhabiting that body – not lenient enough to let him near the creche, admittedly (they’re concerned that being around Myrrh might trigger the Demon King’s influence to take over), but enough to allow him around the Summoner.

They might not seek him out, but they certainly don’t mind his company, and can and will talk to him about various matters. Lyon himself is a pacifist, for the most part, which is rather at odds with the Grimas’ habit of destroying anything that demonstrates a viable threat to them and theirs, but thankfully that’s not something that comes up often. While he certainly has some deep-rooted issues that he still hasn’t managed to work through (his feelings of inferiority concerning Eirika and Ephraim, to start with), he’s still capable of offering some surprisingly sound advice, and his insights into various matters are often quite pointed, which tends to be helpful when particularly troublesome matters come up – plus, he’s one of the very few people that can actually keep Valter on a leash, which they appreciate. Overall the Grimas and Lyon respect one another: they may not agree on everything, and even take some issue with the others’ stances, but they equally recognize the others’ merits and engage civilly and even amicably.

Julius is another matter. If his consciousness still exists at all (and no one’s entirely sure whether it does or not), it’s not strong enough to fight off Loptous’ influence, and Loptous is not an entity to be trifled with. The Grimas are understandably wary of him, and don’t trust him within sight of either the creche or the Summoner, to the point that they will either try to draw Kiran in another direction if they see Julius seemingly up to something or else stand guard while the Summoner engages him in any kind of conversation. They want there to be a chance for Julius to be free, for the person he was before Loptous’ possession to have a way back (because they’ve heard enough to know that he was a kind child once), but they’re also not willing to rush anything, for fear of what might happen either if they fail – or worse, if they’re wrong. It’s part of why they haven’t acted yet on trying to take the tome from him: they don’t have a guaranteed failsafe, and if things go bad they would really prefer to have one, so they’re just monitoring him for the time being, keeping Loptous from doing any harm in the meantime.

#fire emblem: heroes #headcanon #grima #lyon #julius #answered #anonymous #the grimas are actually quite curious to meet the real julius #they've heard stories of course #from julia and arvis and deirdre #but they haven't met him themselves and they'd like to #also debates with lyon are interesting to say the least #the robins can't quite convince the grimas to keep their cool #and lyon can and will sometimes run rings around them #it's incredibly entertaining for anyone that's not grima

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lady-rian · 6 years

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In The Name Of Research; Pt2 Virai

(( Collaboration between myself and a character named Virai, a member of the Valteric research party that had been captured by Samuel Teague (Rian’s Grandfather) ))

A creek let off as her door opened for the first time in three days. If she had been eating the food or drinking the water, she would be able to stay awake enough to know what was happening, but not enough to strike out. TO test the situation, the forsaken alchemist sent the ghoul in first. When he did not hear the familiar gurgles of death he stepped in brushing his cape from his front in a grand gesture. In a hand he carried a chair and set it to the middle of the room. He ushered to the ghoul to bring in the second. Through a chapped lips, and a cracked cheek he tried to wet his lips before he spoke. His voice still deep and grand as the day he lived. He bowed ushering a hand to the chair before righting himself, "My lady... If you would have a seat?" Tilting his eyes as he watched, "I do apologize for my bad hospitality and not coming to visit you sooner."

((Trigger warning, violence))

Virai turned as he entered, her own form feeling as though it creaked from holding the same position for so long while her head raised to regard him wearily. She'd only been able to tell that the water wasn't poisoned, but otherwise, she hadn't touched the food. Water was absolutely necessary, but she could go without eating for at least a week or so. She rose, somewhat casually, with something of an air of relief as he entered and seated herself, masking her disgust at the rotted ghoul he brought with him with a carefully-cultured expression of patient humility. "Not at all; you had your reasons, I'm sure, though I'm positive I look a frightful mess now." She did her best to primp her hair as she spoke to him, "So, what can I do for you this fine evening? Or morning, is it? Please forgive me; lack of windows for a few days tends to distort my sense of time. There must be some reason you took all the trouble to set a trap involving pitfalls and enchanted trees; very nice work on those, I might add. I'd like to request some lessons later, if it doesn't tamper with your busy schedule too much." Having smoothed her hair out somewhat to her satisfaction without a mirror, her hands carefully folded themselves in her lap as she regarded him casually, as though they were friendly colleagues on a lunch outing.

The forsaken offered a grin with his chapped lips and raised a brow at the woman. "To be honest your being here was as much of a surprise to me as it was to you. Your companions have proved to be interesting." Shifting, he pulled his robes around as he had a seat in front of the woman, leaning just so on the cane he brought with him from his previous visit. "To be honest I was more surprised to see your female companion, but that is a tale for another day. As for the traps, a man must eat you see. meant for game and nothing more. I've grown a tad feeble with this..." he motioned to himself, towards a rotting piece of skin, "Development. Certainly you can not blame a man for that." Leaning forward as he feigned to return her informality. "Tell me, what brings a woman of your like so far to the frozen land of dragons? What is it you seek?"

"I do not blame you a bit; it is as much your right to eat as it is the wind's right to howl." Speaking of food brought another hungry growl from her stomach, and now that she knew he hadn't really targeted them intentionally, she regretted not having partaken of it earlier. She didn't comment on or really seem to take any particular interest in the things he said about the ones she'd traveled with, but piped up nicely at his question, again sounding quite amicable despite her situation, "Well... it might be obvious to you that I am no dragon, but in case it is not, I shall reassure you of such with not only my words, but lack of action. Were I such a great creature enshrouded in a humanoid form... this cell might very well be incapable of holding me, and I could have ably spirited away myself and my companions long before now. "Furthermore..." she continued, "it might also be obvious that I am no warrior, which leaves only that I must be a researcher bound for the infamous magical points of this region guarded so closely by many. I have made this trip a few times; though granted, this is the first time I have made it in a group, on this particular route, and at such a slow pace, though I could not pass up the opportunity to see them again. They make for such a fascinating subject of study, and I'm certain you'll agree." Her voice had risen with excitement at the prospect, her hands moving about animatedly as she spoke, sharing her delight in the venture with the undead man before her like it was an everyday occurrence.

He gave an upward nod and smirked as she mentioned their travel for the ley lines. "In deed. They are quite the site, even more so if you know how to harness the power." His eyes studied the woman, "You're not like the others are you? No more than I am." He would await her answer before moving to the door making certain not to leave his back to the woman. "I will be certain not to let you sit too much longer in these conditions."

"Harness it? I cannot imagine doing such a thing. So much is in there that to tap even a small fragment... I'd imagine a vessel of my size and capacity might explode at even that attempted amount. Other things, however..." She tapped a finger to her chin, her face gaining an expression of deep thought, only breaking at his next comment, her eyes observing him with a calm stoicism. "I am not... you have guessed correctly. They have family to return home to, things to fight for... my incentives lie in more... scholarly means." As he rose and moved towards the door - backing away, Virai noted with both wariness and amusement, for she could not cast due to his dampening effects - she bowed her head gratefully, a hand over her heart in a traditionally respectful gesture, "You are too kind. Hopefully we can get this misunderstanding settled... perhaps turned into a more... profitable situation."

The forsaken man chuckled, "I suppose truly harnessing such power is unheard of, but true to the fact of tapping into it. Perhaps I could show you sometime. Provided you would allow me the pleasure of a student. There was one I taught once. She did not have the nack for the potential I feel you hold."

The next day, as promised, the ghoul returned in early morn, catching the woman as he had the two others in their sleep. This time he carried her with care from the chamber. He would do all he could to not wake the woman as they moved her to a freshly prepared arrangement.

When Virai woke she found herself in a lavished room. At least so much that it would offer a comfort that was not offered in the previous cell. A bed with a filled mattress, blankets, a tub of warm water if she wished to bathe, there was a small fire going in the fireplace, a hair brush and small hand mirror. What was not made readily visable were the mandrake root aligned out of reach along the ceiling. The woman would be allowed a few hours of comfort before the room warmed enough to cause the tar like substance on the root would begin to drip like a thick blood in, splats and thwaps on the floor. The effects of the root and the substance they were covered in would begin to bring hallucinations. Bringing forth a humiliation of closest family and friends. The images laughing at the woman. Some would offer apology but then laugh as they had not truly meant it. When the laughing and mocking of the woman was not happening the root let off screams over head. At all hours and at the most unexpected moments a new vision or scream let out. Each time the woman would believe she had achieved a break in the torments, the visions and screams returned.

#House Teague #House Valteric #Character History #Samuel Teague

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anncolt9 · 3 years

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Gustaf Skarsgård and Caitriona Balfe

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anncolt9 · 3 years

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Gustaf Skarsgard and Caitriona Balfe

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anncolt9 · 3 years

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Gustaf Skarsgard and Caitriona Balfe

#gustaf skarsgard #crackship #caitriona balfe #outlander #vikings #cursed netflix #cursed #westworld #floki #Claire fraser #rol #ship #valter #Amice #Superno Sanguine

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anncolt9 · 3 years

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#gustaf skarsgård #caitriona balfe #outlander #cursed netflix #cursed #vikings #floki #Claire Fraser #edit #signature #photoshop #rol #superno sanguine #Amice #Valter #love #couple #crack ship

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iturbide · 6 years

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Could u possibly continue developing grima's character the more he interacts with the summoner? I just love those two interacting with each other and I can't get enough of your headcanons

oh heck yes my friend cut for length because i have no impulse control and wrote a novel in bullet points

Upon first being summoned, Grima was overall prickly and unpleasant to be around. For everyone. Antisocial to the extreme, he spent the majority of his time either on top of the castle with his dragon half or skulking around the less frequented halls of the Askran castle, scaring off anyone who thought it wise to venture near.

Kiran wasn’t having any of that. For several reasons: first, because several of the Heroes were concerned about the fellspawn being there at all; second, because new Heroes really do need an introductory crash course on how things work in the Order to make sure everything goes smoothly; and third, because they were honestly curious about Grima. They’d heard stories from Lucina about the world she lost and the dragon that caused it all…and part of them wondered if that was really the whole story.

Grima had no interest in company, though. So when the Summoner wandered up, the fell dragon wandered off. When Kiran followed, Grima attempted to evade. Worst was the constant stream of incessant chatter the Summoner kept up. Even when the fell dragon turned and snarled at them, Kiran only smiled and remarked cheerfully on his ferocity. No amount of threats seemed to deter them, and after a few days Grima resigned himself to getting no peace.

His opinion started to change, however subtly, when Kiran took him to the Training Tower as part of his requisite tour of the Order’s facilities. Delighted at being allowed to finally unleash his pent-up frustration, Grima was entirely ready to take the field (even if he did have to follow orders from the Summoner and the bizarre device that paints trails of light on the ground, which he would have been significantly more upset about if he didn’t have so much aggression to burn through). He relished the pain and returned it tenfold on the enemies that struck him, and eagerly anticipated forays higher in the tower…but Kiran’s behavior proved strange to him: after each battle, they ensured that he was tended by a cleric, expressing relief that he made it through alright and praising his performance or apologizing on behalf of a poor strategem or missed opportunity that otherwise might have spared him a blow. Even though he was, by all accounts, bound to the Summoner’s command, he had not expected that they would treat him as anything but the weapon he was.

While he might have been willing to write that off as a show for the other Heroes that had accompanied them to the Tower, he could not so easily dismiss Kiran’s similarly amicable behavior in private settings following that first outing. They asked questions of him and seemed genuinely interested in the answers, and even when he laid bare the most bitter truths he’d learned in his many years of life, the Summoner neither laughed him off nor rolled their eyes. They took him seriously, considered his words…and at times, even agreed with him. Grima couldn’t remember having humans agree with him. Not truly. As a show to win his favor, certainly, and then they would make some demand of him and rage if he would not meet it…but Kiran gave thoughtful, reasoned responses, seeming genuine both in their agreement and their reasons for going forward in spite their understanding of how bad humanity can be.

It’s around that point that the tables began to turn. While Kiran still followed him around frequently, he made less and less effort to evade them, often slowing his pace or shortening his stride so that the Summoner could keep up. He found himself growing curious about what Kiran might inquire about next, and despite himself, he began to question them himself. He told himself that it was a way to suss out Kiran’s weakness and the loathsome seeds of human selfishness and vanity…but as the voice in the back of his mind pointed out, he wasn’t really asking the right questions to figure that out. Grima ignored that.

As tensions between Askr and Embla began to mount again and concerns over Muspell’s involvement demanded much of the Summoner’s attention, they stopped shadowing the fell dragon in the castle; in response, Grima began to follow them instead, which afforded him a new and very different view of Kiran’s life in the castle. The interactions with other Heroes (some good, some not), the responsibilities they shouldered, the trials they endured…and he recognized himself in the Summoner as he looked on: bearing the burden of this kingdom’s demands, pushed beyond their limits by the Askrans’ requests, placed upon a pedestal as some mighty savior and knowing that failure means a terrible fall. But they still hold tight to their convictions, even on the days when they struggle. It’s strange to him, how alike they are, yet how different they’ve become.

Grima stays close. Kiran enjoys the company, really (and honestly, they appreciate it since it keeps Valter at bay he is creepy all the time and makes them really uncomfortable), and while it’s a very slow process, the Summoner exerts a positive influence on Grima, keeping him in line and correcting his worse behaviors through persistent reinforcement and reminders. And beyond his protection (in true dragon fashion, Grima treats Kiran like a particularly precious treasure from his hoard: he’s willing to let others interact with the Summoner, but woe betide any who hassle them), Grima offers Kiran a supportive ear and a kind of understanding that very few other Heroes can boast. They may not be romantic, but the bond of respect and trust they share is undeniable, and the way they support one another keeps them both strong.

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: heroes #headcanon #grima #kiran #i could go on and on about them okay #this got severely out of hand you may have noticed

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