#and I think he’d be fun to write

[imogenkol]

The Prodigal Daughter - a Skyrim OC fic

characters: Yrsa Gunnr (oc), Amund Gunnr (oc) word count: 2K rating: General warnings: brief alcohol consumption tags: family drama, wholesome sibling dynamic

Yrsa received the letter one month after Helgen and waited twice as long to reply. Now the arrival of her brother in Whiterun was imminent and she stared at the parchment in her hands as she had many times since the courier delivered it. The taloned grasp of shame and fear clawed at her chest. She glanced up from her seat at Breezehome’s hearth to watch the blank face of her front door, dreading the knock to come. 

With a sigh, Yrsa set the letter aside and reached for a tankard of mead. Sweet fermented honey and spices burned away some of the tightness in her throat, but she still felt a weight. The amulet of Talos stuffed in her pocket hadn’t felt this heavy since she made the choice to abandon the war. Yrsa swore the god’s disappointment was intentionally poured into the symbol gifted by her parents, it’s why she could no longer bear to don it around her neck. Yet she couldn’t bear to part with it either. 

A firm series of knocks pulled Yrsa out of her thoughts. She took another swig from her tankard and pushed herself to her feet to answer the door. 

Amund stood nearly as tall as the door, only a hair taller than Yrsa – though he would argue at least two. Years of hammering anvil caused his broad shoulders to nearly span the entire width of the doorway as well. His exceptionally dark shoulder length hair had been braided back, a few stray wisps resting on his forge-tanned cheeks. Yrsa noticed some subtle streaks of gray through the waves of black, finally showing a bit of age in her older brother. A bright smile split his perfectly sculpted charcoal beard at the sight of Yrsa. She found it surprisingly easy to return and felt the warmth in his glacier colored eyes.

“Oh, look at you!” Amund scooped his younger sister up in his strong arms and swung her around as they laughed, just the way he used to when she was smaller and with the same amount of ease. 

“It’s good to see you too, Amund,” Yrsa chuckled, burying her face in his familiar fur cloak. Her anxieties melted into the smoky scented softness along with the rest of her. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed the embrace of family. 

He plunked her back down. “Did you get taller?” 

She rolled her eyes. “I am as tall as you last saw me.” 

“No.” Amund shook his head and held out a flat hand above her head to compare her size to his. “No, I’m certain there’s been growth. Or you have new boots.”

“I have new boots, but they are actually shorter than my old ones,” Yrsa quipped. Having the same argument over and over about Amund’s denial with her encroaching on his height never got old. He would always be the tallest of the Gunnr children, but Yrsa became a close second, much to everyone’s surprise. She had true Nord stature, her father said. “Now, come inside and share some mead with me.” 

“Ah, yes, I shall never refuse such an offer after a long journey.”  

The fire in the hearth crackled as the two siblings claimed their chairs. Amund eagerly accepted a freshly poured tankard of mead and took a generous swig. For a moment, it felt like Yrsa was back home sharing a drink with her brother after a long day of work. 

“Tell me how Liv is,” Yrsa requested. “And the girls.”

Amund nodded and wiped his beard clean. “They are all good. The girls miss their aunt, though. Eydis is never seen without that little bear carving you made for her. Kara,” he paused to bark out a laugh, “Kara broke Ari’s nose for calling you a traitor. Liv had me scold her, but I’ve never been prouder.” 

Yrsa smiled sadly. Her nephew’s words were true and she felt a fresh flush of guilt. “Sounds like Bo has made up his mind about me.” 

Amund waved a dismissive hand. “Bo has always been jealous of you, I wouldn’t worry. When Ari gets older, he’ll understand that his father allowed himself to be consumed by pettiness.” 

“Perhaps Bo’s anger is justified,” Yrsa said quietly and stared into the flames. 

Her brother paused with the tankard at his lips. A tense moment passed and he leaned forward intently in his seat. “What are you saying?” 

She shrugged. “This is why you came out here, right? To hear the truth about what really happened before Helgen.”

A wooden thunk echoed in the small home as Amund set his tankard down. “I came to check on the well being of my little sister, a task I have always been proud to uphold. Is it so bad if the truth just so happens to be included?”

Slowly, Yrsa forced her gaze from the flames of the fire to the icy colored stare of her brother. “Even if the answers you seek will make you never want to speak to me again?”

“Yrsa,” he said slowly and sincerely, “there is no truth that could cause me to disown you.”

If it had been any of her other siblings, she would have hesitated. If it had been her parents, she would never have believed the words. But this was Amund in front of her, the brother who taught her how to forge from a young age and gifted her a handmade blade to keep her safe in war. Yrsa trusted him always. 

“It is true that I’ve abandoned the Stormcloaks.”

“Do you side with the Empire?” he asked calmly. The flicker of firelight made his stoic expression appear like stone. 

She shook her head. “No, I’ve decided not to take part in any of it anymore. Ulfric only saw me as a weapon.”

“I’m sure that’s not true, Ulfric is a good man. There must have been a misunderstanding, if you return home with me, we could –” 

“No, Amund,” Yrsa chided softly. “Distrust had been growing in my heart for weeks. My ears finally heard the vile words spoken around camp. I saw the frenzied look in the eyes of my fellow soldiers. Like a veil had fallen from my eyes, I truly saw Ulfric for who is. He takes advantage of the fanaticism, fans the flames for his own purposes.”

Now Amund was the one to stare intensely into the hearth. “Did you speak your mind?”

She nodded. “We had a disagreement on the road before the Imperial ambush. I knew Ulfric and his troops would sooner put me in chains than let me walk freely. This war, Amund, it’s full of people with poison in their hearts. They speak of reclaiming our freedom, but that poison is leaking into the soil wherever they step and killing the land we fight for. I have purged it from me.” 

“What of the Empire?” He threw up his hand. “What about Talos? Do you believe we should just yield?”

“I don’t know what should be done. It is not up to me to decide.” 

“But you are Dragonborn, Yrsa! You hold the power to turn the tide – to end this civil war and bring freedom to Skyrim.” 

“If Ulfric was willing to hold me as a prisoner and force me to fight for his cause because I am a werebear, what do you think he would do to keep the Dragonborn at his side?”

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Amund growled fiercely. 

“You might not have a choice,” she pointed out. “Would you commit treason?”

“For you, I would,” he answered with such conviction, it left Yrsa speechless. “I am loyal to my family before anything. Before my duties as a blacksmith, before Windhelm, before any kings or emperors or even Talos himself. So… if you have chosen this path, Yrsa, I will protect you.”

Her brother may be a smith, but he was the fiercest protector in all her family. It’s something Yrsa has greatly admired about him since she was little. From the first moment she watched him work steel, Be careful of the forge fire, Yrsa, it will burn you right crisp. He once snatched a piece of hot iron from her grasp with his bare hands before it had a chance to leave a mark on her tiny fingers. Yrsa spotted the old scar on the edge of his palm. Amund would brave many burns for her, she had no doubts. 

“I’ve always known I could count on you, Amund.”

“Good.” He nodded in satisfaction, a soft expression returning to his features. “Now, show me around this magnificent home of yours.”

The hint of sarcasm in his tone made her scoff. They could practically see the entire interior of the house from where they sat. “It’s humble, but I like it here. It’s also only temporary until I can purchase some land out near Falkreath. I intend to build my own homestead.” 

Amund leaned back and let out a low whistle. “Well, well, that’s quite the goal. Color me impressed.” 

She smirked knowingly. “You may be more impressed to hear that I’ve taken up smithing as well. Eorlund Gray-Mane has taken me under his wing at the Skyforge.” 

“The Skyforge?” Yrsa nodded and it looked like Amund nearly toppled from his seat. 

“I’ve taken up work with the Companions. They’ve given me my own Skyforge steel sword.” Yrsa reached for the weapon resting against the back of her chair and unsheathed the blade with a metallic hiss. 

Amund looked like a child about to receive their favorite sweet. He marveled at the craftsmanship passed to his hands. “Incredible... Did you show Eorlund my sword?”

Yrsa gnawed on her lower lip. “Um, I have not, I must confess.” 

For the first time, her brother looked offended. “Why not?”

“I haven’t been wielding it,” she admitted. 

His thick brows knitted together as he placed the sword down. “Is it damaged? Did you lose it?”

“No, it’s under my bed.” 

Amund studied her silently for a long minute. Then he got up, walked up the stairs with a few creaks from the old wood, and retrieved the Nordic sword he had forged special for her. The quicksilver sang more beautifully than any bard as he slowly pulled it free of the scabbard. Amund ran his thumb along the carvings engraved on the flat of the blade and smiled wistfully. “I noticed you aren’t wearing your amulet of Talos either.” 

“I still carry it with me.” 

“You believe you are no longer worthy of these gifts,” he guessed. 

Yrsa tried not to wince. “It is a complicated feeling.” 

“Allow me to uncomplicate it.” Amund sheathed the sword and returned to Yrsa’s side. With a proud grin, he presented it to her in the same way he had when he first gifted it. The hilt and blade tip balanced on his fingers as he knelt before her. “I made this sword so that I would be able to protect you when you are away from home. You would honor me by allowing it to continue its purpose.” He winked. “If only for the opportunity of my blade to taste dragon blood.” 

Yrsa couldn’t stop smiling, not even through her misted eyes. She brushed away a stray tear and accepted her brother’s blessing to use the sword once more. “It will taste Alduin’s blood, my dearest brother. This, I vow.” 

He stood and clapped her shoulder. “That’s all I ask. Now, is there a decent tavern in this town? I crave more mead, a hearty meal, and some music.”  

“There’s one right up the road here.” Yrsa cleared her throat and stood. After attaching the Nordic sword to her belt, where it has always belonged, she motioned for Amund to follow. “Let’s go.” 

“Finally, a proper adventure.”

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC the Olympics AU.

Jazz is competing for sharpshooting

Dick is competing for team gymnastics

Y’all can work it out from there :)

[inthehouseoffinwe]

The ships burn and Fingolfin hates.

…the ships keep burning and Fingolfin fears.

Mad cackling can almost be heard a continent away and he can’t figure out whose it is: Morgoth’s, or his brother’s.

In either case, he knows the people Fëanor has just taken to the other side, Fingolfin’s dear nephews most of all, are in great danger. He knows his brother. And he knows what happens to the people around him when his passion meets rage in a merciless, all-consuming flame.

No one deserves to be in that line of fire.

So when his children and remaining nephews and niece cry out their betrayal and curse their uncle and cousins, he turns a firm eye to them.

“If I’d commanded it, would you not have done the same?”

They begin to shake their heads, and he frowns.

“Do not lie to me, children.”

They turn away. Fingon’s relief at his father’s words breaks his heart, his eldest should know he cares deeply for Fëanor’s sons. Surely? Has he become so distant? Would any of them have confided in him earlier if he’d just opened his arms a little more-

No use in what ifs.

He turns back to the burning ships and sends a small prayer to whoever might still listen to keep his nephews safe. Fëanor is gone, mind shattered with his father’s death, and he’s dragging his children down with him to ash and blood and ruin. They just have to survive long enough for Fingolfin to arrive. He’ll talk sense into his brother, he’s the only one who can. He’ll get the children their father back and fix all of this, pride be damned.

The Helcaraxë is the only option. His nine children spit venom at their half uncle, but no longer complain of their cousins. A year following him into this hellscape, a year of leaving the weakest to the blizzards lest everyone freeze yet refusing to turn back, has shown them exactly what they’d have done were the positions reversed.

It’s a sobering thought. He wonders what he’s done to deserve such dogged loyalty.

Wonders when he started taking advantage of the same things he hated and admired most about his brother.

Time passes. He wakes one day to a coldness in his fëa and sends another desperate prayer. A bad feeling takes route that grows day by day, fear and a strange fire dancing in his periphery urging him and his people on.

Time is running out Nolofinwë.

Ice slowly gives way to solid rock, then slush, then grass and he arrives at Mithrim in relief, all but running to the fortress, only to see little Makalaurë greeting his host. Eyes hardened, crowned in silver, heavy shoulders draped in a frayed red cloak-

And he knows it’s far, far too late.

Agony and despair are hidden behind a stony mask that he sees right through but can no longer reach. His open arms greeted with caution. Watching. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. His kind words with narrowed eyes, all but daring pity, and Fingolfin could weep.

There’s no reconciliation that can prove his love, his understanding, now.

Fëanor is gone.

His children are being consumed in the blaze left behind.

…and Fingolfin doesn’t know how to fix this.

[jaxieus]

Johan things from twitter

Punk/emo Johan and eating a burger

Johan playing the ps2

[andi-o-geyser]

“we’re doing another groundbreaking storyline with batman fighting his greatest enemy, the joker-” pack it up.

[cartoonguy08]

Gonna write my hc real quick

Soldier genuinely believes he doesn’t have parents

It all started when he was rejected at boot camp and went to Germany to kill nazis on his own. Yep, that’s when it started! He never had parents, never had a childhood. Just started right there and then and he just kept going from there 👍

He hates how every time he looks in a mirror he reminds himself of something. Or someone. He doesn’t know who, he can’t put his finger on it. Maybe it’s the hair? No, the nose? Something like that..

[acadjonne]

so hear me out

tim drake and danny fenton are twins

jack drake really did have a brother named eddie, once upon a time. eddie drake also had a wife, and she was expecting twins, but of course gotham is gotham. right before the twins would be born, eddie died, but his wife was brought to the hospital and lived long enough for the twins to be born.

jack and janet drake adopt the older twin, tim, because people knew that eddie and his wife were going to have a baby, and they had been considering having a kid themselves. but no one knew the drakes were expecting twins, and jack and janet don’t want two babies, so they arrange for the younger twin to be anonymously given up.

well, through some insane miscommunication, the other twin ends up in illinois, where he’s adopted a few months later by jack and maddie fenton. of course, because danny was given up anonymously, there’s no information whatsoever about his birth family

tim finds out he’s got a twin when he’s eleven or twelve by finding his birth certificate and an ultrasound print in his father’s safe. he starts looking for his twin, but doesn’t find a whole lot on his own.

(even when tim becomes robin, he never thinks of mentioning his twin to bruce.)

when they’re 14, tim meets sam manson at a gala in gotham. she’s originally from gotham as well, but moved to amity park as a kid, so this was her first time back in a long time. danny had just recently found out he was adopted, so of course when sam sees tim and he looks exactly like danny, she puts two and two together and approaches tim.

once sam gets back to amity, she puts danny and tim in contact. they agree that it sounds super unlikely on paper since danny was found in a hospital in chicago, while tim was born in gotham, and danny’s birthday is a couple days off from tim’s because no one knew exactly what day he was actually born, but they also look way too much alike for it to be coincidence.

of course, before they can get a dna test done, danny’s portal accident happens, and he gets super squirley about it after that whenever tim mentions it. plus they’re both minors and the drakes are never around to actually consent to it so it would be kinda weird for tim to insist on a dna test at that point.

but they stay in touch for the next few years, both expertly dodging any mention of their hero activities, and even manage to meet up for their sixteenth birthday. they hang out for a weekend in cleveland because it’s neutral ground, pretty much right smack in the middle between amity park and gotham. then, a few weeks after the events of d-stabilized, shit hits the fan.

valerie knows vlad is also plasmius, and after giving (dani) ellie a good head start, she starts going after him, outing him to the whole town in the process. of course, vlad assumes danny is the one who told valerie, so he outs danny as phantom as well. vlad manages to shake valerie, the fentons, and the giw, but danny isn’t so lucky, and gets captured by the giw.

of course, once they find out he’s been captured, sam, tucker, and jazz start planning to break him out and get him somewhere safe. obviously they can’t take danny to either the manson or foley houses, the giw would check there first, and they can’t take him to jazz’s college dorm either. gotham has a lot of ambient ectoplasm though, and the giw (probably) wouldn’t go anywhere near batman’s territory even with the anti-ecto acts, so sam calls tim and asks if they can take danny to him once they rescue him.

of course, tim had no idea about anything going on in amity park, not that team phantom knew that. turns out the giw have been covering things up forever, and the extremely high ectoplasm leaking from the fentons’ portal doesn’t help either. but of course sam assumes he knows because most of amity park is actively protesting against the giw and demanding danny’s release and it’s about to start getting violent any second now, and if it’s such big news in amity then of course tim knows danny is phantom by now, right?

but tim’s able to keep hold of himself long enough to let sam know that yes, danny can come to gotham, all of team phantom can come to gotham once they’ve rescued him, and once he’s let her go he immediately goes to the other bats and sounds the alarms

so queue the justice league showing up in amity park to deal with the giw, and inquiries about the legality of the anti-ecto acts and how they overlap with meta protection laws get raised, and danny gets rescued, and team phantom is evacuated to gotham.

once things have calmed down, tim tells danny about being red robin and they bond over hero stuff. danny fixes jason’s pit-induced anger problems because holy shit dude your ectoplasm is rancid. bruce of course takes on look at danny and decides to adopt him.

anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[sieglinde-freud]

What do you think Awakening Trio’s spouses call them once they’re back in Ylisse?

hi anon!! thank you so much for the ask 🩷 thats a good question… honestly i think it depends both on which member of the awakening trio it is and also who their spouse is? under cut because i ended up writing a LOT sorry 😭

normally when i think about post-fates awakening trio, im thinking about my preferred pairings for all of them (lucisev, lasnyx, azuodin) and so for all of those i generally tend towards their original names? i think that inigo, sentimental as he is, would prefer his original name regardless of spouse, honestly. whether or not that’s nyx doesn’t exactly change that for me, when i really think about it. maybe if he stayed in nohr, like with xander (when it comes to xanlow im not sure if i prefer them staying or leaving? both sexy… both sad…) he might just suck it up but i think he prefers inigo.

for owain, though, i think it depends! for him with azura specifically, i think they would go with calling him owain, because 1) i think he realizes that azura needs space from everything in nohrshido and a ylissean name as opposed to a nohrian one is already a huge help with that and 2) its HIS name and he holds a lot of value in that! but on that second point, the weird thing about owain is that hes actually… super down with changing his name. its odd at first, but unlike someone like laslow who’s kind of in this feeling of limbo with the identity change, odin kinda jumps at it and uses the change in name to help more strictly define his persona as the “legendary hero of darkness” aching blood and twitching hands thing he’s got going on. not only that, but wheras owain’s identity is already cemented in being the second (or third if lucina has a sibling. yikes!) prince of ylisse who’s pushed to the side in favor of his “better” or “stronger” family members, odin gets to choose what and who he is. and so, i think owain is really just. it depends, because even with all that said, owain is still the name he got from his mom, and it’s the name that saw him through hell and back! i think if he were like with niles or beruka, he’d take owain. if he were with like, charlotte or elise, he’d take odin. i think his relationships and how they come about would definitely influence his pick.

for severa… well, like i said, my favorite pick for her is lucina (oohhh u wanna pine for your lost love while in another world soooo bad ooohhhhh) and so, when she comes back, because lucina has known severa forever, i think she just goes with that. HOWEVER. if she brings back a nohrshido spouse… i think she’d like to stick with selena. she’s in a very similar spot that owain was in in terms of using the name change as a new identity, but unlike owain, she just… goes for it. no reservations, no errors, she dumps severa behind and immediately falls into her role as selena and i think she’s much happier for it. i think for her, severa was too much trapped in the shadow of her past and her mother, so once she’s given the opportunity to become selena, that all just kinda… falls away. not that it doesn’t affect her anymore—it does! in her supports with like, subaki, for example, her mother and her insecurities are still there. and her supports with odin show she does still long for her home, but i also think that she’s a lot better at realizing that, despite everything, you can’t actually go back to the past and fix how fucked up the three of them are, and being stuck in that grief isn’t worth much to her! so she accepts selena and everything that comes with that identity. and once she’s in ylisse again, just because she’s home, it doesn’t mean she’s going back. now that she’s experienced what it’s like to be able to step out of everything that’s restricted her for so long, like her name that attaches her too much to her mom, i think she wouldn’t mind keeping selena. in private, and especially if her spouse is like, lucina or inigo or owain or noire or laurent, maybe she wouldn’t mind hearing severa every now and then. but publically (and probably legally. #paperwork) she’s selena for the rest of time. also i do hc that even if her spouse is ylissean, she just kinda falls back into mercenary work, so. professionally also, she’s def known as selena. she said FUCK that old name im not going back. cordelia calls her severa though.

[ii-meeple-confessions]

pulling up with my engineer Mephone4 idea

post ii18 he becomes an engineer/mechanic/ inventor (I go with engineer cause tf2 reference) because he loves creating and found a way to still create things after all his power was taken from him

He originally took it up as a hobby because he wanted to get good enough to possibly fix Mepad in the future but he’s super distracted and spends like all his time making food launchers. 3GS doesn’t get his interest in making all that stuff but he supports it

-magenta anon

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[fortune-maiden]

Based on Bridon Ep 4, I’m starting to wonder more about how Lu Guang’s powers work

He took a photo of CXS and was apparently able to keep an eye on him through that

But doesn’t that raise some questions about the “12 hours into the future” that LG can see? He took the photo so wouldn’t it make more sense that he could see 12 hours into the photographer’s future? It would explain why he followed CXS to the pub rather than watch from the hotel room, but somehow it also looked like he was able to know exactly what CXS was doing in the pub so he knew the exact moment to call and summon him back

Is he just able to zoom in on the particulars as long as he’s physically present in/within some short radius of the location?

[nami-moittli]

I think you like Leah

…A little

[daycourtofficial]

I’m not sure if I’m going to write any holiday themed fics but if I did it’d be someone tricking Eris into an ugly sweater and whether that goes anywhere is up for debate but the idea… the image… its provocative

[evergreen-endo]

thinking about praising men into submission.

[wawamouse]

I actually (surprisingly) didn’t feel any kind of way about this before but Tumblr TV keeps playing it to me on loop these days so actually I’m developing a feeling about it and that feeling is … 🙂‍↕️*spins in my chair*

[glitterincandles]

If you're still looking for headcanon requests for Smiling Friends, would you Allan reacting to his boyfriend coming out as trans? (ftm)

☆ allan reacting to his bf coming out as trans ☆

• he would be supportive of his bf!!!! :D

• while his bf is coming out to him, allan would be actively listening to him and taking in every word and every little bit of body language

• ^ like he will be intrigued, he would ask questions, and be actively involved

• “Oh, really? That’s interesting. I have no issues with that. I’m happy you felt safe enough to tell me.”

• “When did you find out? I’m glad you figured yourself out.”

• if his bf is starting out on his transition, allan would financially support him with all he has. like at least half of his paychecks would go to helping him afford top surgery, hrt, etc

• if anyone has a problem with his bf, allan will come to his defense at all times

• ^ like if his bf gets misgendered, allan is quick to correct the person with a snappy remark and he is never afraid to do so

[devilishdelights]

where are all the medieval priest mc who slowly becomes corrupted by one of the brothers aus at……