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brittanyslibrary · 3 years

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Small Victories ➤ Levi Ackerman

Summary: The special training course you opted into was fast paced, exhausting, and downright brutal. Even so, you were determined to become a sorely needed field medic for the Survey Corps, knowing it would most likely lead to your demise.

You couldn’t lie, a part of you also just wanted to prove to Captain Levi that you were far more than just Titan bait…

You knew, going into this, you’d be on the front lines. Commander Erwin had informed you the day he went over your file that you would be stationed close to the Special Ops squad; where you were needed most.

You knew that, and yet, as you watched a soldier’s flailing legs disappear into the 10 meter’s mouth, heard his deafening screams piercing the humid air, smelled the irony scent of blood, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d been in over your head.

Perhaps Captain Levi had been right about you.

“All you medic types are the same,” he’d told you the first time he’d ever met you. “Self sacrificial, stubborn, and fucking stupid”

It was then that you decided you would prove him wrong.

You leaned over a fallen comrade, clinging to life despite the gaping chunk taken out of his thigh. He couldn’t have been older than seventeen, openly weeping for his mother as his body trembled.

I can’t leave him, I can’t leave him, I can’t leave him.

The rumbling of titan footsteps shook the ground beneath you, but you knew you’d lose your nerve if you turned to look at them ambling towards you. So, you opted to keep your face set as your hands worked on instinct.

His eyes were wide and pleading as he searched your immediate surroundings for any sign of the Special Ops Squad. You’d been separated from them when you saw the kid, amidst all the chaos, nearly lose his entire leg to a four meter titan.

You were grateful they’d taught you how to slay the ugly bastards, but you could hardly perform your medical duties while killing the titans that were heading straight for you.

And if you didn’t stop the bleeding soon….

“You’re alright, you’re gonna be fine,” your assurances left your lips like a mantra while you wound thick, cotton bandages over his thigh.

“They’re coming…they’re coming straight for us,” he wailed.

“Let them come, but I’ll be damned if you’re gonna give up when we’ve still got a fighting chance” you snapped, tying the bandage as tight as you could. “You’re gonna have to lean on me and use your other leg. I can’t carry you to the cart like this” you informed him.

By now, both of your clothes were soaked in his blood. As he hobbled to the abandoned cart, where your horse was waiting to pull it, you could practically feel the titans on top of you.

You could picture their smiling faces, eager to devour you.

The boy, who’s name you learned to be Asmund, scooted as far back onto the cart as he could with his busted leg. Hope bloomed in your chest as you tossed your supply bag beside him.

You were going to make it.

He was screaming again, but not for the sorry state of his leg. He was screaming your name, urging you to hurry because there was a titan directly behind you and if you didn’t get your ass onto the horse it was going to-

You felt its fingers wind themselves around your shoulders, upper arms and torso. It squeezed you in its palm, causing your eyes to bulge and silencing the scream that sat poised on your tongue.

You were done for, you knew that much. All that was left to do was close your eyes and think of him, the man who would, no doubt, blame himself for the loss of your life.

The first time you’d offered to help the Captain with his paperwork, he’d scoffed at the notion and told you to leave him alone.

You brought tea the next time, and he finally allowed you the allotted space in his office, giving you your own personal stack of papers to date and check.

“Your lack of sleep is going to catch up with you, Captain” you’d told him as you dipped your pen in the ink well. “You’re pushing your body too far when you only allow it a few hours’ rest. I’m surprised you’ve made it this long without fainting, truthfully”

You worried for him the way a spouse would worry after their partner, but you never wanted to admit that to yourself.

“Yeah? So what?” he paused his furious pen strokes to level you with a glare.

“You should take better care of yourself,” you murmured gently.

“You should mind your own damn business” was his curt reply.

You weren’t certain if it was the reflection of the candle flame or the shadows on his face playing tricks, but you could have sworn you saw a blush rise to his cheeks.

“Nice work!” Petra commended you with a slap on the back and a grin on her face. Out of Levi’s Squad, she was by far the most welcoming.

“Yeah, you almost beat my time. Too bad I’m far more skilled than anyone here” Oluo smirked from his seat against a tree trunk.

You’d done well for yourself in training, only having two years to complete your cadet training rather than the usual four granted to everyone else. You were much older than them, as well, and stuck out like a sore thumb. So, admiring your handy work in the form of slain titan dummies, you were rather proud.

“You used too much gas,” Levi drawled, coming up to kick at one of your near empty canisters.

His eyes were narrowed as he glared at you, waiting for a proper response.

“I’m sorry Captain, I..I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d been using” you winced as his glare sharpened.

“You didn’t realize, huh,” he circled you like a predator, eyeing your taut form as he did so. “Perhaps you’ll realize it when you’re halfway down a disgusting titan’s gullet. Perhaps you’ll realize when you’re stranded in the middle of an open plain and crushed under one of their feet”

He stopped, suddenly, directly in front of you. He was so close you could make out the dark circles under his eyes and the lines at his brow.

“A stupid mistake, I can always count on that from you” he spoke your name as if it were an insult. All the while, his face showed no sign of anything but irritation.

You hated that you cared so much about what he thought of you.

“I’ll do better next time” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Outside the walls, there won’t be a next time!” his volume had grown steadily, as he was all but shouting now. “You get careless and then you’re dead. You get yourself killed out there, and we lose you, and then that’s another fucking life…wasted”

The others had enough sense to ditch this situation when it first began, which had left you and Levi by yourselves between the trees.

He quickly turned away, crossing the grounds swiftly enough that you barely had time to analyze what the hell he’d just come out with.

The Captain cared about all his soldiers, you assured yourself to quell the pounding in your chest.

It probably meant nothing.

You heard your name again, this time from a completely different direction.

.. The titan’s jaws were just below you as you dangled from its grasp. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t even think of anything besides the smell of the gaping mouth you were about to be shoved into.

And Levi, your Captain, a man who was so gentle if you could just break through the tough outer shell he hid behind.

He was calling out to you, desperation you’d never heard from him before apparent in his shouts.

You caught a glimpse of him, swords drawn and determination set in his grey eyes. He was fast, but you knew he wouldn’t be fast enough.

You accepted this as the hot tears fell slowly down your cheeks.

.. “I enjoy your company, Captain Levi” you confessed to him from your seat at the other side of his desk. The paperwork lay abandoned in front of you, as you had far better things to look at than the ink on those pages.

Levi coughed and nearly dropped his pen at your sudden proclamation. His eyes had grown wider than usual, and he outright refused to look at you, acknowledge what you’d said.

“You don’t have to say anything, I understand” you spoke slowly, solemnly. “It’s just..you aren’t like anyone I’ve met before. You try so hard to shut people out with your harsh words and constant glaring, but you care far more than you let on. I think, I think you’re the first person in this damn regiment that actually gave a shit about me”

You noticed his knuckles had turned white with the force that he was gripping his pen.

The expedition was tomorrow; you might never get a chance to tell him this.

“Maybe in another life, maybe if we had more time, maybe….we could have loved each other” you pushed the seat out from under you, standing straight as a pin.

Once the words had left your lips to hang tensely in the air between you two, you were unable to gather enough nerve to look at him.

“I just wanted you to know that, in case something happens to me when we-“

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you” he rasped, head bowed over the page, pen still gripped in his hand.

“How can you be so sure?” you smiled sadly.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you, because I….because I won’t let it”

The conviction laced in his words left no room for you to doubt him.

You’d done your duty, left with no regret about stopping to help that young cadet that had an entire life ahead of him.

But you did regret leaving behind the Captain, leaving him with your awkward confession and never, ever getting to find out what his lips tasted like.

As you fell into the titan’s mouth, you thought Levi probably tasted like the tea he drank.

Everything ached and burned when you came to. Your eyes blinked heavily at a dark ceiling, your lips parting slightly as the warmth from the sunlight streaming in soaked into your cold skin.

You must have been back home, back inside the walls. The thin, white sheets and itchy cot you were laying on was enough to know that. How could you have possibly made it back?

The titan ate you, didn’t it?

“I told you,” you jumped at the figure beside you, groaning as your body protested the sudden movement.

You turned your head slowly, shocked and incredibly relieved to see none other than the Captain himself sitting on a wooden chair beside your bed.

His body was hunched forward, arms folded over his knees and shoulders pulled forward. His eyes immediately softened when you smiled at him, and he let out a ragged breath.

“How?” was all you could manage to choke out. The familiar stirring in your chest had become an erratic rhythm of pounding and fluttering.

“I almost didn’t make it in time,” his gaze fell to his lap. “You were in its mouth by the time I made it to you. If I’d sliced its jaw open a moment later, you would have been down its throat” he squeezed his eyes shut, as if the memory was replaying before him.

You sucked in a breath, wondering just how far he’d gone to ensure your safety.

“You saved me….when anyone else would have thought it to be a lost cause. You didn’t give up on me..” you trailed off as your vision began to blur with unshed tears.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Just when you thought he’d take his leave, he spoke again.

“I don’t know what love feels like, but I know that I don’t want to fucking lose you”

All that brutal training, all those insults when you’d made careless mistakes, all those nights spent filling out paperwork at the same desk, they all finally had meaning.

How could you not have read the signs before? How could you have not noticed the subtle way he cared for you?

You reached a shaky hand forward, grasping his calloused one in a gentle caress.

“You don’t have to,” the promise in your eyes when he finally spared you a glance grounded him.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he stuttered, a fierce blush over his pale face. “I’ve never been good at this bullshit” he muttered.

“We can learn together..if you’d like to move forward with this” you bit at your lower lip, face hot and heart lodged in your throat.

Levi’s lips curved up into the tiniest smile you’d ever seen, but it was a smile nonetheless. A small victory.

“Fine, just…don’t tell Hange. They placed a bet with Erwin, and I don’t wanna give them the satisfaction of winning….”

** did tumblr always have this stupid word block limit bc that's whack. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible without being vague, hope y'all enjoyed !! **

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fallenidol-453 · 4 years

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31 Days of Unedited Writing: Days 22-31

I’M DONE.

7 or 8 Fanfiction (Dark Parables/various Mystery Case Files games starring OC Moira, Viking Destiny, and Dragon Prophecy trilogy) and 3 or 4 Original Fiction. I’m tired and my math is trite.

I strongly advise skipping Day 26 if you’re averse to descriptions of popping pimples!

Day 22: Fanfiction, Mystery Case Files: Escape from Ravenhearst

Moira’s hands shook. The animatronic newborn’s eyes flashed different colors. Red. Green. Blue. Those were the colors of the wires it was attached to as well. The eyes changed colors too fast. How was she going to know which wire to clip?

She aimed the wire cutters at the far-left wire and counted to three. Snipped the red wire when the eyes were—

Green.

A gurgle was her only warning to dive out of the way as the newborn exploded.

Day 23: Fanfiction, Mystery Case Files: Ravenhearst Unlocked

She remembered an explosion. Fireball of debris racing toward her. She ran. Her only option had been to—

Jump.

Cold ocean sea at night. The water dragged her under.

Boat. Someone pulled her out of the water.

Bright light. Loud beeps. Numb. Her eyes open. Barely. She hurts but has enough pain tolerance to lift her arm where it hurts worst. A thick sutured scar runs from the end of her palm and down part of her wrist. It glows.

Someone is talking. She hears words. Injuries. Delirious. Her?

Red hair. Posh accent.

“A transfer to Manchester Asylum—closest in county—"

She can’t do anything to stop them. Her mind is screaming but she’s too drugged to vocalize.

Anything. Anything but there.

Day 24: Original Fiction, codename Grisaverse

The sheer amount of spellwork surrounding the black crystal makes Davaros’s blood run cold. There’s a whole network of weavings, as thick as rope in some places and as thin as spiderwebs in others. All of them link to the crystal’s strange, hollow center. The weaving had gone on for generations. Since—

“Luc, there’s no way we can undo all of this in two months. Lady Grisa will know we’re tampering with it.”

“That demon in your body was pretty damn adamant that his Prince was being held hostage in there, having his power siphoned away,” Luc replied. “He’ll probably help us free him. If you’ve been held hostage for centuries and have your powers taken from you, you’d be angry about it. Right?”

“R-Right.” It’s the most Davaros can say right now; he can feel Moseptus crawling under his skin, can feel he wants to emerge and take over. He doesn’t want to vomit more blood as payment. He loses focus and then feels Lukasz snap the shields back into place.

Day 25: Fanfiction, Mystery Case Files: Ravenhearst

Moira ran up to the car and pounded on the window. Sterling rolled it down hurriedly, shocked at her disheveled appearance.

“Moira, I asked you to take pictures of the door locks! What happened?”

“There’s a skeleton in the house!” she exclaimed. “I think it’s Emma’s body, from the journal—”

Silence. Moira’s heart thunders in her chest. Sterling has the audacity to shrug.

“Are you sure it’s not a prank?”

“The bones aren’t made of shitty plastic and the coffin smelled,” Moira snapped. “Follow me.”

Day 26: Fanfiction, Mystery Case Files: Escape from Ravenhearst

The bed frame creaked dangerously as Moira straddled the obese Dalimar matriarch’s gut. She forced to herself to breathe through her mouth, trying to not smell the piles and piles of plates covered in rotting leftovers of food that lined both sides of the bed. Abigail was hurling verbal abuse at her, but it was easy to tune out. The abuse was for her son, not her.

There was really no other way to accomplish this task, was there?

The hand clutching a pair of tweezers shook violently.

Just—just squeeze! She shouted at herself.

She positioned the tweezers on a fat pimple on Abigail’s cheek, closed her eyes, and squeezed. Pus popped out and landed close to the open wound. Moira opened her eyes and grabbed the pus, putting it in her gloved palm.

She was grateful this was an animatronic doll, and what she was forced to get was solid and fake.

It didn’t make it any less disgusting.

(This is a real thing that happens in-game. It’s as nasty as it sounds.)

Day 27: Fanfiction, Dark Parables (Not sure which games, but probably the later/newest ones)

She tries to not think about anything involving her life late at night. But sometimes, the dark thoughts creep in in the haze between waking and sleeping, or when she catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror. She’s approaching forty, yet she doesn’t look or feel it.

Well, the latter might be a bit of a stretch. She’s resilient enough but can’t bounce back on her feet as fast as she’d like after taking a hard fall from a great height or falling victim to yet another unfortunate carriage accident. It’s a miracle she didn’t break every vertebra in her back after that one incident in Montefleur.

Day 28: Fanfiction, Dragon Prophecy trilogy

Harwing’s forehead stung. The foolishness of it all, walking straight into a tent pole while trying to make a hasty retreat from Lord Vieliessar’s pavilion.

Fortunately, the distance between the High King’s camp and that of House Mangiralas’s was long enough for him to gather his thoughts and rehearse what was written on the paper Aradreleg gave him. Memorizing the words of a formal declaration of surrender was no issue – his spy training saw to that – but the tight knot in his stomach was going to make him stumble over the words as he recited them.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“To Warlord Faurilduin, Ladyholder of—wait.”

He gazed at the paper. Aradreleg’s tidy handwriting stared back at him, clearly listing which titles came first. It was just a matter of reciting them in the correct order.

“To Ladyholder Faurilduin, Mangiralas’s Warlord—”

Mangiralas’s camp became perilously closer with each step he took.

Day 29: Fanfiction, Dragon Prophecy trilogy

He could see the mistakes those assistants had made as clear as day, but for every situation he mentally changed, every course of action he took differently, the chain of events still led to Gunedwaen’s capture by Caerthalien’s forces and his century in hiding, crippled and cast aside to die at War Prince Bolecthindial’s amusement, never able to fight again.

If he had seen that result, in his imaginings as one of those assistants, would he have killed Gunedwaen as an act of mercy?

For a split second, he felt like he wouldn’t have had the strength to do that. Not just out of loyalty, but out of love as well.

Was it a love born of loyalty?

His gratitude toward Lord Thoromarth was one brand of loyalty. His upbringing within Oronviel itself, even as the son of a lowly castel Horsemaster, was a sort of loyalty itself toward the House. If he fought alongside Lord Thoromarth in battle and was ordered to kill him to spare him from being captured, he would do it without hesitation.

But if he had been on that battlefield on a rainy autumn, holding a dagger and staring down at a badly injured Gunedwaen and told to deliver the same mercy kill—

He wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t. He would try to save him, against all odds.

Day 30: Fanfiction, Viking Destiny

Asmund has been keeping his half-brother in check admirably well these past few years, and he does not want to instigate an unneeded conflict or shatter his oaths and relationship with his king beyond repair.

“I once knew a brave and loyal shieldmaiden named Alva,” he replied instead. He chose his next words with care, not wanting to clue the princess in on her true heritage just yet. “She served King Asmund and was his fiercest warrior. I can teach you to fight like her - and your father does not have to know about it. It will be our secret.”

Helle’s face lit up. “I want to fight like a warrior!” she exclaimed.

Soini made urgent shushing noises, and Helle reluctantly calmed down.

“We will start at first light next--”

“Helle?”

Both Soini and Helle turned toward the sound of Prince Bard’s voice. Soini didn’t see his shadow looming over them in the darkness, but he sounded relatively close.

“Will we meet here?” Helle whispered hurriedly.

“HELLE!”

“Yes. Go to your father before he finds you,” Soini answered.

Day 31: Original Fiction, codename Sleeping Princess

Cila inched closer. She couldn't see the rise and fall of the stranger's chest that indicated she was breathing… but the woman wasn't dead either. There was no smell of decay and rot. Cila reached out for the woman's hanging arm--

--and stepped back in fear.

All around the bed was a spell caul of her father's making, a caul to trap someone in a magic-induced sleep. Cila knew she could have been affected by the caul’s effects if she’d touched the woman's arm.

She contemplated trying to unweave it. It was a task far beyond her ability to unweave spells - but she could try. Her father was holding this woman hostage, whoever she was. It didn't feel right to leave her under the thrall of the royal family, much less her father.

Her father believed her to have no magic at all, not realizing that she had been a late bloomer. She had kept her knowledge of her magic to herself, practicing her unweaving on the most basic of wards that anyone could trigger by accident. She had escaped getting caught - so far.

But a creeping doubt caught hold of her heart. Even if she unwove the caul, even if she freed this woman, what would she do? Cila didn't know this woman's name and she didn't know where she was from. She couldn't disguise this woman as a servant - the royal family would identify her in an instant.

Cila could help the woman escape. She knew all the secret passages out of the palace… but so did the royal family. Even worse, her father could discover her using magic and undoing his work. The beating she would receive from him would among the worst in her life. Her bruised back ached, a reminder of the most recent one at the hands of Gilla.

What was she going to do?

An idea formed in her mind. Father didn't know she could do magic - yet - and thus didn't know of her talent. If he discovered the caul being undone, he could suspect one of his rivals was doing it. Risky, as her father could strengthen the caul, but it would mean more practice for her… and more chances to get caught, if Father disabled his rivals’ magic.

She could try. There was nothing wrong with trying.

#31 days of unedited writing #julia's writing adventures #oc reference #moira

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geeks4squeaks-blog · 6 years

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|The Verdant Prince|

Chapter 8: Broken Tools

I was first to arrive on the battle front of our squadron. In front of us lay the battle field, crowded with many bodies already.

The once golden wall and rocky drop off of Asgard was a shattered hole in the wall. Blue and gray skinned half Jotun barbarians pouring through the hole, one after the other the line seeming to never end. They wore crude armor of stone and cheap bronze, their faces tattooed with their own illegible languages and pictures.

The vanguard of six held their ground, slashing away at them and taking them to their knees with ease. I scanned the crowd to see they had formed a line- a barrier to prevent them from breaking through. It would have worked better if the half-bloods weren't increasing their numbers and slipping past the six. Asmund lie on the far left of the line and I set my sights on him.

I slid off of Bjorn and unsheathed my dual handed daggers. I ran to meet the stray barbarian. He swung his icy rock bat at me. He was fairly slow and as I dodged I sliced his throat with ease. I cringed slightly as his cool blood slid down my hand, making it slick. I sprinted to join the ranks- wiping my right hand on my leg.

"Do you have them evacuated?" I shouted over the angry grunts and hollers of the barbarians, I leaned slightly into Asmund so he could hear better. Asmund jerked his arm up quickly to a gray colored man- his eyes dark with blood rage. The half Jotun suddenly fell to his knees clutching his throat before he began coughing and spitting up shrapnel.

"Well that's new," I jested lightly. Asmund's lips curled up slightly as he blasted a few other forms away.

"First time actually doing it- tada," he said sarcastiy. "And yes, everyone from this district is evacuated. We thought if they were to break at all they would break in the west." He said. I glanced back out to the front to see more and more bodies dropping and arrows flying, most likely from Gelka and Tove. I sighed in relief- that means our squadron had caught up to us. I glanced around to find no Thor or Loki and nodded to myself. They were most likely heading back to the palace to prepare further.

Slowly the half-bloods numbers dwindled until their was no more of them. The shattered hole in the wall blowing a chilly breeze to us. The only sound now was the panting between the warriors, the occasional groan of near death barbarians, and the hollow whistle against the broken wall.

"Is everyone all right?" Tove asked, his voice hoarse as if he had been yelling. He tucked his ebony lined bow around his shoulder and back. His ocean blue eyes darting between everyone. He was a good confident archer in our group that towered over most people with broad shoulders but he was truthfully the softest. He would cry in joy if he heard a new child had been born. He had the most gentle heart of us all.

"Ur has a cut in his arm but otherwise I think everyone is alright." Sif's voice broke the awkward silence. Tove nodded and made his way over to Ur who rolled his eyes and yanked his arm away from the warriors who came to poke and prod at it.

The few who weren't interested in Ur's arm wandered amongst the fallen barbarians. Asmund and I walked together, occasionally kicking a few of them to see if they had a reaction- if they did we drove a blade through their necks. There was no point in letting them suffer here if they would suffer more in Helhiem.

Asmund turned to the right to inspect a homely looking pile of barbarians- arrows buried in their chests and stomachs painfully deep. I turned opposite of him, walking closer to the edge of Asgard.

A sickly curiosity washed over me and leaned my head in the shattered hole of Asgard and listened.

Shuffling.

Clinking.

Soft murrmmers.

A sudden horrid realization washed over me.

"They're not done! There on the move!" I shouted and turned back, already running back to my comrades. They looked at me in horror.

"Where in Hel are they going to come out next?" Heskell shouted, his voice dry and hoarse and his dark hair slick with sweat. Everyone drew their weapons in sync.

"It sounded as if it was coming from the right side." I answered back, we formed a circle back to back to view all sides. Asmund as usual next to me, determination set on his heavy brow.

"Does that mean the South District?" Tove whispered harshly.

Before any of us could answer the same heart stopping thundering sound echoed in the sky.

The wall has been broken again. Goosebumps littered my body as we all called our beasts- a mess of whistles and words echoing in the ashen sky. Our horses ran to us and we jumped on with ease as we drew our shoulders back and ordered to horses to the South District. None of them had been evacuated.

We arrived in a funk and had split apart- some to find the entry hole the Half-Jotuns had created, another group riding around and killing all enemies they laid eyes on, and another group yet to evacuate and herd the commoners out.

I galloped quickly around a large group of people, all pushing to try and get through a small ally way to the safe point on the hill.

"Don't push for Gods sake! Go in a single file!" I yelled at them and they flinched but nothing changed. Tove joined me as we circled the group of people. The barbarians had begun to appear and circle around through group of people, hissing in their own language and thrusting their blades forward. I glanced at Tove, making eye contact before we both nodded.

Tove shot up at small groupof particularly angry Jotuns. They shouted in anger but didn't progress further.

I glanced back to see the crowd had shrunk but people still pushed to get in. I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent yelling at the commoners in rage as they didn't listen to my words.

"Where in the Allfather's name is the rest if the army! Are they not going to protect their own people?" I hissed in frustration. Tove glanced at me, his brows heavy with worry.

"I believe either King Odin has forbidden it or something bad has happened." He answered and he clenched his jaw.

"Hasn't something bad already happened?" I said under my breath as I make angry eye contact with a half-Jotun. His eyes dark and bloodshot looking but hungry for power.

The group of Half-Jotuns stood their ground, slowly growing in numbers but never attacking though they shifted and danced around on antsy feet.

"Once everyone is through we need to give them time to get on top of the hill. They will be upset they couldn't get past us," Tove said gesturing towards the group of barbarians. Foam pooled around some of their mouths, their eyes blood raged.

Inbreeds, I thought distastefully.

Already they had begun to move forward taking careful teasing steps, daring us to make a move.

The sudden sound of screams and angry grunts drew my attention to the left. In the sky smoke had risen and clouded what light was even left in the pale sky. Asgard looked as if it were dying slowly and anger festered in my stomach, forming a dark pit.

"Take them out," he said, circling his horse around.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I draw my blades out.

"I feel as if they need help. Once you clear them- head to the fire point over there," he said firmly as he pointed to the left where the smoke had risen further into a dark plume. "I'm sure that is where the fight and the second break is. I will meet you there," he said and dug his steel plated heels into his steeds side and they galloped off, following the trail the people had crammed to get out of. I shifted my eyes back to the half-Jotuns and Bjorn grunted as if to tell me to get a move on.

And I did.

- I look deep breaths in attempt to calm my uneasy breathing as I finished off the last barbarian, his severed head landing with a heavy thud as it hit the cold ground. Without skipping a beat I slid my foot into the stirrup and onto Bjorns back. Half way through the mini battle I had jumped off of him as the Jotuns had begun targeting Born- it was easier to fight from off his back anyway.

Bjorn galloped to where the fires of burning buildings and muffled screams rang out in the setting sun's light. If there were people screaming that meant things were getting out of hand- people were getting hurt. The buildings became a blur until I had finally arrived at the rendezvous point.

Bodies of barbarians littered the streets, occasionally an Asgardian resident that made my stomach turn. We weren't able to save them.

A caught the flash of deep red and the flick of a horse tail.

"Fifthteen!" I shouted quickly and the clomping of horse hooves stopped and backed up. If we were ever separated we were to call out our number. I was the last and fifteenth to be accepted. Ur.

"Nearly everyone is evacuated we are just finding stray Jotuns about. I was following Sif and The Warriors Dumb," he grunted.

"What about the screaming and shouting?" I breathed out, Bjorn and Ur's horse stomping impatiently. A gust of wind swept up sand and ashes, coating us all in a thin layer of grime. Ur shifted and frowned.

"The upper corner, that's where they were headed," Ur said and shouted to his horse and he was off. I followed behind him quickly.

The heavy sounds of clomping followed behind me and I turned my gaze quickly to the left of me.

A man with raven colored hair riding upon a matching heather gray steed galloped besides me, his figure bent forward for speed.

"With all do respect, Your Majesty, you and your brute of a brother are to be at the castle behind the walls preparing for something!" I shouted, Loki's eyes flashed in amusement.

"With all do respect, Lady, piss off." He smirked and dug his heels into his beast. She grunted heavily before bolting forward, racing past Ur and I in a storm. Ur only shook his head distastefully. Relief and anger filled my chest.

Slowly things began looking more ashen and destroyed than the district before us. Hand woven baskets and assorted vegetables and bread littered the streets. This was the market place I had just been at this morning. My gut clenched as I saw dried blood and pieces of hair across an open window.

This must have been the second breaking point where the damned animals reentered.

Another scream echoed through the buildings, Ur and I yanked on the reins and followed the sickening sound.

My surroundings became more and more familiar. An old oak tree here, a patch of Rune Berries there, Sir Jalwn, the man who told preposterous stories of other neighbors and warriors to young Uthgard and I.

Ur and I slowed our horse's pace as sounds stopped abruptly. There was no shuffling, there was no wind. The only sound was of our rapid heart beats and snorting of the horses. We met eyes and he shrugged slightly. Had this not been where Lady Sif and The Warriors Three rushed to? Was there more than two entry gates the barbarians made?

My gut clenched and every instinct and my body screamed at me to turn to the right of me. I bit my lip and turned slowly.

I turned to look to the path that lead to my home.

Without hesitation I hit my heels to Bjorn's side harshly. He grunted and ran, his carefully braided mane bouncing in the action. I could hear Ur shouting my name and eventually the sound of his warning horn bellow behind me. My surroundings became an ugly dead blur.

I knew within minutes and even seconds the area would be swarmed with my comrades. I didn't understand why he had blown the horn though- it was only if he needed help or had found something extreme.

The thoughts that clouded my mind were quickly brushed away as I set my focus back to my family.

My home came into my sight rapidly. The once small but sturdy wooden home was now in shambles. The siding and pillars barley standing as most were piled in burned bunches on the floor. The building its self was still hot with dull flames. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark space, cold heaps of fog billowed out of it and the wind sung an eerie tune as it whistled among the broken shards.

A shattered hole on the edge of the plateau we lived on.

The second break through- the reason Ur had blown the dreadful horn.

I scrambled off of Bjorn and he grunted in panic feeling it through me. I nearly fell off of him as I caught my foot on the stirrup ungracefully.

I sprinted into the rubble, stepping over a hot pile of embers. The basket filled with market goods I had gotten earlier today lay half burned and ruined on the ground, items spilled everywhere.

"Papa?" I whispered,my voice failing me as I used a naive name for my father. There was no answer which filled my chest with little hope. Maybe they had gotten out?

I could hear soft talking and angry grunts behind me but paid no attention to it and shut it out quickly.

"Uthgard?" I called out, my voice shaking uneasily as I walked to where our beds used to be, they were charred and burnt with all of the blankets and bedding pulled off nearly underneath it. I glanced to the other bed to see the same style but more charred and with an ungodly smell radiatiating from it.

A discoloration of piled up fabric caught my eye. I knelt down quickly and pawed my way through the pile of clothing and bedding to see an arm. A blistered black charred arm.

Panic filled my chest and I could hear someone faintly shouting my name. The panic swelled in my throat making it hard to breath- all of my senses dulled and everything seemed to slow down.

I pulled on the arm and dragged it out from under the bed.

Uthgard.

"Blooma?" I asked quietly but it was useless. I knew it was. One side of her face was charred and her skin was blistered and bloody, her body was limp in my arms and she smelled of smoke and something rancid. Her hair was a mess and singed. And her once curious ocean blue eyes were a clouded dull gray.

I screamed in rage as I pulled her close to me. My hands tightening around her thin arms. A single hot tear tore down my face and I continued shouting, screaming curses and foul words. I rocked back and forth slowly.

They killed her.

They killed Blooma, my beautiful young sister who wanted to grow up to be a royal healer and help people who hurt. The girl who couldn't hurt a beetle if she tried.

My throat felt as if I had drank scalding water, I could no longer hear myself yelling, only airy pathetic squeaks.

A sudden strong grip landed on my shoulder, dragging me from her. I ripped my gaze from her broken body to see who had dared lay their hands upon me.

Asmund looked onto me with fear and sadness. I could hear light clanks of metal and shouting but like I had with everything else I shut it out. Asmund embraced me tightly, one hand wrapped securely around my mid back, the other holding myhead to the flat of his shoulder.

I let my body go limp against him and all of my rage left me.

All of my emotions and thoughts in general left me. My face seemed to reset into a cold void expression, no tears left my eyes.

The only thing that stayed was a single simple thought.

Every last one of those Hel forsaken beasts of Half-Jotuns would die by my hands. Whether it be by blade or bloody knuckles, they will lay dead at my feet.

Tag list: @cutefuto

#good #loki #fanfiction #imagine

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asmund-scion-of-ice · 6 years

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The Unconquerable

I sat with Ivaria, looking into the night sky. I placed a wing around her, “ Treasure what you have here, dear one. I know I do. I’ve lived here for only a few months myself, but I’ve found a home away from home, and plenty of friends.”

I sniffled a bit, and memories unwanted flood my mind...

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Another harsh winter. This campaign was barely trundling along under the weight of the snow and wind. Lack of food and rough conditions have worn down the men and women fighting under me. I pondered this predicament as I hunched over the side of... whatever this mountain happened to be named.

This war had slogged on for three years now. My forces, the Rovriddare Rebels, were a hardy mix of dwarves, humans, a sprinkling of kobolds, and tengu. My country was in the high mountains, with access through only three passes. My army numbered only in the thousands. I sighed as I chewed on a mountain goat’s horns, picking my teeth with them. How would I go about turning the tide?

The war began when I, Asmund Frostwing, decided to break away from neighboring Draconia. The Council of Wyrms was shortsighted. How could they not see the benefit of a white dragon on the council? How could they not defy the Imperials, and stop sending money and forces to do their bidding.

Bah. I spit the horns off the cliff, watching them fall thousands of feet. As I watched, my eyes followed the valley, out and away from Herenshem Pass. There, three or four miles out, under the cover my the storm, was an army. A vast army, flying Draconia’s flag. Hundreds of thousands, ready to crush my nation.

I roared, launching off the cliff, back to my army. They were shivering in the cold, huddling close to too small fires. I roared a great battle cry, and my trumpeters and drummers answered. I began issuing orders, men and women running hither and thither, gathering arms and armor.

Fifteen minutes later, ranks of warriors stood ready. The snow storm grew in intensity as I called upon the gods for aid. My troops and I felt invigorated on the eve of battle; a good sign. Dolg would aid us this day.

The blizzard whipped through heavy plate mail, furs, and scale alike. The Draconian army stood smartly in rank and file, at the bottom of the valley, just a mile away. My forces stood on the rocky mountainside, our position fortified with boulders and walls of ice. Yet, my people were not the type to stand and defend a position; no, they were fierce warriors, ready to charge down into the fray. Only loyalty held them at bay, loyalty to me, their Baron.

The mages of the enemy began to fling spells of fire and wrath down upon my army, my shamans working quickly to shield my warriors. Soon, the snow covered valley rocked with explosions and magic. Catapults fired into the mountainside, boulders splintering ice and bone. There were no trees left in this valley, the terrain open for miles, plenty of open area for siege engines and bowmen to launch their projectiles. As for us, we had a small escape route to the rear, leading north, into Rovriddare, and into Herenshem.

The valley was perhaps half a mile wide at its widest, narrowing to a quarter just below my troops. I was already taking casualties. I held my ground, just as my troops did.

“Hold, brothers and sisters!” I shout to the wind, the fierce howl only overcome with my strongest roars, “We will not fall this day! Hold until you see the whites of their eyes! These slavers will not defeat us! They face you mighty few!” Cheers and battle cries echoed over the mountain side. “Louder! We defy you, you apologist fools!” I rose my own roar to join the awe-inspiring, warbling cry of my army. The mountains themselves shook. Ice and snow began to tumble, and then fly down the mountainside.

The enemy cried in dismay as my people shouted, for glory was at hand. Avalanches, massive, unyielding, prompted by my magic and my forces, crushed thousands of soldiers, horses, and equipment. No time to rejoice, as the first ranks reached our positions through a hail of magic and arrows.

I jumped into the fray, “Follow me! Dolg is pleased! TO BATTLE!!” A deafening roar, even louder than before, poured forth from my troops. The Draconian conscripts, armored in no more than leather, began falling like cattle to the slaughter. My heavily armored warriors, shamans, and berserkers sliced through their lines, coloring the snow red for the length of our line, almost an entire mile. Yet I worried, as my lines were thin, staggered to dissuade draconic air attack. Crushing three men between my teeth and smashing a group of five down the mountain, we slowly advanced toward the enemy.

The more men I killed, I realized I was taking more small cuts, more slashes to my hide. I bugled a call, mimicking the war horns of my own forces; we retreat back up the hill, the armored knights and wardens pushing upward behind. Even some musketeers followed, firing rounds into my retreating warriors.

My gut began to sink as I realized the toll this battle was taking. We were cornered. My few thousand had been reduced to a few hundred. Corpses littered the mountainside. Draconian knights triumphantly marched up the mountain, the wind and blinding snow seemingly having no effect.

Cursing, I froze a swathe of soldiers five thick and twenty wide. My army was an afterthought. I realized, as arrows tore through my wings and pikes stabbed at me from afar, I was the target. I sounded the retreat, “Fall back! To Herenshem! We can defend there! Runners, get the townsfolk out and north! We must hold them!” In the chaos, my army fell apart. Warriors began fleeing. Those too brave or honorable to flee were cut down. My army was routed.

I took off, pummeling any Draconians I could with man-sized hail. I soared high above my routed soldiers, passing low over the pursuing Draconians, freezing many, flinging others from the mountain. The chase continued as the remaining men and women fled through the remains of our camp, around the mountain, to the pass. A few tried to stand and fight, giving the others a lead. Many were cut down.

I cried out as I realized the number escaping over the small pass: sixteen dwarves, thirty kobolds, fifty humans, and seven tengu. A little over a hundred. My heart tore asunder as I heard a familiar roar behind me. Gilligrex the Black.

A black dragon, general to the Council of Wyrms, and a long-time rival. The beast sought human wealth, slaves he could hoard. Scales darker even than the night, wicked horns splayed out and forward, claws the size of carts, and breath more deadly than any disease, Gilligrex was not to be trifled with. Yet, my anger and sadness, the need to protect my people, overrode any sense of self-preservation.

“Gilligrex, how unpleasant to see you!” I shout across the air between us, the buffeting winds barely moving us. “You look as ugly as ever. Too much swamp water, or are your scales just dull because all you do is brown nose the Council?” I laughed, a dragon on the verge of losing everything.

“Asmund Frostwing, the traitorous lowlife -- “ Gilligrex was cut off mid-sentence as I charged, my talons reaching forward to grapple the younger dragon. He quickly belched out a small cloud of acid, hoping to burn my eyes away; my plume of frost was stronger, pushing away the smog in the blizzard. We collided in mid-air, our talons raking at each other’s stomachs and faces.

We fell, as stones, tearing into one another, “Why you!?” Gilligrex and I wrestled to be the one on top. Thousands of feet we fell, toward the pass and the two mountains there, both over 16,000 feet themselves. I bit into his neck, black blood spraying over the valley. The Draconian army only watched as their champion slammed back first into the mountaintop. He tore effortlessly into my innards, our blood mingling in the snow as his back snapped.

The thousands of beings fell silent as the black dragon screamed in agony. Gilligrex’s cry cut short as my fangs tore through his veins and windpipe. I stood, staggered, victorious. My forces cheered, Asmund’s One Hundred and Three fighting now with renewed vigor. With a roar, I tore off the head of my opponent, tossing it to the Draconian army. They too fought with vigor.

I choked on my own blood, trying in vain to hold back the realization of what would happen to my people. Cities, razed to the ground. Everyone, murdered, entire bloodlines destroyed. The entire land, laid waste. With a roar, I focused all of the mana I could gather.

A wall of ice formed between my forces and the enemy. Draconia stood on the precipice of victory. With a roar of anger, I let the mana go. I launched into the air, my entrails dragging behind. Two mountains, shortened by three thousand feet. Millions of tons of rock exploded into the valley and onto the pass, crushing hundreds of thousands of knights, soldiers, horses, and equipment in seconds. The sky was suddenly clear as the boulders quit tumbling and the snow stopped falling.

I struggled to move my wings as I glided over the wall of ice. My wings became useless, and I plummet to the ground.

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I was brought suddenly back to reality.

“Are you alright? You seem a little sad.” Ivaria looked up at me with questioning eyes, her concern clearly etched on her face.

I chuckled a deep, mournful chuckle, “ I have lost many over the course of my life. I do not wish to lose any more. My mind tends to wander on these long winter nights, you know. “

@shepherd-ivaria

#sorry this is so long #rp #mtg #fanwalker #jarguund #asmund #asmund scion of ice #ivaria #ravnica #night #memories #super long #long post

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thetakenpokemon · 7 years

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Act 1 - Cruelty

[PoV: Dr. Benjamin]

They keep flashing in my dreams.

The experiments.

The hybrids.

We’ve went through several already in this facility, a good deal of them ending up hopeless and thus disposed of. But...

I can’t shake it off, the fact that we’re just throwing away living creatures as if they’re nothing but objects. If it doesn’t fit what we’re hoping for? Destroy them and try again.

...

I knew this company was shady when they had me sign that waiver, but...I never realized how far we were going. Even if the pay is extremely good, all of this is starting to weigh on my mind.

Some of the Pokemon they bring in, they’re not Feral. They would kick and scream, begging us to not harm them. But we’d just lock them in cells before eventually bringing them to one of our test tubes, forcefully injecting them with chemicals to ready their bodies for genetic splicing and mutation.

It’s not even ‘animal’ cruelty, it’s completely inhumane in every way possible.

I look up from the computer screen and lean back on my chair, brushing a hand through my long hair. I’ve just finished looking over the reports of the latest hybrids we’ve created, ‘Project: Scorpio’.

The central focus was on Drapion hybrids, specifically on how far we could alter the genetics of the scorpion as well as implement the genes of other species. Out of the eight subjects, one of them died immediately due to an internal failure with the machinery and two others had to be ‘disposed of’ because of abnormal mutations that made them useless for what we had in mind.

The rest of them however show great promise, especially subject four, five, and seven. For those three we’ve chosen to go with a ‘centaur’ form, with a humanoid-shaped upper-torso and an ‘insectile’ lower-body. Four was spliced with Scyther genes, five was spliced with Clawitzer genes, and seven was spliced with Forretress genes. All three also possess great intelligence, meaning that they were not Feral Pokemon before the operation was-

...

I breath out through my nose, trying my best to push the thoughts away.

...

They were not Ferals, they were thinking Pokemon that came from civilization. Yet...they were abducted from wherever they were and forcefully taken here, becoming victims to our experiments.

...

I sit up from my chair, my expression like stone. Grabbing my badge off the desk I proceed to make my way out of my office, a new destination in mind.

I’m going to look at all these Hybrids with my own two eyes, to observe their behavior as well as even question them if I can get the opportunity.

I need to do it, for my own sake. I have to know the condition these hybrids are in, to fully grasp their situation.

[PoV: Chimera]

“How is she?” I ask Euterpe.

Although Euterpe is the head of the medical branch of the GoT, she also plays an important role in the ‘Rehabilitation Branch’. Even if there’s specifically chosen individuals to care for the Hybrids we bring in, Euterpe has been chosen to oversee the care of two individuals due to both her abilities and her skills in handling delicate situations. So when she’s not giving orders within the medical branch and taking care of injuries herself, she’s checking on the ones that she’s been assigned to oversee.

And currently the discussion focuses on one of said Pokemon under her watch, a...unique individual.

“Doing...alright?” She says uncertainly. “It’s difficult to say, seeing her...different condition.” The mermaid wheels herself to her desk, looking through various files. “Physically...I have nothing to say due to it not being my expertise, but mentally and emotionally?” She closes her eyes, letting out a sigh. “It could be better, she’s so detached to the world around her. Although she’s starting to open up to me, but...”

I nod my head understandingly. “Even if it’s slow, progress is progress.”

“Even then, it’s still incredibly disheartening.” She glances down at herself. “You and me, despite us losing our identity due to being transformed into what we are, we’re still...part of the world.” Euterpe ceases looking through the files, deciding that it could wait till later. “But her? She’s experiencing what Asmund had gone through, except on a different level.”

That...is one way to describe it.

“But unlike Asmund, she doesn’t have any sort of drive. She’s just sitting around, feeling empty.” She rubs her eyes with her fingers. “I would be worried for her physical health, but her body...isn’t like yours or mine.”

“It’s going to take her a long time to get used to things.” I tell her softly. “Her old life was completely taken away from her, it’s...not something you can easily grow accustomed to.”

A soft crackle is heard on the speakers in Euterpe’s office. “Attention!” A voice shouts through the PA System, although more quietly due to the volume being turned down. “Team Floral Triad please report to Kaiser’s office! You have a new mission!” The voice repeats it one more time before falling silent.

My eyes linger on the speaker before turning back to Euterpe. “I will speak with her.”

“Excuse me?” She blinks, looking caught off-guard.

“Having more exposure to others would perhaps make the transition easier for her.” I explain. “Not to mention...with my own condition, it might even be common ground for her to open up more.”

The Gardevoir-hybrid looks at me uncertainly. “Are you sure about this?” She asks carefully. “You don’t need to do this.”

My eyes harden. “She’s a victim to one of the most cruelest experiments done by the HWDP, I feel that if I talk with her...I can help her feel less alienated to the world itself.”

“If you feel that way, then I won’t say anything more on it.” She smiles softly at me. “Thank you, Chimera. You’re doing a great kindness for her.”

"She needs it...” I respond quietly. “Like how we all need it.”

...

I give Euterpe my farewells before leaving, the holding chamber of the girl being my next destination.

Well...perhaps ‘girl’ isn’t the right word to describe her, since she’s a full-grown adult.

But at the same time, with how lost she is...it’s almost as if she’s a child.

A lost child, without a place in the world.

Just thinking about her makes my heart both ache and burn, a mixture of sorrow for her condition as well as fire for the evils that the HWDP has committed in order to create her.

She doesn’t deserve it.

None of us do.

...

But...I shouldn’t refer to her as ‘girl’, since she has a name.

The only thing that she has to call her own. The single thing that she clings tightly to, for it’s the only possession that grants her some form of stability in this scary and confusing world.

Bladesong.

Her name is Bladesong.

#drbenjamin #chimera???#euterpegarmeltic #hwdp #guardiansoftwilight #act 2-1 #plot

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tuinltd-blog · 7 years

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Use of a Log Cabin

On occasions a kind customer will send us in pictures of their project or of their completed log cabins. Most of the time following the sale we never hear back from anyone, so it fascinates me to see what does happen to our log cabins.

We have recently given customers access to our picture files of log cabins, you maybe interested to see this article if you would like to see more pictures not available on the product pages of various builds and projects: Log Cabin Pictures. Our facebook page also has several builds posted so you can see what you are letting yourself in for.

Here’s a small selection of the uses customers have put their log cabins to:

Quite often we will see the log cabins being used as a bar. This one is found within the Aiste log cabin

Our customer has even replaced the glass to keep up with the theme in his Aiste Log cabin

A completely different use for the Aiste log cabin, this time with fitness in mind and two turbo trainers

I see quite a few ‘man caves’ being made, the Asmund log cabin suits this well

Alternatively the Asmund log cabin is ideal for use as a summerhouse

Another Asmund Log cabin as a summerhouse. Being 28mm thick it does lend itself well for this purpose.

Great seating area and great for the summer, another Asmund Log Cabin.

How about relaxing in a hot tub, the Barbara Log Cabin gazebo seems ideal for this.

Ample outdoor living space is provided in the substantial Ben Clockhouse Log Cabin, being 70mm thick this can be used all year around with the addition of insulation

More comfortable out door living is found in the Chloe 40mm log cabin.

Back to a man cave and a bar, is there a theme starting to form? With the canopy at the side of the Elburg log cabin you can have a hot tub enclosure as well!

This is a little more serious with the Emma Log cabin being home to a beauty product studio. At 40mm and with added insulation the Emma works well all year around.

Or … use the Emma log cabin for outdoor living, 40mm and double glazed it’s ideal for all year around use with the application of some heating and insulation.

A really posh summerhouse can be made using the Gudrun Log Cabin, the bi-folding doors really allow the outdoors in,

The Gustav log cabin being used as a garden office.

Or perhaps you just want some extra living space or to get the teenagers out from under your feet, this Heino Log Cabin is ideal.

Do you have need for a hunting / ski lodge? The Hendrick Log Cabin seems to work well.

Very cozy extra accommodation, this is the Henning log cabin and highly suitable for year round use.

Like the Asmund Log Cabin the Emma works REALLY well and great for all year round use with additional heating and insulation in the roof and floor

The Jannie Log Cabin gives you the best of both worlds, sit outside and enjoy the weather, if it turns a little cooler as evening approaches you can pop indoors and still enjoy your log cabin.

The Jos Log Cabin makes it a perfect log cabin for a corner location, a small and compact summerhouse.

This is great! Our Julia log cabin is host to a bar and nightclub!

The Julia Log cabin is very versatile being 40mm. One moment its a nightclub the next a cinema.

Here a customer is being very sensible and getting fit using the Karen Log cabin. Again at 40mm and with the application of insulation and some background heat you can work out everyday.

Another bar theme, it seems this is rather popular. This is in the Leipzig log cabin, at 5m x 4m there is plenty of room.

The same bar in the Leipzig but now fully decorated and ready for the first customer. If i remember correctly the bar was made from left over parts and pallets.

The same building – The Leipzig log cabin but now it’s being used for a little extra accommodation.

A step up from the 40 – 45mm log cabins. This is the Liverpool 58mm Log Cabin, VERY strong, very thermal efficient with the addition of insulation in the roof and floor, a serious building. for serious uses, in this case it is a classroom.

The Lukas Log Cabin is a very popular building, to one side you can have a living area or a summerhouse.

You can use the other side for storage, very handy and adaptable the Luka Log Cabin

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This is the Lukas being used for sensory play.

This is the inside of a Lulea Log Cabin, a simple beach hut theme.

I really want a hot tub – The Mega Modern Log Cabin seems to be really good for this.

WOW …. this is a caribbean themed bar using the Olson Log Cabin. AMAZING.

An amazing Olson Log Cabin

This is one of our Rune log cabins being used as hydrotherapy room. The Rune is a very serious building for serious uses. This one also had an annexe to the rear to house the water pumps and equipment.

another 58mm log cabin, a very substantial and serious building for all year around use, this is the Stian Log Cabin in 58mm and being used as a craft room in comfort all year around with the addition of insulation and background heat.

Now this I love! Ever fancied your own Pool or Snooker room? This is the Truus Log Cabin being used for this purpose.

Another cinema, this was a bespoke version of our Yorck log cabin with all the windows removed.

Or … if you don’t want a cinema simply enjoy the Yorick Log Cabin for some out door living.

Or maybe you could use an Edelweiss log cabin for your very own woodland retreat.

You shouldn’t miss a thing if you’re watching intense matches on a projection like this! Using the Laula Log Cabin.

Maybe you could also use the Onyx Log Cabin for when the spare bedroom just isn’t big enough to keep your projects in AND keep it organised.

This customer used the Aiste Log Cabin as a quirky base for their hairdressing salon.

This customer used their Rosenheim Log Cabin for the ideal place to put their hot tub!

A Log Cabin is always useful for small businesses!

Ready to get your nails done in a quirky studio?

The Jutka Gazebo Log Cabin is always useful for a social hangout!

With two Gazebos either side of the Cabin, there’s plenty of seating area.

A Customer’s Nottingham Log Cabin Being Used For A Garden Bar

Another Nottingham Log Cabin – This time being used as a garden studio, ideal way to use all of the space inside!

A great way to display your guitar collection!

The video below shows a walkthrough of a customer’s Meaghan Log Cabin – Installed on a high, but level base to add onto the stylish office this cabin has been turned into. Fitted with enough storage to neatly organise all of their resources needed for interior design.

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The Peter Log Cabin being used as a garden pub, this one inspired by more traditional style of pub

With beer ready on tap!

I’m sure plenty of darts will be thrown in this garden pub.

This Ben Clockhouse Log Cabin has definitely proved that a cabin can serve multiple uses- Which has turned into the ultimate social location, with a hot tub placed under the canopy and the enclosed cabin being used for a garden pub:

Log cabins are really great garden buildings, they can be used for anything you can imagine.

I tend to use this as a rule of thumb when advising customers:

19mm Thick Logs – this is a shed, ideal for storage and far better than any shed you can find in the traditional panel construction.

28mm Thick Logs – these are a great all rounder and lend themselves to a perfect summer house for occasional use. BUT with modifications they can be perfect for all year around use. See this article if you wish to insulate the walls of your log cabin. Generally though we would recommend you opt for a thicker log for more thermal capacity for all year around use.

34 – 45mm Thick Logs – Now we are starting to get a little more thermal capacity, the building is starting to become more useful across the seasons. There will be a trade off between heat and log thickness. This range is a good balance between heat costs and budget costs of the actual log cabin. Regardless you will need to add insulation to the roof and floor.

58mm thick logs – These are ‘proper buildings’ as I call them. A great middle of the road between the 70mm and this size. A VERY strong and sturdy building with high thermal capacity. If I was picking a building with a serious all year around use this is the one to go for. You will though need to add insulation to the floor and roof.

Please see this page for my advice on insulation in the floor and roof of a log cabin

Above 70mm – this is the very best size for full time accommodation all the way up to 120mm. This is a serious log cabin for housing purposes but at this level you may encounter problems with building regulations and planning permission, please contact us for our advice. Anything above the Edelweiss Log Cabin may cause you problems with planning and regulations.

Log Cabin Use

It’s amazing and fascinating how these customers have put these log cabins to use, if you would not mind, please, also send me pictures of what you have used yours for, for others to enjoy.

Use of a Log Cabin was originally published on Tuin : Tuindeco Blog

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storiesofwildfire · 4 years

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THINGS YOUR MUSE CAN DO. bold what applies . italicize what applies sometimes .

author’s note: I have done this for Loki before, so I’m going to do it for one of my side muses. In this case, Asmund!

tagged by: @lxvingdeadgxrl tagging: @thefateofwar @inadxquacy @algrimthestrong @bornofbloodandwater @lameshsorsye

#( side muse ) asmund #index; loki #filed under; affiliates #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #tagged meme #( queue ) it burns queue to have come so close

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storiesofwildfire · 5 years

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"I feel lightheaded."

{ @frombehindpaleeyes } || send “Please don’t die.” to find my muse bleeding profusely or send “I feel lightheaded” for the reverse – status; accepting

♔—- For someone who never stepped foot on the battlefield, Asmund had seen more than his fair share of blood, gruesome injuries, and death. It became a daily part of his life until Loki had been charged to his medical care, becoming the primary focus of Asmund’s skills, and even after that, he still ended up patching Loki up more times than he cared to keep track of. Loki’s friends, other warriors in need, and anyone who could get to Asmund with enough time to spare would certainly opt to.

After all, he was one of the best healers Asgard had to offer and he’d gained quite the reputation over his course of life.

In truth, it was a bittersweet thing for him. Asmund loved what he did, was so wildly passionate about caring for others whether it was an ailment, injury, pregnancy, simple checkups, or crafting new methods of healing that had never been implemented before, combining both magic and medicine into one. On the reverse side of that, it meant that regardless of how much he tried to separate himself from war--odd for a native-born Asgardian, really, as most young men aspired to be warriors themselves--he never truly could. He would always have to stare the horrors of the universe in the face while trying to protect those in his care from the living nightmares that never seemed to end.

He felt almost guilty how... desensitized he’d become to the gore of it all. He felt no less compassion and his heart hurt no less at seeing someone suffer, but the sheer brutality of it all? Hardly impacted him anymore. He didn’t even really notice...

So when he came across the woman within the palace courtyard, leaning against the broad side of a tree trunk in a pool of her own blood, he didn’t panic, didn’t scream, didn’t feel nauseated as he once might have. Alert and at her side in a minute? Of course. Fearful or horrified? No. Not anymore.

“Guards!” Asmund called as he rushed over to the woman. As Asmund knelt down beside her, two guards appeared around the corner of the exit he’d just come from. Before they had time to inquire or react to the sight of the healer kneeling in an expanding puddle of crimson, Asmund relayed an order. “Someone has breached the palace walls and attacked this woman. They may have harmed or killed others as well. Lock the palace down and ensure the royal family is safe.”

“Do you need help getting her inside?” one of the guards asked while the other immediately turned around and sprinted off to carry out the orders.

“No. I don’t want to risk moving her. I need to tend to her now,” Asmund responded. “Go and ensure whoever did this is caught. She will be safe with me.” The healer wasn’t much of a fighter, but he at least had some defensive spells in his arsenal that would keep him and his new patient alive. The guard nodded and headed off in wake of his comrade, but Asmund didn’t see it. His attention had turned to the woman.

“It’s all right. I’m going to make sure your condition doesn’t worsen, all right? I’m Asmund, one of the palace healers.” Though his name alone should have been recognizable as Loki’s personal healer. Most of the people in Gladsheim knew who Asmund was. “Can you tell me what happened to you?” he asked, though he was already well at work tending to her wounds via magic. Necessary in order to stop the bleeding and preserve her life before blood loss took over.

#ask Asmund #( side muse ) asmund #answered prayers #frombehindpaleeyes #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #( queue ) it burns queue to have come so close

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“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?” (Maisie to Asmund)

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♔—- The physician looked down at the body before him, lifting a hand one last time to check for a pulse, but there was nothing. There weren’t many injuries or ailments that Asmund could not cure or treat. He saved so many lives over the course of two thousand years and he never once took one of his own, but every life he couldn’t save felt like another kick to the gut, like something that he could have prevented.

A failure.

His fault.

He knew that wasn’t how he should be. Asmund dedicated his life to caring for people and the good that he did for countless individuals, families, and communities was undeniable, but a thousand lives saved never made the loss of one any easier. He always took them hard, always took them personally, even if he didn’t actually know who they were.

No personal connection existed with this person, but he tried to save them anyway, but he’d been too late. Even with all of his knowledge, tricks, and healing magic, there were some things Asmund simply could not do. He made bringing the dying back from the brink look easy, but saving someone who was already gone? Asmund was a healer, not a necromancer, and bringing people back from the grave?

Well, he’d never tried, but he never intended to. Building a bridge between the Dead and the Living was never in his cards, nor would he feel right impeeding on the territory of someone he considered family. Disrespecting Loki’s daughter in such a fashion? Even if he could, he never would.

In moments like this, though? Moments of great distraught when all he could do was feel for a pulse, solemnly shake his head, and closed the eyes of the deceased? Those were moments when the temptation was strongest, especially when expecting and demanding eyes fell on him to save a loved one.

“I am so sorry,” Asmund murmured, looking up at the woman. “I will have to do further examination to determine a cause of death, but there is nothing I can do. You were close, I take it?” He stood, using a little wave of his hand to conjure a sheet to cover the body with swiftly. Another blanket, thicker and softer, appeared in his hands and he unfolded it as he approached the woman, offering it to her. “It’ll help with the shock. Let’s get you somewhere safe, okay?”

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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WHAT IS YOUR TRAGIC FLAW?

Author’s Note: Because I’ve done this for Loki before, I’m going to do this for one of my secondary muses, in this case, Asmund

tagged by: @masterofthepastandpresent tagging: @dominionovershadows @ofcharredbones @nottobecrossed @imsureyouare @lxvingdeadgxrl @ladysifwarriorborn @eirgoddessofdarkness @inadxquacy @bornofbloodandwater and whoever else wants to do this

You Got: Impulsiveness

You don't think before you act, or get mad, or even speak. Before the notion has finished forming itself in your brain, you rush to make it real, and every nanosecond that it takes is agony. Good meals take time. Successful careers take years of hard work. The things most worth having require patience. You need to work on your long game. So relax and take it slow for once.

#( side muse ) asmund #index; loki #filed under; affiliates #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #tagged meme #{ yeah... asmund can be pretty fucking impulsive #that's true af }

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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Out of all of your muses and all of the other people you know.... who... bleps?!?!

{ outofmagic }

Bleps? As in that thing that pets do where they stick their tongue out and just leave it pressed between their lips for extended periods of time?

Um, honestly, Loki actually does this. He’s the most feline-like of all my muses and if someone says something that just really throws him through a loop (so much so that he can’t immediately make his brain digest and understand what was said) or he’s just genuinely stunned by something, he’ll stick his tongue out and leave the tip sitting between his lips while he contemplates what just happened.

He’s not entirely aware that he does this, but if someone points it out to him, he will most certainly deny it.

As far as some of my other muses that might do it? Asmund certainly does, though he’s fully aware of it and doesn’t really care if people think it’s embarrassing, cute, or something else. Loki’s Jotun siblings run a high risk of doing it too. Ulla, Ragna, and Agnar, though Ulla probably does it the most. Saga might also do this from time to time.

Oh, and Jörmungandr and Fenrir both do this a lot because, you know, giant ass snake and giant ass wolf.

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storiesofwildfire · 4 years

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WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

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author’s note: because I’ve already done this for Loki and a few of my side muses, I’m going to do it for another side muse, in this case, Asmund!

Result: MASK

You hide your pain behind a mask,. Maybe you feel you can't be helped, maybe you think no one cares, maybe you don't want to hurt anyone else with it, you're afraid of being judged, or maybe there's another reason.

But whatever the reason, you fake a smile and try to function normally even though you're one step away from falling apart. Secretly, you wish someone would notice it's a mask, ask you if you're really okay, see right through and make it be okay somehow. You're hurt and a little angry that no one's noticed yet, but you'll never admit it.

White lies, not that bad... Are they?

#( side muse ) asmund #index; loki #filed under; affiliates #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #mun's ocs #tagged meme #( queue ) it burns queue to have come so close #{ wow okay... you did not need to call my son out like this quiz but uhhh #you right }

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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sparkling water.

{ @raidstombs } || luxury headcanons – status; accepting

SPARKLING WATER: what are your top three songs for the summer?

“Oh, um�� I’ll be honest, I don’t really have a ‘playlist’ or whatever it is that Midgardians call their collection of music. I’m afraid I’m not terribly familiar with most Midgardian music, but I do really enjoy listening to Lyra and Loki play together. Loki’s always been very musically inclined. Even when he was Lyra’s age, he could play the most beautiful pieces on his violin. Listening to them play together brings a tear to my eye every time. It’s one of the times I’ve seen Loki at his happiest.

“So, in short, I’d have to say that anything those two play together would have to be my top picks?” Asmund paused for a moment. “Though, I do keep hearing this song on the radio called Can’t Stop the Feeling. It’s kind of ridiculous, but it’s catchy and uplifting. Sometimes I catch Jonah dancing to it in the kitchen when he’s cooking.”

#( private verse ; raidstombs ) mutual obsession #( side muse ) asmund #c; lara croft #raidstombs #ask asmund #answered prayers #index; loki #filed under; affiliates #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #mun's ocs #{ i already answered this for loki #so i took the opportunity to casually slide some asmund your way :d }

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storiesofwildfire · 7 years

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Asmund; Loki’s Healer -- a headcanon

NAME: Asmund Arneson AGE: 2,190 Asgardian years (about twice as old as Lokii GENDER: Male FACE CLAIM: Diego Luna PARENTS: Arne Knutson (father) ;; mother unknown SIBLINGS: Gael Arneson OTHER RELATIVES: None OCCUPATION: Personal healer to the second prince of Asgard, Loki Odinson. Specializes in health and care of Jotuns.

RELATIONSHIP TO LOKI: Asmund is Loki’s healer, mentor, and supporter.

STATUS ON BLOG: Secondary muse that is available for interaction for developed plots and people who already roleplay with Loki and wish to get to know other characters that make up his world. He may also show up in threads if it makes sense for him to make an appearance. Please be aware that Asmund is the mun’s OC. He is not canon and is not available for public use.

When Odin made the decision to bring an infant Jotun into his home, he knew that hiding Loki’s true origins would never be an easy task. It would take a great deal of magic to keep the truth from coming to the surface, even for the young boy as he grew. Accidents were likely to happen. Slips in energy, conflicting magic between father and son, even burns or exposure to extreme temperature. There was a long laundry list that the All-Father needed to tick in order to protect Loki and the rest of Asgard from the horrible truth.

The All-Father only entrusted three other individuals with the knowledge of Loki’s heritage.

Frigga, his wife and Loki’s mother. Sigurd, his right-hand adviser who was involved with every inch of Asgard’s political system, and Asmund, a gifted male healer who would be entrusted with providing Loki with the best and most appropriate care a growing Jotun would require.

Asmund’s position was incredibly difficult, not only because he needed to learn the differences between Asgardian and Jotun biology, but he also needed to keep Loki’s true origins from everyone, the prince included. He hung in a delicate balance of providing Loki with proper care any time the prince fell ill or suffered a severe injury while still treating him like he was an average Aesir.

While Loki would, on occasion, see other healers for minor injuries or pain, 99% of the time, it would be Asmund tending to him. Asmund’s number one priority was to care for the Second Prince of Asgard, and he rarely took on other patients because of his assignment.

Asmund, however, never grew bitter of this. In fact, as he tended to Loki over the years, he became quite fond of the youngster’s adventurous and curious spirit. Loki had so much to offer Asgard and despite his Jotun lineage, he possessed the power and the mind to change the Nine forever, perhaps even expand it. As Loki grew, he even began tutoring him in the way of healing magic, just so the young prince could care for himself and his allies if a healer couldn’t reach them.

He would also drop subtle hints to the youngster about his differences from other Asgardians. Asmund was no fool and never reveal the truth to Loki, be he reinforced the idea of his uniqueness and that he needed to take special care of himself, even in the face of his peers ignoring their own personal care.

Even into Loki’s adult years, he remained firmly loyal to going to Asmund whenever he needed medical attention. Asmund was one of the few people to help Loki through his extremely trying and difficult pregnancies.

Asmund was also one of the only individuals to openly oppose Odin’s treatment of Loki when the truth finally bubbled to the surface. He argued that he couldn’t possibly expect the second prince to react well to the truth of being a Jotun after 1,000 years of being led to believe that not only was he an Aesir, but that he ought to hate and fear Jotuns like every other person on the realm.

Rebelling against Odin put a great deal of strain on Asmund’s life, especially when Loki reappeared on Midgard after his fall. The healer found himself imprisoned for treason when he made the decision to go to Loki and aid him once it was confirmed that he wasn’t dead.

After all, his entire life had been consumed with caring for Loki. It became second nature to him.

Because of his fierce loyalty to Loki, he connected well with Loki’s sorcerer friends, but he became the closest with Fródi, Loki’s personal manservant, and Sigurd, Loki’s biggest supporter for taking up the throne instead of Thor.

#( side muse ) asmund #( side muse ) frodi #( side muse ) sigurd #index; loki #filed under; affiliates #filed under; headcanons #index; secondary muses #filed under; asmund #filed under; fródi #filed under; sigurd #mun's ocs #( storiesofwildfire headcanon ) chaos is about that which is possible

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