#eir thoughts

[broomsick]

I know I’ve mentioned this before so I might be repeating myself here, but it is such a privileged to worship Eir. She has blessed me and my loved ones more than I can say, with the gift of good health. I’m sorry to say I’ve never really dedicated anything major to her, only ever making the simple offering every once in a while. But I’ve prayed to her sincerely, almost embarrassed that I’d not devoted more time to her and yet, she answers every single time. Almost systematically, she helps and blesses with kindness beyond words.

She is proof that sincerity and love go a long way when it comes to deity work. Offerings don’t work like currency, they don’t need to be grand in order to be sincere. And I think prayer works like asking for help: not demanding, but asking, makes a world of difference.

[moe-broey]

Got any body type/anatomy thoughts? FEH has very little in the way of body type variation and I personally like reading that as an open invitation to get silly with it.

OKAOKAYOKAY!!!!!!!! I MIGHT. Have gathered everything.... but I have SOOOOOOO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS bc you're absolutely right!!!!! It's like a canvas to me...

I have a few directions I take with it! My main one, is to extrapolate features that may be present in the canon design. Taking them Further. I'm so sorry to do this but he is the epitome of this for me, GUSTAV JUMPSCARE 😨😨😨😨😰😰😰

But this is what I mean! I see canon Gustav has a full beard, is big and muscular. Okay. In my mind's eye, that translates to Big Hefty Heavyset type of muscular builds that are more realistic than the 6 pack bulging muscles (that require a lot of prep/dehydration to Look Like That). Also, hairy. Which is why, to fully demonstrate this, he's.... I don't know what he's doing here. This was psychologically taxing on me, but then I reminded myself I Am An Artist and I Hate America. 🫡🧍

Sometimes, if a character fits a certain archetype, I might put a few personal touches into them... mom/mom-like characters who REALLY embody the Doting Caretaker archetype often get the same body type as my own mother. A little honorary thing... though I do wanna be careful as to not restrict a specific body type (esp fat bodies) to specifically stereotypes (aka "mom bod"). Also, a comparison to Sharena! They do share similarities! Henriette's face looks familiar though... and not quite in the way Sharena's does.

Another focal reason I started off w Gustav though, is the second biggest thing I'm Always Thinking About when it comes to character's body types. Which is, Telling A Story.

I've had.... SO many oddly specific hcs about Alfonse...... for So Long..... one of them that's always in the back of my mind is him being at different weights during specific periods of his life. That, for the majority of it/esp his youth, he was almost waifish. He only starts looking healthier when he's out from under his parents' (COUGH gustavCOUGH) thumb (but let's be real, Henriette can be EXTREMELY stressful too... opposite end of the spectrum about it).

Another example of Telling A Story though. Sometimes I trans characters just for funsies and it has no real bearing on anything. OTHER times... my trans headcanons are integral to specific lore beats in my elaborate inner world. ENTER. BRUNO

These are actually from a bit ago I was gonna hold off on posting til I felt I had everything together, BUT. BUT. It's extremely relevant!

In the beginning, I often asked myself, "Why doesn't ANY of the Askr trio recognize Bruno as Zacharias?" MY ANSWER. Is that he looked quite different!!!! In tandem with my silly hcs for him, I feel that Bruno is someone who must care a lot about his appearance. About Looking masculine. I think he's been out as a man by the time he joins the Order, but is early on in his transition (by whatever means that manifests in w ✨ Magic ✨ and shit!!). I think he passes, but definitely Looked Different. Give him More Muscle and a haircut and an even more noticeable voice drop and top surgery he dramatically shows off at every opportunity and a mask that conceals his big beautiful brown eyes with fluttery soft eyelashes and like. Who Is That Mysterious Man...... in that Damnable Mask.........

Okay. Let's back up a minute. What do you mean Lif got mysteriously taller. What does that even mean. I can grant him gaining more weight/muscle, but, Taller???? At his grown up age....?? Well.

Hel's memory of the mortals she claims isn't so good, apparently.... (Eir obviously can't tell anything by the nearly all rotted away bones, but the scraggly long hair is giving her pause...) (also is it the King Hel is thinking of in the first place....? Eir isn't going to ask.)

At this point, I definitely could feel myself getting distracted and decided to just art dump a handful of charas I have strong visions for.

Here, you also see The Secret Third Option of body type design philosophy -- which is. If the design itself isn't giving me a lot to work with. I just do my own thang LMFAOOO 😅 I think Anna def fell into that category for me... where a lot of the story/lore I added for her was purely hc territory, and I went from there. She's broad, tall, muscular, top heavy, but still kinda thin and knobby. Aerodynamic, perhaps....

Sometimes, characters are a combination of these things though... like Mirabilis definitely being a combo of qualities, having personal touches, storytelling elements to her, and doing my own thing for funsies! More about the fairies overall -- I think they all ended up having their basic needs met and were even granted dreams/desires for themselves after becoming Alfar (like becoming exactly as you see yourself, or how you wish to be... which unfortunately only goes so far, can't fully undo the damage done to Mira, but. It's free transition for Triandra, is what I'm getting at LMFAOOO). Which is why each of them did fill out more to varying degrees (again, Mira suffering the most long-term effects from her mortal life, and Triandra, already having an idea/concept of herself at the age she drank the nectar, being able to transition). I have specific human design concepts for them too, that look A Bit different than their fairy designs.... but. I'm still working on that 🧍

Eir is def a storytelling one. When it comes to Alfonse's scrawniness, he was just stressed out so bad it took a physical toll. I don't think there was ever any food restriction (or, if there was, it was a rare occasion/used as a punishment). For Eir, I think something like that would make sense for her though.... lack of access, and frequent meticulously purposeful elaborate abuse from Hel. Eir still looks like you could break her in half, but she does look a lot healthier since her stay in Askr. Another note, though I ran out of space... maybe Ymir looks more like Eir than Hel does. I wonder why that could be....

AND. BACK TO THE START. Extrapolating on canon design elements! If you're going to present me a female chara with big honking bazongas, I'm going to make her fat. Or at very least, Carry Some Weight, like Plumeria does (in that full figured curvy way!). And ESP. ESPPPPPP FOR SEIDR AND GULLVEIG. Where Gullveig has Various Lines about "Oh... I don't know how well these old clothes fit me anymore..." (paraphrasing/off memory I feel like she says something like this Multiple Times). Like. Okay. Well I took that personally. I also just like the idea of her changing over time... always having a chubbier build, but it just keeps going as she keeps growing and changing.

In putting this into words, I'm finding a common thread seems to be weight gain as a sign that someone is being taken care of... for Gullveig, I think it's just a purely neutral change over the course of her life. In Lif's case....... some sort of mix up occurred. I can see Alfonse taking more after Gustav naturally, too, as he gets older though!

One final thought is just, is there a fun little detail I can include? Like giving Seidr and the Seidrs a snake-like face? Doubling as something so cutes and something Intimidating? IT WILL BE DONE. Also Need to get to coloring an illust of Gullveig one day..... the golden stretch marks are soooo cool in my mind's eye...... also just. One Million Piercings. Also as characterization/storytelling. A lack thereof is storytelling, as well.... to me..... ALSO!!!!! SHAPE LANGUAGE!!!!!! I'M SUCH A SHAPE LANGUAGE BITCH!!!!!!!!!

I HOPE. THIS ANSWER FINDS YOU WELL 🫡

[blood-orange-juice]

I miss Ireland so much :/

why can't I just live in the country I love. why is the world so complicated

[ellalalala]

I got bored and made Eir and Dottore on neka cc + picrew. Help

[countlessofvoids]

Chat would it be a good idea to get one of these tattooed?

[ask-meowscarada]

(primordial-blessings) "I couldn't help but overhear," Eir approaches Charade. "You have a hidden fairy typing? Is this something in addition to being grass and dark? Or how exactly does that work? I mean, I'm actually part fairy myself and that's not the norm so I can't help but be intrigued!"

Charade: "For me, my ability is Protean, so I can change into my Hidden Type just by using a Fairy-type move! I've seen my friends change into their Hidden Types without using Tera Crystals—we don't have those in Floria—but we haven't figured out why it only happens sometimes."

Charade: "But your actual type type is Fairy? Because I'm still Grass and Dark, normally! You must be ultra special! How come you're like that?"

---

(( Mini mod note: the whole "Hidden Type" thing is purely headcanon based on how the games have handled Pokémon types throughout the series, so feel free to use this idea for yourself! ))

[princesscallyie]

Bio hasn’t even dropped yet and I can already imagine people flooding your DMs with Eirenelas love requests lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hopefully, that would give me more excuses to draw him in different scenarios. Trying not to be biased but… he’s hot idk lol

[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 29

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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"Just lie back on the table and try not to fight."

The words sounded so easy when spoken in Eir's emotionless voice. In actuality, it was excruciatingly hard for Loki to do. His mind, the one thing he relied on more than any other, was about to be invaded. Every instinct within him screamed for him to resist. Instead, he took a deep breath and lowered his mental shields.

"You are doing wonderfully, my son," Frigga praised, her cool hands making spirals on his forehead.

Was it a weakness that her praise had a calming effect on him? Loki had always craved her approval. Over the centuries he had learned the hard way that Odin was never going grant much if any of his, but his mother was different. She would give voice to pride in her younger son along with her elder. He held those memories close, knowing that even if she did not always take his side, at least she saw something worthwhile in him. Before he had met Caroline, that had been a novel occurrence.

Caroline. He had dreamt of her last night. Enticing visions of her lying beside him, their bodies sliding against each other as she let out breathy sighs of desire that formed his name. Loki knew that he had experienced such exquisite moments with her in reality. If this procedure helped him to recall them, it would be worth it.

Gradually his mind began to grow hazy, and he found himself unable to follow a thought through. Giving up on trying, he summoned one image to use as his touchstone. Caroline's eyes, deep and understanding, filled with a warm light of love that against all understanding seemed to be for him.

***

Caroline had desperately wanted to be in the room as Eir and Frigga worked to restore Loki's lost memories. Not only was she afraid of what might happen as he lay on the table, but she knew that Loki himself wanted her to stay. While he would never admit it, but his eyes had implored her, a small flicker of fear that she knew he would show to no one else had flashed as he glanced wordlessly at her.

"Absolutely not," Eir had decreed. "It will be a hard enough needle to thread without the distraction of your emotional energy clouding up the ether."

Caroline had opened her mouth to argue, but Frigga had taken her hand.

"You have brought him this far, my dear," Loki's mother had said. "Trust me to get him the rest of the way home to you."

"It is alright, min kjaereste," Loki assured her. "I will not let anything keep me from you."

And so she was waiting, helpless to do anything but fret, in a nearby room with the other members of his dysfunctional family. Thor paced the length of the space, tossing his hammer continuously as if longing for an enemy to fight for distraction. Odin, disapproval radiating off of him in waves, glowered out of a window, fists clenched into balls on the sill. It was not an atmosphere to make the worry she was feeling any less, and for a moment Caroline contemplated screaming just to break the tension.

"This is a mistake," Odin muttered, sparing her the need by giving her a cause to champion.

"I disagree."

She had tried, really she had. She knew that antagonizing Odin, the supreme ruler of Asgard and AllFather of the Nine Realms was not the wisest or safest thing to do. She also knew that it was not at all professional. But Loki and his family drama had long since moved to a personal matter for her. This man, or God, or whatever he considered himself to be had done unspeakable emotional damage to the one she loved, and now he had the audacity to act like they were imposing on him simply because his son wanted a piece of his life back.

"You have made your opinion abundantly clear, Doctor Thorpe," Odin glared at her with his one eye.

"I understand your feelings, Father," Thor chimed in, halting his pacing to look at his father with worshipful eyes.

"You do?" Caroline asked, wondering how Thor could love Loki and agree with his father.

"Of course. As you have said, Loki was bound to find out about his heritage again ere long. This time, we would be on hand to help him through it. I am no longer banished, and Father has recovered from the Odin Sleep. When Loki was told the truth, we could show him our support and love. That way he would never have to fear that we would turn on him simply for being himself."

It was a beautiful sentiment, and Caroline felt herself warming to Thor for having said it. Despite his lifetime of conditioning in this muscle-bound realm to worship brute strength and scorned difference, it was clear that at heart he loved his brother. She only wished that she could believe Odin's motives were as pure as his eldest son believed them to be.

"Is that the reason?" she asked Odin, daring him to answer.

"I need not explain myself to you," he snapped at her.

"To me, perhaps not. But don't you owe your son the truth? The son that is actually your own that is, since it is clear that you don't believe you owe it to Loki."

"Loki is my son," Odin shot back, banging his scepter on the stone floor hard enough to leave a dent.

"You have strange ways of showing it."

"What do you know of it? Were you a witness to his raising? No, your pathetic little life had not even become a spark of an idea."

"I know that you don't appreciate or encourage him. I know that you withhold affection and treat him like an embarrassment rather than a child you love."

"I do love Loki," Odin snarled. "It would be easier if I did not."

"Father, you don't mean that."

"You have no idea what it has been like," Odin seethed, ignoring Thor. "All that time, waiting for his true nature to emerge. Wondering just when the first bestial signs would begin to break through cultivation of his civilized side that Frigga and I tried to instill in him. Have you ever met a Frost Giant, Doctor? Besides Loki I mean."

"No," she was forced to admit.

"They are towering monsters, creatures from nightmares complete with fangs, claws, and red glowing eyes. Their very touch burns the skin with how cold it is. Duplicity runs icy through their veins where hot blood should flow. Perhaps if you had experienced them for yourself, you would not be so quick to wish your lover to become one."

"He is one," she corrected. "At least in part."

"And I could never forget that, nor should you. You find him handsome, I suppose. He has always known how to present himself so as to be nonthreatening. Even as an infant, he sensed that my people would not accept him blue and ruby-eyed. As I held him, his appearance altered, changing to a rosy faced babe, perfectly formed in every way. But I know what lurks under the skin. He is the son of the enemy of our people."

"But Loki himself is not our enemy," Thor was quick to add.

"Not yet," Odin said grimly. "But we do not know how long that will last. You say I should have encouraged him more. In what way? Should I have reveled that he was growing strong in magic, knowing that any spell he mastered could be used against Asgard? Should I have cheered when he used that magic to win at battles, when I was all too aware that it was his Jotun blood prompting him to value guile rather than skill? For centuries I held a ticking bomb to my bosom, and you want to know why I didn't rejoice to see it become more lethal? Why I might have resented it even more for the place he had in my heart?"

"I wonder if you have a heart at all," she said quietly.

"Why did you do it then?" it was Thor, asking the question at the heart of it all. "Why did you take him as a baby?"

"I told you he was a beautiful child. Sweet, playful. Your mother had wanted another, for you to have a brother or sister, but the Norns had not seen fit to give us one. I knew beyond a doubt that she would love him, and there was that in Loki that spoke to my heart as well. I thought perhaps this was their way of making amends."

"Was that the only reason?" Caroline challenged, thinking of Loki's theory that Odin intended him for the throne of Jotunheim.

"There was a chance that he could have helped build a bridge between the Jotuns and our people," Odin admitted after a moment where he pinned her with his gaze. "Laufey could not live forever. There is a rival clan that has always wanted to take the throne for themselves. I had hoped that in time a match could be made between a princess of that clan, Angrboda, and Loki. That if he was raised to hold Asgardian principles and traditions, he might bring the frozen realm into the modern world as an ally. A King of Jotunheim equal parts Aesir and Jotun, kin to the King of Asgard, might have guaranteed peace."

"We were both born to be kings," Thor said quietly, clearly quoting his father.

"Unfortunately, Loki refused to conform to the ways of Asgard," Odin went on, ignoring his son. "Despite all of our efforts, he still insisted on going his own way. He kept secrets, played tricks, and trusted no one but himself. For all I knew, he might have used the Jotunheim as a base from which to attack Asgard and seize control of the Nine Realms. I realized I could not risk raising him to power."

"How could he have ever learned to trust when he was shown none?" Caroline asked, feeling sad for her love. "So, when you were unable to turn him into a good little soldier for Asgard, you abandoned your plans and all of your use for him."

"We raised him as our own! We cared for him, sheltered him, taught him. I am not a monster, girl. I do not want Loki to fail, I just am not surprised when he does. I wish I could have said what he needed to hear on the bridge. I grieved when he fell into the abyss. It pains me to know that he was tortured. But I know what he is, and the safety of my realm must come before all else, even my child."

"You never gave him a chance," Caroline felt tired and worn down by the stubborn refusal in Odin to see the flaws in his logic.

"I saw the truth for what it was," Odin insisted. "Loki is Jotun, despite our love and good intentions. But how does it help him to know this? Look at the last year of his life - it has been one disaster after another, all beginning when he discovered the secret. Why make him continue that painful trajectory? Do you think a handful of years with you is adequate compensation for forcing him into an eternal life of despair and agony?"

"He will find out anyway," she insisted.

"You don't know that! For centuries we kept it hidden. The Jotun were banned from Asgard, and it was treason for any our people to visit their world without my explicit consent. I saw to it that he had no interaction with them, no reason to put together the pieces."

"That was why you were so angry," Thor gasped, stepping towards his father. "Why you banished me."

"You brought your brother to the Jotunheim!" Odin's anger thrummed through his voice. "I had made it clear that it was the one law you must not break, and you defied me! Laufey had poisoned enough people I cared for, and you let him drip his venom into your brother."

"So, I set all of this in motion," Thor sounded anguished.

"No, your father did," Caroline argued. The last thing they needed was for Thor to spiral into self-recrimination. "He's the one who took Loki. And from what he has told me, Loki was in communications with the Ice Giants even before that when he let them into Asgard during the coronation. So you see, all of your careful planning was for nothing. Loki still found out, and he would again even if we did not reset his mind."

"Odin, Son of Bor!" The door slammed open and Frigga, looking every inch the warrior goddess of myth stormed into the room. "We need to have a conversation. Now."

***

The image of Caroline's eyes held in Loki's mind, deep and compassionate. Slowly, his focus narrowed, white disappearing, followed by the ever shifting color of her iris, until all that remained was a sea of black.

He was lost in it. Only that black, empty and timeless, remained. It was a void. Nothingness and everything all at once.

"You are not lost, Loki," he heard a soft voice speak into the darkness. "You found your way out once, all alone. You can do so now as well. Follow my voice. I will not let you go."

It was true, he did know the way out. He was reluctant to take it though. He knew that way lay pain beyond enduring.

"There is also love," the voice whispered. "Let the hope of that pull you through. We will do our best to shield you from the worst of the pain."

He considered ignoring the voice, just settling for the oblivion of nothingness, but his nature would not allow it in the end. He was too inquisitive, too restless to rest idle for eternity. He focused on the invisible voice, let himself move towards where he thought it called from.

A series of events flashed in his consciousness. It was not love, this series of couplings and other indulgences, but for a time it seemed to numb a bit of the hurt, of the isolation he had experienced in the void. All too soon though, that dread feeling of isolation returned, worse each time he walked away from an unsatisfactory encounter.

"Oh my son," the sadness in the words echoed the sadness inside of him.

The scenes shifted, he was no longer seeking pleasure. Instead, a miasma of fear and pain surrounded him. It burned and froze all at once. He could not endure it. The terror struck at his mind, his soul, leaving no part of him unscathed as it sought to drive him mad and break him to his core.

"You are safe, Loki. I will not let them hurt you again. Forget this. Forget the pain, the anguish. Remember the events, but let the memory be distant, as if from a dream you have awakened to find is not real."

Desperately he followed the loving voice, climbing out of the depths of anger, self-hatred, fear, and agony. He was flying over it all now. Observing it from a great distance, as though watching a play from the top row of a massive theater. An actor dressed in his clothing emerged, beaten and compromised, golden scepter clutched in his hand. As the performer danced through Midgard, battling with his brother and assorted mortals, Loki could catch glimpses of himself, struggling to break the strings of the one making him dance. It was almost entertaining, seeing himself find ways around his would be master.

It was less entertaining when he felt himself crash, with bone jarring immediacy onto a solid marble floor. Over and over again, a large hulking beast flung him about, no reverence given for his Godly form. Pain jolted through him, real and all too present.

"I am sorry, my dear. From here you will feel it all. The good and the bad."

It was bad for some time. The humiliation of losing, a crushing blow despite the fact that he would not have wanted to win. The taunts and threats of lowly humans trying to make him as small as they were. The knowledge that he had been used, had his will subverted by another, even with the use of the Mind Stone, cut him to the quick.

"You resisted more than most could have," he heard. "You survived and kept a part of your mind your own."

It was meant to be comforting he knew, but he held himself to higher standards. The him that he was now agreed, sitting in a jail and longing for death. He saw that now. He had been eager to leave the world of the living and end the misery that was his existence.

"Just a few moments more, Loki."

A bright light. Not in the normal sense, not seen. Felt. A wave of sunlight in an unlit room. A voice, musical and clear as a bell. A touch that gentled rather than cut. Water for a sere soul.

He tried to taunt her, to drive her away. He tried to bring her closer at the same time.

She smiled, and her eyes smiled into his. She listened, listened to all of the things he said and even more to the things he omitted. The soft wings of her aura wrapped around him and held him close, balm for the scabs that still covered unhealed wounds. She freed him, from his jailors and from his own mind.

Snow, fire, laughter, sustenance, beauty. Beauty of sound, of sight, of taste. Acceptance of every part of him. He worshiped her and discovered that it could be even more fulfilling than being worshipped.

He did not want to share her light, her laughter, but grudgingly accepted that he could not be the total sum of her world. Cautiously, he opened the door to others. His brother, loved despite fear. His enemy, more alike than he would have ever guessed.

She thought he could be a hero. He knew she was wrong, he was not the stuff of saviors, but for her he was willing to try. Her bravery inspired even as it terrified him.

The terror was justified. She was gone, drowning in the same horror that had left him a shattered remnant of himself. He could not, would not allow it. Her light was too important to be extinguished.

He dove.

"Oh, my brave son. What a source of pride you are to me. Now I fear, we have to go back. Hold on and follow me."

He didn't want to leave her, but the pain was too profound to stay. He was whirling back now. Past the snowy woods where she spoke of Giants and beauty. Past the doomed invasion where he sabotaged his own success, past the terror and torture of the cage, blessedly out of full sight, and past the void when he had been born.

He was in a different snow now, much colder and harsher without her warmth. A hand that should have burned away his flesh grabbed his arm and turned it blue. Panic welled inside him a fear long suppressed rising up to the surface.

His brother, the one constant in his life, was ripped away before his eyes. His fault perhaps, but not his intention. He had meant to delay, not to separate.

A box glowing the same blue as his arm had turned. As his body turned when he grasped it. His father, but not his father, confronting him. Words shouted in anger, in horror. How could it be? Why was it his fate?

"Remember the beauty," the voice in his head directed. "Remember what she showed you. The music, the art, the love."

Slowly he began to calm down. Images continued to swirl, shameful scenes of deceiving is brother, concealing his true goals. He had been so afraid. Afraid of what he was, of what he might become, of who they might see him as. He saw himself as a monster, but was that all he was? He had been shown a light, a love, beauty and peace. Could that be a part of his heritage as well? Were such things allowed?

He barely watched the rest, so caught was he in this thought. His make up was more than just that of a monster. He didn't understand.

He was spiraling back once more, through centuries of life. Many disappointments, hard won victories, some joys sprinkled in.

"Eir, what are you doing? This is not among the lost."

"Trust me, AllMother," a new voice, hard and distant, spoke.

He could barely form a thought. His world consisted of eating, sleeping, and the pale, green eyed woman who looked down on him, dark hair falling around her face.

"My darling son," she whispered in a voice he recognized though he had never heard in his waking life. "My little Loki. I wish I could stay with you, but my time among the living is at an end. Carry my love with you where ever your path takes you."

"Volla!"

The voice that had been guiding him was suddenly stripped of the soothing calm. In its place was a new emotion, raw and pained. Loki wanted to question it, but he was so tired, and all he could do was let sleep, blessed and cursed all at once, wash over him.

* Volla, also referred to as Folla, was a sister and handmaiden to Frigga in Norse mythology and known as the Goddess of Secrets.

So, this chapter took forever to write. I am still not quite sure how I feel about it, but it mostly does what I hoped for, I think? Let me know your thoughts!

[vinyls-and-valentines]

Hm. There appears to be a ghost AU cooking in my brain right now. Unfortunate

[wizardnaturalist]

fully thought echemin was reets grandparent for a solid ⅔ of the book 🧍

[idyllic-musings]

🌹| eir thoughts.

they are chronically in pain and frequently experience migraines and other inexplicable body pains. this has been going on since before the cataclysm, but has only gotten increasingly more difficult to manage as the years have gone on. celestia's curse has greatly contributed to the decline of their physical state.

if they are ever in such severe pain that their ability to function has deteriorated, their go-to person is baizhu because (1) he would literally never hurt them or take advantage of their vulnerability, and (2), he is experienced enough to help them recover effectively.

eir basically adopted kaeya the second they got him to open up about his history. "oh? your bio father abandoned you and your adoptive father died? well, that's fine. you're my son now. don't worry about it, hon. i've got you now." kaeya is honestly... very endeared by their behavior. they also treat diluc this way, but to a lesser extent.

eir, obviously, does not get along with any of the seven, but has a sort of vendetta against venti in particular. they are rarely in mondstadt for this reason, though when they do go, they avoid the bard like the plague and refuse to interact with him for any reason. the people of mondstadt believe this is simply because of his poor drinking habits. those who are aware of his identity sometimes wonder if it's deeper than that.

the traveler would initially perceive eir as a villain or some kind of villain-aligned person, because they would be with la signora when she takes his gnosis. this perception will quickly be proven wrong. it's literally just that la signora is one of their dearest companions, if not their most treasured friend, so they like to accompany her whenever they can. also they don't like venti. have i made that clear enough yet LMAOO

(^ venti, interestingly enough, does not hate eir in any way and believes that their rage is completely justified. if anything... he feels bad, though it isn't clear as to why he feels that way. he refuses to talk about it.)

eir's right arm is slightly weaker than their left arm because of an old nerve injury.

they won't enter places of worship. they are respectful enough, despite their bitterness, to not defile places considered sacred with their inherently sacrilegious presence. this does include the mondstadt cathedral--if mondstadters need their healing expertise, anyone they agree to treat needs to be treated outside of the cathedral. this has led to some especially religious folks refusing their help.

eir has a niece who turned into a hilichurl. they know they'll have to let her go one day; the poor child can't handle such a long life like they can, but... the thought scares them.

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Getting some very Cisn't thoughts and they're WAY stronger than usual..?

[gh0stn3lius]

Women ARE my favourite guy

[toastsnaffler]

IN OTHER NEWS I FINISHED TRANSLATION STATE LAST NIGHT the ending had me sobbing not bc it's sad at all but WAAAAA

[minarcana]

not me realizing once again i have completely misread a characters name

i feel like at this point i should add a warning I Apparently Cant Fucking Read to my info DSFBFG i dont know why ffxiv gets me really bad with the dyslexia when it hasnt happened the entire time ive been writing in the fate fandom, ffxiv names are just like “you WILL simply invent new positions for the letter i to be in”. i am so sorry if i do this to your muse.