#musings :: about :: eira

[dcviated]

Disgusting realization that Eira thrives in those 'could've been an email' meetings.

And she nags people that miss them or leave early.

[iceforveins]

@rxdianced

Franz Kafka, 1912

[livrebelgirl]

ㅤ　　 ㅤ　　 ㅤ　　 　　　　　　ㅤ　⟡　　　𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 　　　　　　ㅤ　﹫ɪɴꜰᴏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ 　⸝　ꜰʀᴇᴇㅤ　　 　　　　　　ㅤ　　 　　　　　　ㅤ　　 ㅤ 　　ㅤ　　　ㅤ❤ㅤ　‧‧‧ㅤ　on game ㅤ 　　ㅤ　　　ㅤ😭ㅤ　‧‧‧ㅤ　off game　 　　　　　　ㅤ　 　　　　　　ㅤ　　 　　　　　　ㅤ　　 　🖇　basics : ㅤ　　　　　　ㅤ　 　♯　nome:　liv eira torgersen 　♯　prestavolto:　josephine skriver 　♯　pronomi:　she/her 　♯　luogo di nascita:　oslo, norway 　♯　vive a:　manhattan, new york 　♯　sessualità:　etero 　　　　　　ㅤ　 　　ㅤ　 　🖇　about them : ㅤ　　　　　ㅤ　 ㅤ　𝐈ㅤ　E' il due gennaio duemilauno, a Oslo, in Norvegia, quando Liv viene alla luce, figlia di due personalità di spicco: sua madre, Astrid Dahl, è una stilista norvegese di fama internazionale che ha scalato il mondo della moda fino a diventare direttrice creativa della maison Dior. Suo padre, Henrik Torgersen, è un brillante avvocato conosciuto come uno "squalo" per la sua tenacia nelle aule di tribunale e la capacità di piegare ogni caso a suo favore. L’infanzia di Liv tuttavia, è un mix di lusso e solitudine, un misto di sensazioni spesso contrastanti. Cresce tra atelier di alta moda e studi legali, osservando i genitori brillare nei loro rispettivi mondi, ma spesso sentendosi invisibile in mezzo alla loro carriera frenetica. 　　　　　　ㅤ ㅤ　𝐈𝐈ㅤ　L'assenza emotiva genitoriale ricopre un ruolo fondamentale nella vita di Liv, la quale si ritrova a seguire la strada della lettura e conseguentemente della scrittura. Si rifugia così in un modo in cui la fantasia predomina, ma soprattutto un modo in cui riesce a sviluppare una forte empatia per tutti quei personaggi di cui legge. 　　　　　　ㅤ ㅤ　𝐈𝐈𝐈ㅤ　A 18 anni, Liv lascia Oslo per trasferirsi a Manhattan e studiare letteratura inglese alla prestigiosa Columbia University. Il suo trasferimento rappresenta un mix di fuga e opportunità: fuggire dalle aspettative opprimenti dei genitori e trovare la sua voce lontano dal peso della loro eredità. Manhattan la affascina e la spaventa allo stesso tempo. Vive in un loft nei pressi del college, l'ultimo anno diventa il più arduo e la scrittura della tesi diventa il chiodo fisso di una carriera che potrebbe naufragare ancor prima di cominciare. 　　　　　　ㅤ ㅤ　𝐈𝐕ㅤ　Frequentatrice assidua di caffè letterari, librerie e biblioteche, Liv ha sempre vissuto all'ombra delle aspettative dei genitori, i quali hanno proiettato su di lei i loro desideri e ambizioni. La madre ha sempre visto nella giovane, il volto perfetto per la moda, per un modo fatto di apparenze, e nonostante lei stessa ci abbia provato, Liv è ancora troppo titubante ad accettare un ruolo in cui deve mostrare qualcosa che probabilmente non esiste. Henrik, d’altra parte, ha sempre visto Liv come una versione più giovane di sé, intelligente e ambiziosa. Ha cercato di guidarla verso una carriera rispettabile, forse nell’editoria o nel diritto, ma senza mai chiedersi cosa volesse davvero. La loro relazione è formale e spesso distante, con Henrik che tende a giudicare le scelte della figlia come "sogni immaturi" anziché aspirazioni legittime. Ad oggi non ha ancora chiaro che cosa voglia fare della sua vita, ma nel frattempo il college è la sua casa. 　　　　　　　　　　　ㅤ　　ㅤ　　ㅤㅤ 　❚　ᴘɴɢꜱ/ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, quindi 𝗣𝗩 importanti che 𝗻𝗼𝗻 possono essere duplicati: 　　　　　　ㅤ　　ㅤㅤ ㅤ　✦ㅤ　henrik torgersen　—　ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴊᴏʜɴ ʙᴜʀᴋᴇ ( father ) ㅤ　✦ㅤ　astrid dahl　—　ᴋᴇʟʟʏ ʀᴜᴛʜᴇʀғᴏʀᴅ ( mother ) ㅤ　　 ㅤ

[frznkingdom]

"..."

"Nope. I don't need it."

[notquitedeadpod]

Hi Eira, I found not quite dead very recently and have been enjoying it so much. Thank you for this delicious treat. While I was listening yesterday I was thinking about the character's power dynamic and started musing about age gap in human-vampire relationships. If we'd go by the half one's age plus seven, most of vampires would be having an icky relationship with any human. So what is your thoughts on this? The ick in age gap usually comes from the kind of power imbalance it creates. A type of manipulative power. Do you think vampires and humans can have any healthy relationship? Even in relationships between two vampires, do you think when one lives beyond human life span, the difference in life experience becomes irrelevant in their power dynamic after a certain age? I really appreciate your art and your work. Have a lovely day

I'm glad you're enjoying the show! Thanks for the juicy question. This is a thing I've considered a lot. With vampires who are older than the span of a human life, the kinds of age gaps in question are so big that they're unresolveable, and also they'd be impossible in real life.

Like you say, the negative reactions people have to relationships with age gaps comes from the implied power imbalance they might cause. But the subsequent risks of that imbalance (i.e. coercion and/or abuse) are risks present in ALL relationships, not just ones where there is a gap in age. Additionally, other kinds of imbalances pose that associated extra risk factor too (eg. where there is an imbalance of wealth between the partners, or a difference in social capital).

When it comes to vampires, often times we're talking about a (fictional) population with an extremely small number of individuals. To me, they all deserve a chance at finding romantic and/or sexual connection if they want to have it, and I don't think the fact they could be a bajillion years old should preclude them from looking to discover that love wherever they like, provided that they're only looking to date actual adults (I've got my eye on you, Edward Cullen).

Vampires can so often represent a form of liberation (sexual, romantic or otherwise), and that liberation often comes directely FROM the implied power imbalance at play. Take the titular character of Carmilla, for example; she is able to be liberated in ways the MC Laura is not simply by virtue of being a vampire. In the case of Twilight, too: Bella's desire for Edward is acceptable to her almost because of what he is, and specifically because of the age gap. Particularly significant to me in context of this conversation is the joke Bella makes about Edward being 'old fashioned' when reassuring her father of her safety in his presence. Twilight in specific is eminently messed up in this regard and I find it delicious to discuss all the ways that manifests because it all runs under the surface of what at first glance is a pretty typical teen romance.

Like everything with vampires, there is a huge amount of scope for exploring these ideas further, and there are some moments in S4 of NQD (starting in less than a week btw I'm SO EXCITED) where I'm thinking specifically about these exact things and how they relate to the various relationship dynamics within the show.

Whether a vampire and a human can have a healthy relationship, then, really depends on the vampire story you're talking about, and of course, what you want out of the vampires in question. These preferences can have such a big impact on both the writing of these stories, but also the interpretations you have of them as someone engaging with them.

So the question is really do YOU think they can have healthy relationships? 👀

-- Eira xxx

[mads-weasley]

36. The Decision

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Hvitserk lingered by the window of the longhouse, the fading light slanting through the cracks in the wood. He rested his hand on the sill, his thumb absently tracing the rough grain of the wood as his mind wandered to her. He could still feel the softness of her hand in his, the magnetic pull, the closeness of her lips. Eira's gaze had set his blood alight and made his chest ache all at once in a way he'd never experienced.

The sound of Ivar's crutch against the stone floor snapped him back to the present. Hvitserk turned as his brother approached, his sharp blue eyes already fixed on him.

"You've been...distracted lately," Ivar began, his tone deceptively light. "Tell me, brother, where do you go?"

Hvitserk forced a smile, leaning against the window frame with feigned nonchalance. "Nowhere in particular. Just walking, thinking. Nothing to concern yourself with."

Ivar's lips curled upward. "Oh, but I am concerned. You've been wandering around quite a bit, haven't you?" He tilted his head. "Always out, always disappearing. I find that curious."

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow but kept his expression neutral. He had to. "What are you getting at?"

Ivar's smile tightened as he tapped his crutch against the floor. "Well, you left the Thing last night rather suddenly. Strange behavior, wouldn't you say?"

"Stop playing your games, Ivar," Hvitserk hissed. "Say what you mean."

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, lowering his gaze before whispering mockingly into Hvitserk's ear. "Sounds like I struck a nerve."

"You don't-"

"Are you even going to defend yourself, brother?" Ivar interrupted. "Do you have no excuse?"

He shrugged, but his gaze never left Ivar's. "I needed some air."

"You see, I might have believed that," Ivar mused, stepping back and pointing toward Hvitserk. "But then, as any good ruler would, I decided to be thorough. I sent one of my men to follow you."

Hvitserk's grip on the windowsill tightened. A rush of anger flared in his chest, but he swallowed it down. He couldn't react. Not now.

"You what?" he breathed. His upper lip twitched as he fought to keep his voice even.

"I sent someone to follow you," Ivar repeated, his grin widening as he leaned heavily on his crutch. He knew the power of the information he held, and how he said it almost playfully...it made Hvitserk's blood boil. "Imagine my surprise when I heard where you went. Or rather...to whom."

Hvitserk's mind raced, scrambling for an explanation, an excuse, or anything that could steer this conversation away from where it was heading. "I don't know what you think you know, Ivar, but-"

"Oh, don't bother lying to me, Hvitserk," Ivar interrupted, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "My man saw you go to her house. So tell me, what's so important about this woman?"

"She is no one," Hvitserk said quickly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. They felt like poison on his tongue.

Ivar hummed. "Is she? Because I find it fascinating that you've been visiting her. Day after day. Night after night. Almost like you...care about her."

Hvitserk met his brother's gaze. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I do," Ivar's tone darkened before he sighed, feigning disinterest. "But I get ahead of myself. You need a purpose, my dear brother. Other than this woman, you are idle...empty. I have found something to remedy that."

"What? How could I make myself...useful?" he asked, his lip twitching as his brother spoke of Eira like she was just a warm body in his bed. She was far from it.

Ivar shrugged. "You could leave Kattegat."

The twitch of Hvitserk's lip turned into a full curl at his brother's words. He couldn't leave Kattegat now. Not after everything. No. He wouldn't leave her.

"Go on a diplomatic trip to the great hall of King Olaf the Stout," Ivar continued. "Cement our alliance, help him prepare for our springtime attacks on York and Wessex."

Hvitserk straightened and pushed off the window sill. "And if I refuse? What if I don't want to leave Kattegat."

"I'm afraid you cannot refuse," Ivar replied slowly, his unsettling stark blue eyes staring into Hvitserk's. "Tell me of your woman, brother. She is a healer, yes?"

Hvitserk clenched his jaw but remained quiet, glancing away from Ivar's face. His silence told Ivar the answer, though.

"Eira Torsteinsdottir," Ivar drawled, tilting his head with a smirk. "The daughter of our father's friend...I wonder if he would approve of-"

"Enough," Hvitserk snapped. "What does she have to do with this?"

Any hope Ivar didn't know everything about her was dashed, and Hvitserk's stomach instantly began to churn with worry. The cat was out of the bag, and that only meant trouble.

"It would be a shame if something would happen to this Eira."

The words barely left Ivar's mouth before Hvitserk unsheathed his dagger and held it to Ivar's neck, his chest heaving. "You wouldn't dare do that, brother. Now would you?"

"No," Ivar chuckled and shook his head, unfazed by the weapon. "I wouldn't. Not if you agree to leave Kattegat first thing in the morning."

Hvitserk's grip tightened on the dagger. "Don't do this, Ivar."

"I don't want to," Ivar admitted as his grin returned. "But I will if I must."

Silence stretched between them, taut as a bowstring. Hvitserk could hear his heartbeat pounding in his skull.

Ivar leaned closer, unconcerned with the blade at his throat. "You'll go to King Olaf on my behalf, and you'll do exactly as I tell you. No questions, no hesitation. And if you do that... well, let's just say your little healer won't have to worry about any...," he hummed, "...unfortunate accidents."

Hvitserk's jaw clenched so tightly it ached, and his nails dug into the palm of his free hand as he fought the urge to slit Ivar's throat right there. He was cornered. He hated how easily Ivar manipulated him, hated the smug look on his brother's face as he wielded power over him, and, most of all, hated the thought of Eira being dragged into this mess because of him.

She'd already suffered enough because of them, already lost her brother, Arne, Randi...Runa. He couldn't let her suffer anymore.

With a frustrated growl, he yanked the dagger back and stepped away as anger coursed through his veins.

Ivar's grin widened. "Good. I knew you'd see reason."

Without another word, Ivar turned and hobbled away, leaving Hvitserk standing there, his body trembling with barely contained rage.

Ivar disappeared into his quarters and Hvitserk huffed, his thoughts immediately turning to Eira. He had tried so hard to keep her safe, to keep her out of Ivar's reach. And now, despite all his efforts, she was caught in the crossfire.

A few moments later, Ivar's smirk reappeared in the doorway to his chambers. "Oh. If you betray me, brother, she will pay the price...Happy travels."

Hvitserk's fists slammed against the windowsill as the door shut behind Ivar, the wood groaning under the force of his frustration. He couldn't stay here. Not now. The longhouse's walls felt like they were closing in, and he needed space to think. To breathe.

He couldn't go to Eira's.

So grabbing his cloak, he left the hall and headed toward the docks, his feet carrying him through the narrow streets of Kattegat. He stopped at the edge of the pier, the wooden planks creaking beneath his boots as he stared out at the endless expanse of the fjord. The water reflected the fiery hues of the setting sun, the sight as beautiful as it was indifferent to his turmoil.

Hvitserk let out a frustrated breath, his hands gripping the dock's railing until his knuckles turned white. He closed his eyes in an attempt to steady the whirlwind in his mind.

Ivar's words echoed in his ears.

"If you betray me, brother, she will pay the price."

He hated how easily Ivar could find and exploit the cracks in his armor. Hated how powerless he felt, always a step behind, always the pawn in Ivar's games. And now Eira was in danger because of him.

He didn't know how long he stood there, but eventually, his gaze lifted to the ships bobbing gently in the harbor. His mission to King Olaf loomed over him. He had agreed, but what was the right thing to do?

If he went along with Ivar's plan, he could protect Eira...for now. But if he used the opportunity to turn Olaf against Ivar, he might finally end his brother's reign of terror. It was a risk, though. A single misstep and Ivar would know. He would retaliate. Eira would suffer.

Her face came to mind. Hvitserk could picture her lips quirked in a wry smile as she teased him, challenged him. She deserved better than this. Better than him. Yet, he couldn't let her go...not now, and believed he would never be able to.

He turned his attention back to the ships. The path was clear: either he found a way to ensure Olaf's allegiance to overthrow Ivar, or he played the part of a dutiful brother and let the cycle continue. Either way, the stakes were unbearably high.

A faint sound behind him made him turn sharply, and his hand went instinctively to the hilt of his dagger. It was only a stray dog sniffing around some barrels. He exhaled slowly, forcing his muscles to relax.

Focus, Hvitserk.

Hvitserk shook his head, and as he stared at the horizon, a plan began solidifying in his mind. He would go to King Olaf and do as Ivar asked, but at the same time, he would plant the seeds of rebellion and build an alliance to bring his brother down.

And he would keep Eira safe. He wouldn't dare think otherwise.

But first, he needed to tell her of his departure. The mere thought of telling Eira twisted something deep within Hvitserk's chest. He had just told her he wouldn't leave unless he absolutely had to, and now he was.

How would she react?

Would it shatter everything they had built? The closeness that had begun to seep into his very bones? Would she understand? 

He had never been good with goodbyes, and he couldn't imagine how it would feel to see her face when she realized he was actually leaving. The truth was, the idea of being apart from her for even a short while left him feeling... hollow. He had finally acknowledged how much he needed her presence in his life, how much he had begun to rely on the calm she brought to his storm. 

Even as he walked up the steps to her door, he hesitated, wrestling with how much he should tell her. Should he tell her of Ivar's threat, of the real reason that he was leaving? And did she deserve to know his plans...his true plans, after she'd been the one prompting her to act for months? Or would it put her in more danger?

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[convxction]

ooc. Seems like it is partner day in Japan so happy partner day to y'all especially the mvps who tolerate my random shenanigans and weird "your thoughts" messages at weird times (probably your time since timezone is a thing and it is a bich sorry not sorry teehee)

To chrom's partners. I loaf you. So much. Like. How is it possible that you allowed your muses to partner up with guy? Idk I wouldn't --lies. Jk thanks guys. Shout out to Chris and Rebecca for digging up most random aus to write with Chrom AND WONDERFUL BIG HAPPY FAMILY YEHAW PAPA HUNTER MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH. Shout out to Shay and Takako for being the cutest deadly combo to me and krumb. Shout out to Zero and Lacie for destroying chrom's innocence (KEEP IT GOING PLEASE). Shout out to Konkon and Robin for not killing Chrom ...yet.thanks really he is idiot and he tots does not learn his lesson and he will not mind drinking poison if she made it cuz love does not ki--- *turns into a cat* Nyan ...~ Shout out to Bear and Eira for ....erm...um...ma'am.plessepleaspleasepleasepleasepleaeeonemorehugpleasepleasepleaseonemorekissplease jk no really ma'am have mercy on this man's soul he is puppy.how to fix this man's happy go lucky attitude and be more court responsible thanks Eira for berating him when needed mwah~ Shout out to Core and Robin for being good sports about everything I throw at them literally a lot of what if *insert angst awakening plot because I can* thanks for sending back angst then floof and seggs. Shout out to besties partners Isaac, Zech&Sora, Wylan, Bossboss, AND EMMERYN NEESAA EEEEE BUBZ THANKS FOR BIG SISTER MWAAAAAH ALSO SAINT KING BUDDY ALMONDEH! little sister Azalea!! And ofc princess rinae too~ seriously everyone thank you. If I didn't mention your name please forgive me I'm writing this at the speed of light so I can get back to ... correcting exams sobs. But I love y'all. Thank you for making me keep this blue man alive despite not having any awakening rpers and general interest in a blue man with sword lol. Yeeehaaawwwww DONT THINK I FORGOT YOU WARS EHEHEHEHEHEHEE WAAAARSSSS MMM WARS AKIRA GRAN EIGHT EMU ALL MINE MINE MINE MINE GEHEHEHEHEHE

Thanks guys!

[bahchestra]

Chiyuki Kuwayama Alterpack　❜

req by anon. enjoy!

＊　NAMES: Chiyuki, Chiyuu, Maia, Maiya, Mya, Eira, Freira, Ina, Madrona, Muse.

＊　PRONOUNS: She/Her, Sh♡/H♡r, Idoe/Idol, Sew/Sewn, Fleu/Fleur, Flo/Flower, Bloo/Bloom, Pae/Petal.

＊　TERMS: Feminine. ＊　AGE: 23. ＊　GENDER: Paragirl, Idolady, Flowercute, Emoticongender, Anlomeltic, Amoraroric, Gendersewn, Bigsisterian. ＊　SEXUALITY: Pansexual. ＊　TYPOLOGY: INFP 2w1. ＊　ROLES: Mother Figure, Caretaker. ＊　SOURCE: Chiyuki Kuwayama (Shinymas) ＊　SIGN-OFF: 🎤🌸 ＊　TITLES: Everyone's sister/mother, The sister/mother to all, The sisterly/motherly one, The idol, The popstar, Prn who shines on the stage, The one with a serene aura, Prn who has skilled fingers, Prns heavenly voice, The ALSTROEMERIA member, Prn who makes smiles bloom with prns performance. ＊　LIKES: Making cute accesories and plushies, performing, taking care of others, her unitmates, fashion. ＊　DISLKES: Talking about her true feelings. ＊　BIRTHDAY: April 15th. ＊　FRONT TRIGGERS: Idols, sewing, flower fields. ＊　TROPES: Team Mom, Cool Big Sis, Deredere.

[clockwork-freminet]

Freminet's Relationships!

PLATONIC

Lumine - Freminet (@viatrixtravels) - friends ★★★★☆ She is one of the very few people that Freminet feels completely safe around, not to mention how much he admires her abilities and kindness. But despite that, he's very intimidated by her. Due to how much he looks up to her and how willing she is to make him feel comfortable, there's always that voice in the back of his mind that creeps in to tell him that it's only a matter of time until he says something stupid that messes it all up, and she ends up disappointed in him.

Lyney - Freminet (@tis-i-lyney) - family ★★★★★ Let's be real, Freminet loves his siblings with all of his heart. He often sees himself as the antithesis to Lyney, and they have their arguments. But despite that, his brother means the world to him, and he's never held anything against him. He tends to have difficulty coming to Lyney with his grievances, however; which tends to be the main subject of their arguments. Both of them want the other to come to them with their troubles... but neither will come forth with their own.

Lynette - Freminet (@the-greatest-assistant) - family ★★★★★ Once again, a given. Freminet loves his sister just as much as he does his brother. Lynette often tries to comfort him when he feels inadequate and talks about how he's always the one they rely on whenever she accidentally breaks something. But even despite his sister's comforting words, Freminet wishes he could do more than just that.

Blaze - Freminet (@blaze-lightflame) - acquaintances ★★★☆☆ Freminet thinks Blaze is overall a kind and well-meaning girl. Although he still admittedly has trouble keeping up with her sometimes, he has no problems when he spends time with her, and she isn't necessarily overwhelming for him. He would love to hear her play the cello.

Sunny - Freminet (@sunny-outclaw) - strangers ★☆☆☆☆ No hard feelings! They've just never had a proper one-on-one conversation, and the only one they have had was when Sunny accidentally interrupted him at a bad moment and it ended very quickly. Besides that, they've only ever interacted by proxy of other people. Once again, however, he wouldn't be opposed to getting to know them more.

Eira - Freminet (@ask-eira-blanc) - friends ★★★☆☆ Eira was the one who got Freminet a brand new 'safety box' for him to hide in when his previous one was no longer viable, and he automatically respects her for that. Not only that, but she's also gone out of her way to comfort both him and his brother, Lyney, in the past. He greatly appreciates her, and wants to learn more about her as a person! She is absolutely on his mental list of options for people to go to if he's having a problem.

ROMANTIC (age-appropriate only) (The multiple characters in this section have a romance with Fremi in different "timelines", he doesn't have several partners at once)

Lyn - Freminet (@ask-lyn-n-estrella) - crush ★★★★★ DORKS DORKS DORKS DORKS DORKS. Something clicked within Freminet recently, and now, he feels much less anxious around Lyn than he did previously. He still overthinks and worries, but he no longer feels his throat close up when he tries to speak to him, and no longer worries about every little thing he says and every little action he takes. He feels genuinely comfortable when with Lyn, and he'll forever appreciate that.

Chunhua - Freminet (@ask-astris-celeste) - partner ★★★★★ Freminet greatly appreciates Chunhua's company. Not only does he feel totally comfortable and safe around him, but he also finds him reliable, and his mind rarely wanders with worry when speaking to him. He remembers the ball in Snezhnaya that Chun helped him pick out an outfit for, and where he later spent most of his time during the feast right by Chunhua's side very fondly.

(If you want to be added to this, let me know! Can only be added if our characters have interacted at least once. Doubles are allowed, since everyone portrays their muse differently. This will also be updated frequently with new RPs involving the muses listed, as Freminet's opinions on people can change! :3)

[dcviated]

Holiday fits/themes-

Raguna - Reindeer (red nose) Wylan - Christmas Tree Eira - Snowman Malkuth - Elf Diluc - Santa

[eiramuses]

Anyone else have a deltarune chapter 2 au that they never posted and now feel like they're on a ticking timer to get it posted before chapters 3&4 come out, even though the au isn't finished?

[seluniite-archived]

sometimes my meta and headcanons are like “here’s a 500+ word companion guide” and other times it’s like “eira hates fish.” and i love it when people love their muses so much they just toss out the tiniest, silliest little details that flesh them out in the long run. nothing about the creative process is unimportant. i will eat it all up.

idk where this is going i’m just having a moment.

[miidnighters]

👫 Eira and Flynn!

@fairytaletold | Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

In the DnD world, I feel like they get a small cabin? cottage? tinyhome? (idk what the right descriptor is lmao) on the edge of town because neither of them want to be too close to anyone else. 1.2 Flynn is the worst kind of NPC in this verse so he never really gets a job as such but I feel like he starts maybe making things like little wood carvings or something that he sells to bring some money in so he feels like he's contributing.

In modern verse, they live right in the middle of the city because it's easier for Eira to pickpocket, should she want to. I feel like in this verse they enjoy the conveniences of the city and wouldn't move away - or maybe only for a good reason.

In a verse where Flynn's sealskin gets repaired, he takes Eira swimming with him. He is so careful with her in the water but so playful, butting at her feet and legs and just generally showing off.

They probably have at least one kid, but like, later, when they're much more settled. Flynn worries that his blindness (even tho it's because he's a seal - could be passed down, but they have a kid who's the spitting image of Eira and as much mischief to boot.

[mads-weasley]

24. Fire and Ice

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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"See you later, Liv," Hvitserk called with a grin, his hand resting on the doorknob as he watched Eira gather her things and stuff them into her basket.

She sent him a wink, gesturing to Eira. "Walk her home for me, would you?"

The blonde opened her mouth to protest, but he beat her to it. "Sure."

He was going to anyway, but now he had an excuse to be close to her, to spend any time with her he could. Across the room, Eira felt a surprising warmth on her cheeks. He'd walked her home a million times, so why was this time any different?

Eira squeezed Liv's arm as she passed her. "Thanks for supper, Liv."

"Goodnight, Eira."

Hvitserk opened the for her and followed her out into the night. They walked side by side, their breaths puffing in the frigid air. Kattegat was quiet, the streets almost empty. Most people were warm inside their homes, leaving them to walk the icy roads.

"I think I still have some flour in my hair," Eira said, breaking the silence. She didn't look at him, but he heard the smirk in her voice.

Hvitserk glanced down at his chest where traces of white remained in the crevices of his vest. "You deserved it."

She quickly swatted his shoulder. "So did you."

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face as he chuckled softly. Eira couldn't help but join in, the falling snow muffling the soft sound of her laughter.

The lightness of it warmed him even as the icy wind whipped through his cloak.

"What made you come by tonight?" She asked.

Hvitserk took a breath, pushing out his lips slightly. "I just wanted to see Liv. I've been-"

"Busy," Eira finished for him. "I heard you earlier."

He nodded to himself, though he felt he wasn't being completely truthful. He'd not done anything important, anything of substance...other than spend time with Eira, of course. The tug to be near her was stronger than ever, and he found it hard to deny the growing feelings inside him.

"And you?"

Eira finally looked at him then. Their eyes met, and he saw the warmth in her gaze, the warmth he saw when she spoke of those she loved. "She invited me yesterday when I came by...well, invite isn't the right word. She said I was coming."

"She is something else," he mused absentmindedly, replaying her dramatic retelling of his childhood in his head. Among the hilarious stories, she'd reminded him of things he'd long since forgotten...

How he used to take care of others before himself. How his mother's anger always softened. How he and Ubbe used to tow Ivar and Sigurd around the town.

Who was he, now? What would that boy say about the man he was?

"I meant it, you know," Eira said softly, sparing him a quick glance. "What I said."

"What?"

"That I wish I'd known you before..."

"Before all this?" he finished, studying her face as she stared ahead. The soft glow of the passing torchlights flickered against her skin, illuminating the curve of her cheek, the slight part of her lips. Snowflakes settled in her hair and caught the light like tiny stars. 

She was beautiful in a way that made his chest tighten...made him feel like the world around them had quieted, just for this moment. He wasn't sure if she felt it too, but she must have sensed his eyes on her because she glanced at him.

She released a breath. "Yes." 

"I have a feeling you'd have gotten tired of me," he added, a split-second smile tugging at his lips while his gaze fell to his feet. "Believe it or not, I was worse as a child."

"I didn't think that was possible."

They walked on, their steps falling in time with each other's. As they turned the corner, Hvitserk slowed. His eyes flickered ahead, and his body tensed. Eira followed his gaze and spotted Arne speaking in hushed tones with two men. She recognized the men instantly—they were the same ones as before. 

She instinctively turned to continue, but before she could take another step, a hand gently closed around her wrist. Hvitserk pulled her back, stepping in close as his other hand came up slightly, signaling for her to stay quiet.

"Wait," he murmured.

Eira hesitated, glancing up at him, then back at Arne. The whole situation sent a prickle of unease down her spine. This was the second time she'd walked up on this...on whatever it was. 

They stayed in the shadows, half-hidden by the corner of the building, listening. Then...

Crack.

Hvitserk shifted his foot slightly, and a patch of ice crunched beneath his boot. The sound cut through the silence like a blade.

Arne and the men snapped their heads toward them.

In a swift motion, Hvitserk moved them back, pressing them against the nearest house. His hand flattened over her stomach protectively, holding her still. His own back pressed against the wooden wall beside her.

The feeling of his hand on her stomach lingered far longer than it should have. It wasn't like when he had caught her before, but the sensation still flooded her with that same strange, comforting warmth. 

But she couldn't let herself linger on it—not with everything else unraveling.

Arne and the men muttered something, looking around suspiciously before deciding it was nothing. After another moment, their conversation resumed.

Eira tried to listen over the thudding of her heartbeat in her ears. She only caught bits and pieces.

"—almost ready—"

"—we need more weapons—"

She felt Hvitserk shift slightly beside her. He'd heard it too.

It was happening.

Eira hated the fact that her hunch from before was right. She had known, deep down, that the last time wasn't just some harmless meeting about trade routes. She hadn't wanted to believe it, but now, the truth was staring her in the face. And it made her stomach churn. It was all coming to a head, and Arne... Arne was involved.

She had asked him, confronted him, but he'd lied to her. And now, here it was. The truth she'd been dreading. 

Hvitserk's hand remained there for a little longer before he let it drop. He exhaled and pushed off the wall. Eira took a step away, brushing her hands over her cloak.

They stood in silence for a moment before she turned toward him, his eyes scanning her face. Hvitserk saw it immediately: how her brows weren't raised in surprise, how she wasn't chewing on her cheek.

"You knew." It wasn't a question.

Eira didn't answer right away. She crossed her arms, one gripping her sleeve while the other held her basket. "I didn't know for sure."

Hvitserk let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Eira..."

She met his gaze.

"Is that who you told me about? The friend?"

Her throat tightened. "Yes."

Hvitserk pressed his lips together, looking away. "Eira, what he's doing—" He exhaled. "You know what will happen when they get caught."

"What if they don't?" she challenged, taking a step closer. "What if they actually do it?"

"I know my brother," he said, his voice rough. "They won't."

She felt it then...the slow, burning frustration bubbling up in her chest, spreading through her ribs like a fire she could no longer contain. The same fire from the first time they'd met.

It wasn't just about Arne. It wasn't just about the risks.

It was everything.

"At least he's doing something, Hvitserk! We can't keep living like this!"

"You think I don't know that?" His voice was harder now, his own frustration rising.

"You talk about how badly he treats you, but you don't do anything about it!"

Hvitserk let out a dry, humorless chuckle, tilting his head. "What would you have me do, Eira? Tell me." He took a step toward her, his presence suddenly there in a way she'd never seen. "Do you want me to kill him? Kill my brother?"

Eira's anger flickered, but only for a moment.

"That's not what I said."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Anything!" she burst out, hands trembling at her sides. "Do something!"

Hvitserk just looked at her. She hated that look...the one that told her he wanted to, the one that told her he couldn't.

"There are better ways than this," he said finally, voice softer but no less intense. "This...whatever it is, it's going to get people killed, Eira. I don't want you to—"

"I don't care what happens to me," she cut in, shaking her head.

Hvitserk's expression darkened. "I care, Eira!"

Her breath stilled, and her heart pounded so hard she thought he might hear it.

Hvitserk ran a hand over his face as he exhaled roughly. "I care what happens to you," he repeated, quieter this time.

Eira swallowed, staring at him, suddenly unable to form words. The intensity in his eyes was suffocating. The vulnerability in them was worse.

Then came another challenge, one that mirrored the one at the docks. "Then do something about it," she mumbled, barely audible over the wind cutting through the air. 

Hvitserk opened his mouth, but no words came. His fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to reach for her...to stop her...but something held him back. His chest rose and fell with a sharp inhale, his breath clouding in the freezing air between them.

Eira saw it. She saw the struggle in his eyes: his hesitation and fear. But it wasn't enough. Not anymore.

The silence stretched out suffocatingly. He wasn't going to act. She knew that now, even without him saying it.

And that hurt more than anything.

She turned away from him, not sparing him another glance, her chest rising and falling faster as her emotions started to overtake her. Eira didn't need to see him, didn't need to hear him, because all the answers were already there, hanging in the air between them.

"Where are you going?" His voice was softer now, but she could hear the concern under it.

"Where do you think?" Eira didn't pause, her words clipped as she kept walking.

She shoved her door open harder than necessary, the wood slamming against the frame and echoing through the quiet night. Eira stood just inside. The emotions roiled within her...anger, yes, but there was something else. Something deeper.

She had felt it: his care, his hesitation, his unwillingness to act...and now all of it was like a knot in her throat as it choked her thoughts. She couldn't ignore it anymore, couldn't pretend it didn't matter. It wasn't just about what was happening outside, in the streets. It was about them.

He cared. She knew it for sure now, but it wasn't enough. Not when it felt like nothing was going to change.

She rubbed her face with a sharp breath, but it didn't help. The frustration still burned, and it wasn't just for the people of Kattegat anymore. It was for everything. It was for him. And it was for herself.

What did she want? What was she even doing?

She wasn't sure anymore, and that thought left her more unsettled than anything else.

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Send 💍 and I'll share a canon I ship/want to ship my OC with.

Okay! Here we go.

Eira - Honestly, I never really thought about it much for Eira. There's just not a lot of male canon characters I could see her being with. Most of the ones I can think of she'd just see as friends or colleagues. Though maybe her and Flynt could have an interesting dynamic. And they both like music.

Laurel - Easy! May Marigold. Every time I think about their dynamic I can't help but picture how cute it would be.

I also did have a ship with her and Ren once back on the old blog and it was super cute.

Midnight - Honestly she's had her eye on Yang for a bit.

Myrtle - Marrow! They're both somewhat awkward and adorable. And their ship is called Sheepdog

Nera - Hahahaha! Oh boy. Anyone who's followed me for a long time knows that I heavily ship Nera and Ironwood. The dynamics they can have are just *chefs kiss*.

Buuuut if I had to pick someone I haven't shipped her with yet? Maybe Robyn. A rivals or enemies to lovers type of deal.

I have also done a ship with her and Qrow. That one was fun.