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day 14: mistletoe | chwe hansol.
↳ the one about hansol avoiding every mistletoe if you’re under it
◇ chwe hansol x female reader
◇ angst with happy ending | friends to lovers
◇ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing. if i missed anything else please let me know!
◇ 2084 words (lol are we surprised?)
authors note: this is for day 14 of @svthub december prompt challenge: mistletoe. please let me know what you think and i hope you guys enjoy!
another note: i can't believe this is so long lol i guess i really can't help myself when it comes to hansol dfhdjhdj
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nonieeee
[10:00pm] nonieeee: where are you?
The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself after seeing the message your best friend had sent. He spent the whole night avoiding you, outright at some points even, and now wants to know where you are.
Fucking typical that is.
Usually, it’s something you can brush off easily, aware that he prefers to be somewhere else instead of attending big parties such as this, but you were hoping that tonight would’ve been different.
Wearing his favourite red dress that you own and the necklace he gifted you on your birthday, you wished that Hansol would finally take notice of you, and finally see the way you feel about him. In turn, you hoped that he feels the same about you too.
But, he crushed any chance of that happening with the way he’d been acting, so you spend the rest of the night nursing a glass of wine one after the other. Finally feeling somewhat numb, you’re not going to let him ruin the rest of the night for you.
[10:05pm] you: why do you care
[10:05pm] nonieeee: why wouldn’t i?
You almost can’t believe that you really have to spell it out for him, especially in your inebriated state. Almost.
[10:06pm] you: youve been tryging to avoidf me all nigth
[10:06pm] nonieeee: are you drunk?
Rolling your eyes, you down the last drops of your sixth wine of the night before replying.
[10:07pm] you: i am notttttt
Placing your phone down on the bar, you ask the bartender for another glass. After taking a few sips of your drink, you finally notice the blinking notification on your phone.
[10:07pm] nonieeee: how much have you had to drink?
[10:10pm] nonieeee: y/n where are you?
[10:12pm] you: im fgine nonieeeeere
[10:12pm] you: go bacjk to ignroing me
[10:13pm] nonieeee: i haven’t been ignoring you
You may not be sober but the way Hansol is acting right now is confusing, even if you were. Not one part of you understands why he’s suddenly acting like this and you can’t tell whether he’s being dumb or he’s really not understanding what is happening.
Whatever the case is, your patience has been long gone and replaced by hurt. No longer able to hold it in, you embrace the liquid courage coursing your veins and finally speak your mind. Maybe, your heart too.
[10:17pm] you: omgg yes yuo hav
[10:17pm] you: you bolted as sooon as i said hii toy ou,. left the ktcihen when i entered nd left the couch as soon as i satt dwon next toyo u
[10:19pm] you: ibet youre wonderngi where i am just so youu cani gnore me again
[10:20pm] nonieeee: that’s not true
You laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, though there’s no mirth to it. Finishing the rest of your drink, you throw all caution out the window.
[10:22pm] you: i even worem y pretty dress that you likee and the neckalce that you gotm e formy birthday because i wnted you tos ee me, to finally notice me
[10:23pm] you: but dont worrryy i gett itn ow. im out of th eway so you can enjoy the rest oft he party
[10:23pm] you: im gna drnik somr more and maybe do som dncing
As you attempt to put away your phone, it vibrates again in your hand.
[10:24pm] nonieeee: listen i can explain
[10:24pm] nonieeee: tell me where you are pls
Just when you’re about to reply, you feel a familiar presence next to you that makes you look up, but you’re disappointed to see that it’s not the person you’re longing to see. “What are you doing here, Mingyu?” you ask, voice slurry from the alcohol.
Mingyu waits for you to take the glass of water he’s offering and to drink it before he replies, “Seungcheol and Joshua sent me. They’re worried about how much alcohol you’re having.”
“I don’t mean to worry anyone,” you pout.
“We know,” he smiles. “What’s got you down?”
Sighing, you reach for the second glass of water he’s placed in front of you and down it too. “Hansol’s been avoiding me all night.”
“Ah.”
“I tried to look pretty for him, so I can pull him under a mistletoe and confess my feelings for him.”
Mingyu’s eyes sparkle, like he knows a secret he can’t share, but it’s gone before you know it and it leaves you questioning whether it’s something you imagined in your drunken haze.
“Well, maybe you still have a chance,” he says. “Why don’t we go and find a mistletoe that you can stand under and get him to find you? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.”
“Mkay,” you nod, “let me just send him a message real quick.”
[10:37pm] you: yknow hansol i like like liek like like likel ike like you like realllyyyyy reallyyyy like you
[10:39pm] you: but icant deal with thsi right noww
[10:39pm] you: i gotta dot his mistletoe thing wtih mingyu
[10:40pm] you: bye
Just before you shove your phone in your purse, you feel it vibrate once, twice, too many times to count, but you refuse to check it. He was avoiding your presence so the way you see it, you can avoid his messages.
Mingyu sets out two more glasses of water for you which you gratefully accept, sobering up as you finish the last glass. Needing to relieve yourself, he offers to wait for you by the door.
When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is there holding out his hand and when you raise your hand to reach for him, another hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend. Confused, you look back and see Mingyu beaming at you, holding two thumbs up in the air.
Turning back to your wrist, you immediately recognise the ring on his pinky finger and the watch you gifted him on his wrist. The person who has a hold of you is none other than your best friend Hansol Vernon Chwe himself, the person who’s avoided you all night and shattered your heart into pieces.
“Let me go,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the loud pumping music.
“No,” he replies without looking back, continuing to drag you through the crowd.
“Hansol, let me go,” you repeat, hurt evident in your voice.
Halting in his tracks, Hansol turns to face you, “No, I’m not letting you go again.” Something in his tone makes you think he means more than what he’s saying and you guess right when he adds, “Just… please let me explain. I don’t want to lose you like this.”
Concern floods your features and you grow more nervous than before, but find yourself nodding to his request. It’s not like you’re gonna say no, you never have when it comes to him.
In a short while, he leads you through a door and out into the backyard, not stopping until he reaches a tree away from the crowd. Turning to finally face you, Hansol takes his time to look at you, really look at you, his stare making you feel like he can see your soul.
“Why were you avoiding me?” you break first, unable to bear the tension.
“I wasn’t—”
“Yes, you were—”
“I wasn’t avoiding you, I was avoiding the mistletoe!” Hansol raises his voice just enough so you can hear him over your own thoughts. Finally letting go of your wrist, much to your dismay, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of you.
“Why were you avoiding the mistletoe?” you prod, knowing that he needs your assistance in order to continue.
Sighing, he stops his pacing and comes back to face you. “The guys had this plan,” he starts and you make sure to listen since he’s finally opening up to you. “They were gonna get the both of us under the mistletoe and get us to kiss.”
The revelation has you reeling and your heart starts to beat so fast that it might beat right out of your chest. “Wait, so you avoided me because you didn’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course, I didn’t want to kiss you,” he confirms and if your heart wasn’t broken before, it certainly is now.
“Wow, that’s um, great—”
“It’s not like that,” Hansol clarifies quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand further. “The reason I didn’t want to kiss you was because I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you.”
“Why would that ruin everything?” you ask but Hansol doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own head and feelings.
“But then, you said you were going to kiss Mingyu,” he continued, voice pained, “and it turns out that I was going to lose you even if I didn’t kiss you.”
“I wasn’t going to kiss—”
“I don’t want you to kiss him,” Hansol looks at you, broken. “Especially not after all you said in those texts.”
Dread fills you and suddenly you feel queasy from more than just the alcohol. “What did I say?” you ask in a panic, your memory failing you.
Hansol closes the gap between your bodies and cups your face in his hands, “You said that you wanted me to see you, really see you—”
“Oh god, I—”
“—and that you really like me.”
The urge to run breaches the surface. “Listen, Hansol I—”
“I’m in love with you,” Hansol confesses and you swear your heart stops beating. “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything and that’s why I thought I was going to ruin everything if I kissed you. So, don’t kiss Mingyu. Please.”
“I was never going to,” you finally get to tell him. “The whole reason he was taking me to a mistletoe was so I could stand there and wait for you to show up. He was going to fetch you straight after.”
“Really?” he asks, face lighting up with hope.
Nodding, you wrap your hands around his wrists while he still holds you. “You’re such an idiot,” you scold lightly, tears of joy welling up at the corners of your eyes.
“I’m your idiot.”
“You’re blind too.”
“The same goes for you,” Hansol scoffs.
Stepping closer until your chest to chest, your lips brush against his. “Too bad there isn’t a mistletoe out here,” you tease.
“Actually, there is one,” he swallows nervously, pointing at a tree branch above you. There it is, in all its glory, tied with a red string. “I put it up there, in case I ever got the courage to actually confess to you the way I wanted to.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“Can I kiss you yet?” Hansol whines, leaning his forehead against yours.
Smiling, you cave in, kissing him just as you wanted.
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[10:41pm] nonieeee: what?
[10:41pm] nonieeee: what mistletoe?
[10:42pm] nonieeee: y/n!
[10:42pm] nonieeee: what are you talking about?
[10:42pm] nonieeee: where are you?
[10:43pm] nonieeee: are you kidding me right now?
[10:43pm] nonieeee: y/n!! stop!!
[10:43pm] nonieeee: reply back to me right now
[10:47pm] nonieeee: and mingyu isn’t answering me either so that’s just great :)
[10:47pm] nonieeee: y/n i’ve been in love with you for the longest time i can’t believe you’re so blind
[10:48pm] nonieeee: how come you never said anything???
[10:50pm] nonieeee: wait don’t answer that, i should’ve known but i was too busy pretending that i was imagining things because i don’t deserve someone as amazing as you hahaha
[10:51pm] nonieeee: also you looked so beautiful tonight i lost all my fucking brain cells
[10:52pm] nonieeee: i can’t believe i avoided you all night just for this to happen
[10:52pm] nonieeee: and i can’t believe i’m saying all of this to you through text instead of in person
[10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m sorry you like an idiot like me
[10:53pm] nonieeee: please stay where you are
[10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m gonna come and find you
[10:55pm] nonieeee: no matter what happens, please don’t kiss mingyu
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[03:00pm] you: hansol?
[03:00pm] nonieeee: yes, my beloved
[03:01pm] you: i 🌋 you (get it? i lava you)
[03:02pm] nonieeee: now who’s cheesy?
[03:02pm] nonieeee: i 🌋 you too :)
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May’s Featured Game: Cadeau
DEVELOPER(S): HALFWORLDstudios
ENGINE: RPG Maker VX Ace
GENRE: Horror, Fantasy, Puzzle
WARNINGS: Blood, Mild Gore, Suicide Mentions, Death
SUMMARY: Cadeau is an RPG Horror game about a lonely, yet stubborn, young woman named Charlotte-- who finds herself in a world unknown to man, wearing clothes that do not belong to her. Wonderful and tragic events are to follow suit, as all of her greatest wishes come true. However, as these things often go, her happiness does not come without consequence...
Play the beta here!
Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!
Introduce yourself!
Macdev: Greetings and salutations. I'm Mac, writer, artist, and programmer for Cadeau, as well as the founder of Halfworld. I've loved Rpg games since I was about 10, and have been creating them since!
Bruno: My name is Bruno and I'm the music composer. I got into game music approx 2 years ago and I've currently made music for a couple of games and other projects, and Cadeau was the first one of them.
Aidan: I'm Aidan/kanteramcneil on Tumblr! I'm one of the voice actors, and I'm super excited to be able to follow Cadeau's progress! I've been in the RpgMaker community for a few years now and I adore being able to watch all the devs progress and grow
Rindre: Hi I'm Rin! Currently, I'm on an indefinite hiatus, but Big Mac managed to catch me, chain me up to a chair, and make me say stuff about myself against my will. So... I make games, I guess. - Note from macdev: Erm, not true? These accusations are SLANDER and I will not stand for it.
WariA: Hello! I’m WaraiA, one of the voice actors of Cadeau — A pleasure to meet you!
I will be voicing the oh so mysterious ‘Your Admirer’, so please look forward to listening to my antics ☆〜（ゝ。∂）
I am a Japanese/Chinese Australian born citizen, with a tendency to speak in an American accent. Any pronouns are fine for me
My most notable role so far has been Harpae from Pocket Mirror, so some of you may be familiar with my voice already! Nothing much has changed — I enjoy cosplaying, role playing, drawing every once in a blue moon, Final Fantasy XIV, and most importantly, catboys (Nael, I’m coming for you, boy) As ‘Your Admirer’ is a rather elusive character, I cannot disclose much. But I do suggest always keeping one eye open throughout your journey
What is your project about? What inspired you to create your game initially?
*Macdev: Cadeau is a game about a troubled young woman named Charlotte Émile-- who is a "tomboyish" and bold individual who has been unfortunately presented loneliness by a series of disastrous events. After giving up on companionship, she miraculously receives an affectionate letter from a mysterious person aliased as her "Admirer". This "Admirer" character beckons poor Charlotte to visit them at a mysterious well in the woods, and to come armed with nothing but a strange golden coin. From there, madness ensues. Our protagonist must learn of her past and the events that lead to her misfortune, all while becoming entangled in a family drama rooted in witchcraft, raging years before her unexpected arrival. It is a story about self-love, friendship, acceptance, magic, and all that corny-ness.
Sounds fun, right?
My initial inspiration was The Witches House. The game was originally meant to be simple, and maybe an hour or 45 minutes long. A simple story, and a straightforward 2-ending path.... How have we managed to get here from that?
How long did you work on your project?
*Macdev: Two years, I believe! Its anniversary is April 8th. In the beginning, it was very off and on-- because I was having a difficult time with school and-- as I mention-- organization. So not a whole lot of progress was made then. I'm proud to say I've been chugging quite a bit faster than my previous pace!
Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project?
*Macdev: My inspiration would probably lie in Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts, and Alice returns to madness. As for RPG games? The Witch's House, Havenfell, and Pocket Mirror. As well as many other beautiful artists and creators in the video game community.
Overall, my biggest inspiration for this game has got to be the stop-motion movie: Coraline. I even reference the movie once or twice in Cadeau. The tone of Coraline, and the whimsical yet eerie people and creatures within it give me inspiration for this game. It was very much a favorite of mine when I was younger, and that still applies today!
Have you come across any challenges during development? How have you overcome or worked around them?
*Macdev: The biggest problem I've run into has been a lack of structure. In the beginning, I hadn't even written out the story halfway. I was just pulling ideas from thin air, going back and forth, and deleting entire concepts-- only to bring them back and re-arrange them as I went. Characters weren't fully dished out; the game didn't even have an ending. This state of creating is fine, but not when you have other people expecting things from you. Thankfully, things are sailing much MUCH smoother than before.
Did any aspects of your project change over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept?
*Macdev: It's absolutely taken a turn from what it was originally! As I say, it was meant to be an extremely short game in the beginning, and now obviously that’s not the case. The goal for Cadeau now is: around 2-3 hours long in playtime, and full of many diverse character types! As well as a storyline that extends far more than face value. Which is in high contrast to the basic, short, immemorable experience that it was going to be.
What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone?
*Macdev: I do have a wonderful, beautiful, talented team working with me on Cadeau.
- A composer! (Bruno Buglisi),
- As well as voice actors! (WariA as Allete, Aiden/kanteramcneil as The Botanist, and Rindre (who I have definitely not kidnapped...) as The Maiden)
I met everyone in the team through volunteer posts-- and I had never done that before-- but it worked very surprisingly well! We worked very quickly together, and we had a very mutual understanding of what each other wanted. It feels good to know I have such talented people helping this game come to fruition. I owe a whole lot to them for helping the game become what it is now.
What was the best part of developing the game?
Macdev: Being able to make the world in your head interactable, for sure. Since I was 8, maybe even younger, I have loved writing stories and making art. Webcomics were my main thing as a kid, so story-telling is something I’ve always loved. So, the fact that I can turn my ideas into something someone can experience and interact with is a wonderful feeling. There's nothing more fulfilling, honestly!
Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing?
*Macdev: Very often, actually! I try not to ride too close to the material I see in other games, but I do gain lots of inspiration from my fellow creators! One thing I am laser-focused on, though, is making Cadeau quite unique content-wise. I want it to have very interesting, uncommon puzzles and mechanics that you may not expect from this type of game-- or one of this engine. So far, I think I've achieved this-- so look out for that!
Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?)
*Macdev: My favorite character has got to be The Botanist. At the beginning of the game he has no dialogue, yet still presents such a strong personality. They are kind, thoughtful, and absolutely adorable. Look at that foofy hair! I'm a sucker for it.
Their character arc is something I'm excited for. It's been a blast writing it so far-- and I won’t spoil anything-- but you guys will love him. I'm sure of it.
Now if we're talking character design, Naël has got to be my favorite. He recently received a “tune-up,” as I would like to call it, and I think everything works together very cohesively in his design now. It's probably one of my favorites out of all of them, at this point.
Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently?
*Macdev: Thankfully, things worked out perfectly-- and the universe blessed me with a wonderful team in the end-- but it was very stressful once I realized I had asked for help way too early.
I essentially made a single map, and a little character sheet-- then asked for a whole team to help me out. As I said, it luckily worked out in the end. Now we have so many amazing people helping us-- but we also lost a few in the madness-- and that's a mistake on my part, 100%.
If you don't know what you want, it's hard to ask for help. It will lead to confusion, lots of back and forth, frustration, etc... Just wait until your way further in development. Trust me. I know it’s easy to jump the gun and shoot for the stars, but sometimes it won’t work out as well as it has for the Cadeau team!
Do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is?
*Macdev: I won't say as of now! The idea of a sequel/prequel has floated around, but if it does come to fruition, it won't be until way after the release of Cadeau. We'll just have to see. (This isn’t to say I’m not hopeful!)
With your current project, what do you look most forward to upon/after release?
*Macdev: I have so many amazing project ideas lined up for after the release of Cadeau. I won’t spill too much, so they'll be more of a surprise-- but they range from classic, adventure-themed true RPG's-- to 3D teenage-thrillers. I'm honestly stoked, there's so much in store for Halfworld.
Is there something you’re afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game?
*Macdev: I think my biggest fear is letting people down. Also, I worry about losing interest or having people form the idea that the game is never going to be completed.
It’s just going to take some time, is all, and that’s okay!
Do you have any advice for upcoming devs?
*Macdev: I already mentioned above not to jump the gun and ask for help too early, so some more advice I'll give: is to keep all your material, all your ideas, and all your concepts in one concise place. I would say do it digitally from the get-go, but if you would prefer to write it down physically that's fine! Just make sure it's only one or 2 notebooks, and not 13.
The information for Cadeau is spread throughout my hideous mound of notebooks, as I get up during ungodly hours of the night to scrawl a sudden idea down. So, I'm currently in the process of moving them to one digital spot-- and while it's generally easy-- I would have been able to avoid it if I had just put everything in one spot in the beginning.
Oh, and back up your progress regularly! I have separate backups of Cadeau from months in 2 different years, and in 4 different places. So, I take backups very seriously—and so should you!
Question from last month's featured dev @atlasatrium: What's your favorite RPG Maker game and why?
*Aidan: I love End roll, Ib, OFF, Prom Dreams, From Next Door, and Aria's Story!
Bruno: Mm, definitely Long Gone Days (though it’s not being made on rpgmaker now) Midnight Train, Heartbeat and Glitched!
WariA: I don't really have any :0 the devs I've worked with so far have all been really sweet (´꒳`);;
Macdev: This is a tough question! I have a lot of favorites. Probably Stray Cat Crossing overall, but I also love Home and Starboy. Starboy brings a lot of memories, and Stray Cat Crossing was what inspired me to start making games! Oh, and Home is just very cute.
We mods would like to thank HALFWORLDstudios for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!
Remember to check out Cadeau if you haven’t already! See you next month!
- Mods Gold & Platinum
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Ivars Affection Would Include:
Warnings: Lots of fluff and some smut.
Requests are open.
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Ivar was very affectionate towards you.
Under that tough exterior he was the cuddliest person you had ever come across - though he would never let anyone but you see that side of him.
He wasn't good at putting his emotions into words, so he would show his love for you through physical affection.
To put it simply; if he did not receive a minimum of three kisses by lunchtime, he would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
He would wake up before you, just so he could hold your sleeping body.
You often would wake up to him stroking his fingers down your spine.
Or covering your face and neck in light kisses.
Or because he had his face between your legs.
He loved to cuddle. A lot.
He preferred being the big spoon because liked having you in his arms to make sure you were safe and protected.
But sometimes he would be the little spoon - usually on nights when his legs were particularly painful or when he had a stressful day.
He loved to sneak up on you and hug you from behind. He liked this for two reasons. One was because he liked to surprise you with hugs and kisses. But the second (and biggest) reason why he loved this was because it gave him full access to kiss and nibble your sweet spot on your neck, whilst letting his hands freely roam around your breasts.
Talking of breasts, he loved them.
If he wasn't staring at them, he would be touching them, kissing them, or squeezing them.
He also loved kisses.
Kisses in the morning.
Kisses in the afternoon.
Kisses at night.
He would wake you up in the middle of the night, just to kiss you.
He loved to lightly peck you on the lips in the morning.
He loved to kiss you roughly with all the hunger in the world in between meetings.
He loved to kiss you slowly and passionately in the dead of night.
He loved the hot and sloppy kisses you shared as he thrust deep inside you.
He loved trailing kisses down your soft skin.
He loved to plant kisses on your inner thighs, watching your squirm under his touch.
He also loved being inside you.
Whether it be on his throne, in the bed or on a table.
He loved to hear your moans as he thrust deep and hard inside of you, making your legs shake.
He loved how your body would respond to his touch, whether it be when he trails his hands down your soft thighs or when he kisses and gropes your breasts.
The way you whimpered and moaned for him to go deeper drove him crazy.
He loved to hear you scream his name - and every night he made your screams known throughout the whole building.
To put it bluntly, he would go mad without your touch.
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The last one turns off the light - Chapter 2
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Bjorn, Torvi, Sigurd & Uncle Alfy
Bjorn stared at the coffin in the living room. It was a strange feeling to see it standing here, now that it was the right one - they had taken an extra look before the funeral home had left. It left a certain kind of heaviness on Bjorn's heart, and the pain of losing his father bored into his mind a little more real with this sight. Bjorn was tough, and he would hardly show any outward emotion here either - yet there was something numbing about it.
Aslaug and Ragnar's house slowly filled up. Relatives trickled in, and the priest came as well. He shook hands with Bjorn, Sigurd, and Torvi; he seemed kind and composed, and Bjorn was grateful that he did not offer his condolences as well. The fact that this funeral was much earlier than they thought was hard enough.
"I think we should start as soon as everyone gets here. Is Ivar going to give the speech after me?" the priest asked with a smile; Bjorn scratched his head slightly, then shook his head.
"Oh no, I'll... I'll give that one."
"Oh." the priest said, smiling encouragingly at Bjorn; he nodded to the three as he turned to more guests. Bjorn turned his gaze to Sigurd, who could hardly contain his laughter.
"What? That's not funny, he looked at me like I was learning disabled," Bjorn muttered; he could feel Torvi lightly stroking his back as Sigurd still laughed softly.
"You are learning disabled. That's probably what everyone who hears the news thinks," he grumbled, cashing in on a smack to the back of his head from Torvi. The three were silent for a moment; then Bjorn suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at a man mingling with the guests with a soft smile. He seemed odd; he had brown curls and didn't seem like he knew anyone here.
"Look at that guy, Sigurd. Who the hell is that?" he whispered; his brother and Torvi also turned their gaze to the strange man, and Torvi raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe he's a friend of your father?" she said quietly; the three of them smiled affectedly as the guy looked in their direction with a soft smile.
"He's looks like a fag."
"Sigurd!"
"What, look at him. We know dad's friends, they're all different than that one. Oh my god, and here comes Uncle Alfy, oh shit. Did he have to come in a wheelchair?" Sigurd grumbled, and Bjorn had to stifle a smile. He knew exactly what Sigurd meant; Uncle Alfy may have been old, but he was by no means a smart mouth. He had the meanest mouth after Ivar, and was never above beating up people who got in his way with his cane or calling them potato Nazis.
"He just can't walk right." Bjorn retorted; he waved at Uncle Alfy, and was only dismissed with a grumbling look.
"He'll never forgive you for taking his...heeeey, Uncle Alfy!" Sigurd said, amused, as Uncle Alfy scowled and rolled over to them, and Bjorn patted him lightly on the back. Uncle Alfy's mouth twisted; he looked at the three of them and then wrinkled his nose.
"What are you losers doing here, standing around so stupid? Can we get this started now?" Uncle Alfy grumbled, looking up at Sigurd, who by now had almost hidden his smile again.
"We're still waiting for our brothers, Uncle Alfy."
"What, aren't those bums here yet? And cut your hair, you look like a used tampon!" the old man grunted before pushing past them, almost running over Sigurd's foot in the process.
Sigurd crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "My God, why didn't he bite the dust instead of Dad? I don't think he's ever had any kind words for us. He used to call me a rug rat when I was a kid."
"Excuse me?"
A soft, masculine voice addressed Bjorn from the side; Bjorn turned slightly to the side and saw that it was the strange man from a moment ago they had been talking about; he returned the smile wanly and raised his eyebrows as the man began to speak softly.
"Hello, I'm really very sorry to bother you here... I... I'm an old friend of your father's, and I've heard a lot about you. You're Bjorn, aren't you?" the man said kindly; Bjorn's eyebrows drew together slightly, but then he nodded bluntly. His eyes remained on the man, who was still looking at him in an overly friendly manner; something told him that something was wrong with the man.
"Yes... exactly. Is there something I can do for you?" Bjorn asked.
The man smiled. "Did your father ever mention me? My name is Athelstan."
Bjorn considered; he breathed in and out for a moment, his mind actually elsewhere than on an old friend of his father's, and gave Sigurd a quick glance, who only rolled his eyes.
"No, he didn't."
"Oh, what a pity. Do you think we can talk a little later? I have something important to discuss with you."
"What here, now?" Bjorn asked; he looked at the strange man, and he nodded slightly. What was on the guy's mind? They were at his father's funeral, and no one really knew him - Bjorn could suppress his anger, but his confusion certainly jumped in the man's face.
But when Bjorn wanted to retort something less friendly, he came to no answer, because the doors of the front door opened again, and his brothers entered.
Ubbe, Ivar, Heahmund, Hvitserk & Eggsy
"Holy shit, I hate funerals," Ivar grumbled; his hand had clasped around Heahmund's forearm as he gave various relatives a smiling look.
Ivar didn't like death in general; but to be at his father's funeral now, that was really completely something he was inwardly resisting. He didn't like to feel grief, and he didn't like to see anyone feeling grief - especially his own family. His hand gripped tighter around Heahmund's arm, and he pulled Hvitserk along with him as well, who turned his head in all directions, slightly confused.
"Wow.", Hvitserk said quietly; his gaze went over the windows in confusion, and he pointed to the large pane in the living room that led out to the garden. "Dude, that looks like it's indoors outside. This room is so green."
"What?" Ivar grunted; though of course it was terrible that Hvitserk was on Eggsy's tablets; but they had to make the best of it. Stick it out, and hope no one exchanged too many words with the extremely confused Hvitserk. Ivar felt a slight chill run down his arm when he saw his father's coffin placed in the middle of the room - there was something real about it that made the whole situation not quite as funny anymore; at least for the moment Ivar's eyes were fixed on the coffin. But that was quickly changed again when he had to pull Hvitserk to him once more so that he wasn't running around haphazardly in the area.
"He's as high as anything... Just be glad Ubbe hasn't noticed anything yet," Heahmund murmured to him. They both glanced at Ubbe, who had just shaken hands with their aunt and put on his "I'm so terribly sad" look; they stared at him for a moment, then Heahmund sighed.
"I'm going to kill Eggsy for this."
Ivar grinned slightly. "Me too. Which I think is actually quite funny too, I mean... Hvitserk at least isn't sad. He would have cried all the time otherwise, you know him. So, I'd rather like this than have to see him hurt."
"Already, yes... Ah, speak of the devil." Heahmund replied, pointing to the front door; Eggsy was just entering. He was indeed wearing a shirt and jacket and had sensible pants on; but Heahmund's hand went directly to his forehead in embarrassment, and he clicked his tongue. Eggsy was wearing his ever-popular baseball cap and white sneakers to boot.
"He looks like he stole the clothes from the nearest Snipes store," Ivar laughed softly, and had to pull himself together when Aunt Helga gave Eggsy a strange look. Eggsy didn't seem to mind; he winked at Aunt Helga in amusement before joining Heahmund and Ivar. Hvitserk stared open-mouthed at the ceiling.
"Guys, I feel dressed up." Eggsy muttered, scratching at his jacket; Ivar let out a low snort, and almost choked on his own laughter when Ubbe suddenly set his sights on the four of them.
"Shh, be quiet. Ubbe's coming over, and you know what to do. Don't you actually have an antidote for this shit? I'm really scared this is going to go to shit," Ivar whispered, pressed; his arm gripped his brother tighter.
"No, man, how the hell am I supposed to... Well, Ubbe? How are ya? Sorry, funerals aren't my thing at all." Eggsy muttered, throwing Ubbe a smile; Ubbe raised his eyebrows in confusion, then nodded to Ivar and Heahmund.
"The speech of the priest is about to begin. Hvitserk, do you want to sit next to me?" Ubbe said; Hvitserk responded with a snort.
"Hahahaha, nope."
Ivar yanked Hvitserk by the arm even closer, then smiled. "He said he wants to sit next to us, it's okay, right? He's not doing so well, somehow..."
Ubbe raised his eyebrows, then turned his gaze to Heahmund and Ivar, both of whom were putting on absolute innocent airs and trying to look as composed as possible; only Hvitserk was grinning broadly and slightly drooling at Ubbe, while Eggsy scratched the back of his neck, not looking at Ubbe at all, but suddenly finding the carpet pattern on the floor terribly interesting. It took exactly two seconds for Ubbe to grab Eggsy hard by the back of the neck and pull him along.
"Hey, what the...?" Eggsy said still; he gave Ivar an uncertain look as he was dragged outside the door by Ubbe; Ivar bit his lower lip hard and looked at Heahmund.
"He knows."
"He sure does."
"I hope he leaves him in one piece, and that before the speech starts. Oh no..." Ivar grumbled, pressing his face lightly into Heahmund's upper arm; but even so he knew it was no use. "Uncle Alfy's coming over. Shoot me, please, Heahmund."
Ivar had actually still had the best rapport with Uncle Alfy; but now that he was finally appearing in public with Heahmund for the first time, he wasn't quite so sure it would end well. Uncle Alfy was already rough and rude when it came to normal people, but Ivar had a burning feeling in his throat that the old man wouldn't find his boyfriend all that funny. His fingers clutched tighter at Heahmund, and he smiled at the grumpy old man from a distance, who was slowly rolling toward them.
Hvitserk beside them audibly choked on his own spit as he murmured softly to Ivar, "Do you see a bear on a unicycle, too?"
Ubbe & Eggsy
"WHAT the hell did you do?" Ubbe murmured darkly as his fingers dug into Eggsy's collar; Eggsy gulped, but he looked at Ubbe openly, albeit with a slight look of panic in his eyes.
Ubbe had pulled him around the corner of the house so the other guests wouldn't see them; it was beautiful weather outside, and yet on a day like this it was supposed to be forbidden. But even when he had gotten up, Ubbe had had the strange feeling in his bones that something was wrong. That no matter how hard they tried, this day would end in disaster. Because that's just the way their family was. They had always been chaotic, and now that Ragnar was no longer there to keep them in check... Ubbe sighed softly, then pressed Eggsy's back harder against the wall of the house. Brown, warm eyes looked at him, and Ubbe fought the inner urge to weaken. Just not here.
"Theoretically, I didn't do anything wrong, you did. Just hypothetically, I mean.", Eggsy stuttered; his lips were slightly parted as Ubbe pressed him harder against the wall.
"What have you done? What's wrong with Hvitserk? Do you think I'm stupid? I could tell in the car when he was talking about imaginary dogs. I know your eyes, Eggsy. So, tell me."
Eggsy exhaled deeply; he turned his gaze briefly to the wonderful garden before meeting Ubbe's bright, blue eyes again. The back of his neck prickled slightly.
"There were no paracetamol in the brown bottle in the hallway. It was a new party drug I mixed together. I couldn't have known you'd give him two of them at once! And anyway, you asked me, and... you don't just take pills like that!" Eggsy complained meekly; Ubbe felt his fingers tighten violently in Eggsy's collar.
"What, you're not serious?!... That means Hvitserk is totally high? Especially today?" he asked, and Eggsy nodded; he flinched slightly as Ubbe released a hand from his collar and balled it up; his left eye tightened in anticipation of a punch, but Ubbe merely boxed his fist into the wall beside him. He exhaled deeply, then looked at Eggsy again.
"Shit... Man, I'd love to punch you in the mouth for that, for real! Do you know what kind of work that's going to be, holding him back? How am I going to explain this to mom? What's going to happen to him?" Ubbe asked darkly; his eyes once again turned to Eggsy, who by now was standing a little looser again and straightening his jacket slightly; he lightly tucked his chin.
"I don't even know myself, I was actually going to throw these in at a party tomorrow. He only has to last 12 hours, roughly, if I've done my math right. Basically, he's just happy and seeing funny colors... and apparently any dogs in the car... barking.", Eggsy said quietly; Ubbe grunted deeply and ran with a slow motion through his hair.
"Heahmund and Ivar know?" he asked, and Eggsy nodded.
"Yeah, since the beginnin'. They're trying to keep him together."
"Oh fuck, this is going to end in a disaster," Ubbe muttered; he could hear more guests entering the house, but he also noticed Eggsy's burning gaze on him. His bright eyes turned back to his future brother-in-law's little brother, his own little brother's best friend.
He looked around when he saw Eggsy's definite look.
"No, Eggsy, not here. You know very well that the risk of getting caught is too high. And despite that, it's Dad's funeral," Ubbe grumbled, trying to suppress the feeling of intense longing as Eggsy's hand closed around his forearm.
"Come on, two minutes. I can make you feel good again! We'll hide in the pantry, nobody goes in there," Eggsy whispered softly, and Ubbe allowed himself to be pulled closer, albeit grumbling.
It had been going on for a while, quite a while, that the two of them met secretly and had something together. It had first happened on one of the evenings he had picked up the unconsciously drunk Ivar and the cheerful Eggsy from a festival; after a very brief discussion of right and wrong, they had fallen over each other so violently that it was still a masturbation fantasy of Ubbe's today. The only problem was that this could never get out. Ivar would never speak a word to either of them again, and Ubbe was sure that Heahmund's fist bump would be legendary and fierce if he found out that Ubbe was fucking his little brother.
But they were also naive about their affair; even now Ubbe looked around slightly before taking Eggsy by the hand and pulling him along to the back entrance of the house.
"I know a perfect place, no one will look for us or find us there. But hurry, the speech is about to start."
Bjorn & Athelstan
"Can I speak to you just now, please?" the oddly curled man said after Bjorn greeted his brothers with a nod; Bjorn rolled his eyes slightly and looked around, but then nodded. He turned briefly to Torvi, who was standing next to him.
"I'm just going to go talk to this strange guy, maybe he'll go away. You just make sure everything goes according to plan here. And keep Sigurd and Ivar apart, okay? Where did Ubbe go anyway? He was supposed to bring me something," Bjorn muttered, and Torvi shrugged; she affirmed his task, however, before Bjorn took the strange man into one of the back rooms with a stiff nod.
They went into their father's study room; here were bookshelves, his expensive, large desk, and other things he liked; his father had always liked to retreat here. Bjorn breathed heavily; it was almost as if he could still smell his father's heavy aftershave in this room.
"Why don't you sit down? I must say, you astonish me a bit.", Bjorn grumbled; he himself sat down across from the guy, still eyeing him with slightly furrowed brows, before the latter began to speak, smiling slightly.
"I know, and I'm also sorry for just showing up today... But it couldn't be helped. Your father and I were very good friends, if you understand." the man said, smiling; he rummaged around in his strange jacket, pulling out a small stack of photos.
Bjorn raised an eyebrow; what was this becoming? Was this becoming a weird slide show? He had a strange feeling in his stomach as he picked up one of the photos, and sure enough: it was his father, along with this guy.
"I see. But what exactly...", Bjorn started, but the man pushed another photo into his hand.
"Here we are in Venice. We've done a lot of tours. And here, your father dressed up as a Viking, that was a party. He looked great, didn't he?"
Bjorn accepted the other photos as well and looked at them. His father looked happy on them, but Bjorn still didn't realize the meaning behind it. He looked at the photos for a moment, then raised his eyebrows again. His gaze fell on the man who still had a photo in his hand, which he held strangely twisted. Bjorn exhaled deeply, then said, "I don't quite understand what they want. I'm going to leave now, and you're going to stay at the funeral normally, okay? I don't have time for this."
"Wait. I have one more thing...You know, I loved your father," the man said, and Bjorn grunted.
"We all did."
"No, I really did lo... oh, see for yourself."
He thrusted the last photo into Bjorn's hand, and Bjorn's mouth dropped open.
For a moment he just stared at the photo like something that didn't exist; like it simply wasn't there, and yet there it was on his hand, staring back at him, pulling all the ground out from under him. It took him a while to even wake up from his stupor, then he hissed.
"What the fuck...No, that's... no."
"Yes, it is, I'm sorry. Did he ever mention me?"
Bjorn swallowed; he stared at the photo where his father and this strange guy were... and that naked. In a clear pose, and his father was grinning at the camera to boot. For a moment Bjorn didn't believe it was true, but there was no doubt in his mind.
"No, did he... oh my God, does our mother know?" Bjorn said; his shock bored deeper and deeper into his bones, and he had to catch himself for a moment. He had expected many things, after all. But guaranteed not that a curly-haired asshole would show up at the funeral and hold out gay photos of him and his father.
"No, she doesn't know, and she doesn't need to know... And that's my problem, you know? Your father and I, we loved each other, and I feel... so cheap, like a tramp, yes. I want a part of the inheritance, otherwise I'll go around showing everyone the photos."
Bjorn stared at the man.
The brown curls and warm face screamed innocence, but he wore the glint of the devil in his eyes. Against this man, Ivar seemed almost the image of the Christian and holy virgin, and Bjorn had to swallow hard.
"You come into our house, and blackmail me at my father's funeral? Really?" he said, and the man shrugged.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know any other way to help myself. Ten years we knew each other."
"Oh man." Bjorn ran his hand over his forehead and sighed deeply; his head was spinning.
Of course, he would have loved to smash the dwarf's skull in and throw him out on edge. But he couldn't ruin his father's reputation either, certainly not in this way, and certainly not on this important day. His mother would have a heart attack, guaranteed, and his brothers first... Bjorn raised his eyes again and grunted darkly.
"How much." he said bluntly, and the man named Athelstan smiled.
"Oh, ten thousand is enough for me. That would be... reasonable."
Bjorn stared at him for a moment; he had to resist his inner urge to smash one of Dad's bronze sculptures on the guy's head here and now; and as he looked around the room, it suddenly struck him all at once what kind of figures they were; fighting, naked men, young men touching each other. He had never paid attention to these statures, but now it felt like the gayness was surrounding him just with every single inch of this room.
"Oh man, Dad...," Bjorn grumbled softly, then turned his gaze back to the guy.
"Wait here. I'll discuss this with my brothers, and then... we'll see what happens. Will you disappear for good when we pay?"
Athelstan nodded. "I'd be gone, of course. Without a word And I'll wait."
“With these… disgusting pictures.”
Bjorn stood up, after giving the guy another threatening look, and left the room; he left the clear photo in his jacket pocket and walked towards the main room. Everything inside of him was spinning.
Heahmund, Ivar & Hvitserk
"Where is everybody? Sigurd is just standing in the corner looking like an idiot, and Torvi is just running after our mom...She got fat, didn't she? And where the hell are Ubbe and Eggsy? And where's Bjorn?" Ivar grumbled quietly; he had already taken a seat with Heahmund and Hvitserk on a couple of the many chairs placed in front of the coffin - many people were already seated, but most were still standing around talking quietly. Ivar snorted; he looked at Heahmund, who was smiling at an elderly lady.
"Will you stop flirting with old grannies, you disgusting dream of a son-in-law?" Ivar growled, and Heahmund laughed softly. He let his gaze slide around the room again, but there was no sign of his little brother and Ubbe; and it was beginning to seem strange to him.
"I flirt with whom I please. We're not engaged yet." Heahmund joked, almost regretting having said that; for a deep wrinkle bored into Ivar's forehead, and he looked at Heahmund with narrowed eyes.
"Asshole. Good, then I can flirt with other guys, besides, you're old enough to propose to me!"
"Ivar, please don't bring that up today."
"No."
"Yes!"
"Guys, the coffin is moving." Hvitserk mumbled dryly between them; he had opened his mouth and looked at his younger brother in shock. Ivar frowned and took a quick look at the coffin; but it was still standing there. Quiet.
"Hvitty, it's not moving. Shut up, we'll buy you an ice cream in a minute, too," Ivar muttered; he smiled wanly at Aunt Helga, who was sitting immediately nearby. Sigurd also moved in their direction; he sat down next to Hvitserk, who was still staring at the coffin with wide eyes.
"It moved..." Hvitserk said a little louder, and several people looked over at them. Ivar bit his lip hard and pulled Hvitserk closer; he could see Sigurd's questioning face, but he would not and could not explain it now.
"Hvit, please be quiet now, I'm begging you... People are already looking," Ivar hissed; he had his hand firmly cupped in Hvitserk's forearm, but Hvitserk pushed his hand away easily. He blinked a few times in panic, and then stood up even before Ivar could grab hold of him.
"Guys, don't you see that? THE COFFIN IS MOVING! DAD, are you alive?!" Hvitserk roared, lunging towards the coffin.
Heahmund, Ivar, and Sigurd ran after him, trying to stop him before he could lunge at the wooden coffin; only with their very last strength and effort could they hold the roaring Hvitserk away from the coffin, and yank him away. People were shocked, staring at them as they pulled Hvitserk out into the fresh air with some commotion; Aunt Helga fainted, Ivar saw it clearly before he and Heahmund and Sigurd maneuvered the still wriggling Hvitserk out the door.
"My God, what's the matter, Hvitserk?" Sigurd cried, aghast; the three stared at Hvitserk, and Ivar had to swallow hard.
"He took pills from Eggsy, and they were...not so good. You know he's not usually like that."
"What, it was clear that your family was going to fuck up here again, Heahmund!" Sigurd sighed at Heahmund, and Ivar stood protectively in front of Heahmund.
"He didn't do anything, actually it wasn't anyone's fault, it was an accident!" Ivar said; meanwhile Hvitserk was walking through the garden laughing softly and touching the leaves of the hedge. He could be heard singing softly.
"Oh man, but what kind of pills were those, please? Mom's going to freak out! Just look at him...did he just call the leaves his friends?" Sigurd grunted; the three watched Hvitserk roll up a green leaf and play it like a flute; the three looked at each other for a moment, then Ivar sighed.
"We have to watch him, I mean..."
But he got no further, for suddenly Bjorn came running out of the door; he was breathless and looked terribly pale. His eyes were fixed first on the dancing Hvitserk, then on the three, who were looking at him as bewilderedly as he was at them.
"What's wrong with Hvitty?" Bjorn said breathlessly; the three looked at each other for a moment, then Heahmund said quietly, "Long story, really. Did something happen?"
"Guys, you need to come with me. Real quick. And where's Ubbe? He has to come, too. You won't believe what happened. Remember that weird curly-haired guy who was hanging around the corners like a sex offender?" Bjorn said breathlessly; Sigurd nodded, and Ivar and Heahmund shook their heads.
"He... Oh man, I don't even know how to say this. Find Ubbe, now! Meet me in Dad's study room. Please. It's life and death, so to speak. And... um..." he said, casting an uncertain glance over at Hvitserk, who was apparently on an important phone call with a leaf; the brothers and Heahmund looked at each other, then Bjorn added, "Best we lock Hvitserk in a bathroom or something. You do that, Sigurd. And Heahmund and Ivar, you look for Ubbe, and then quickly to the study room! The speech will have to wait, the priest already knows!"
With these words, Bjorn disappeared into the doorway, and the three looked at each other questioningly.
"Well guys... I don't want to say anything, but the day already started out shitty when they delivered the wrong coffin," Sigurd muttered; he rolled up his sleeves and nodded to the two before turning towards Hvitserk; Ivar bit his lip.
"Well, great. After all, I'll be interested to see what kind of disaster Bjorn has to report. He looked like he'd seen a ghost," he muttered, nodding at Heahmund. "Come on, I think I know where we can find Ubbe. He's probably giving Eggsy an endless lecture about drugs and shit, and I don't want those two fighting to the point of yelling again."
"Sure." Heahmund mumbled, letting Ivar pull him along. He took one last look at Sigurd, who was trying with angelic patience to corral Hvitserk, while the latter was only lightly singing as he jumped away from his brother.
What a strange day. It could hardly get any worse.
#vikings#ivar the boneless#heahmund x ivar#ubbe x eggsy#eggsy unwin#ubbe lothbrok#bjorn ironside#modern hvitserk#modern au
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homeland, heartland (chapter 7)
Mermaid!AU, canon divergence from 5x04 onward.
Ubbe encounters a mermaid on his journey home from England. The deal he strikes with her has far-reaching consequences for the future of Kattegat, while the Great Army’s motions may be impeded by the Sea Empire’s meddling. As Ubbe attempts to build bridges, he may come to find that there is no way to stay neutral when trouble washes over him..
[read on ao3!]
Please note that the fic rating skipped from M to E for, well, obvious reasons. 😉 This chapter’s pretty much a whole lot of Ubbe-related smut and feelings for your reading pleasure, haha.
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Mavis was the "Girl of the Month" for May but only got two pics out of it. I've been working a lot slower than usual (also I've been spending more time focusing on commissions than I have been hyping GotMs...)
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Ocean Eyes I
OCEAN EYES MASTERLIST
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They were brought in by the guards in a group of four. Two women at the middle and two tall men, the sons of Ragnar, at the edges.
From your spot, close to one of the great walls alongside with your mother, Judith, and your brother, Aethelred, you took it upon yourself to analyze all of them as you tried to calm down your heart, that was beating incredibly fast inside your chest.
It had been like that ever since the moment Alfred had gone to your chambers, to tell you that he had made a decision regarding the Northmen and that he had a plan. He knew what to do. Although in fear, you trusted your brother. More than anything or anyone in the whole world.
And also, your grandfather had prepared him to make tough decisions like that one. He had given Alfred his every ruling knowledge, the wisdom of a great King. If someone could ensure your family prevailed, that person was Alfred.
"I am aware of who you are" Alfred's voice filled the great hall. On the throne, with Bishop Heahmund standing by his side he looked a lot like Ecbert, when he used to make announcements with Bishop Edmund's Christian council. "I'm not foolish enough to not recognize your potential for my kingdom" just like you, he ran his eyes through the four of the Northmen as he spoke. Not in threat, but respect. "If you were willing to fight with us against the armies of your countrymen"
After hearing your twin brother's words, the men who was closest to where you were standing, Ubbe, the son of Ragnar, smiled and looked at the ground with a silent laugh escaping his lips. That disturbed you, made you feel even more worried about what Alfred would try to do, what agreement he would propose to them.
As if he had sensed your intense stare, the man, Ubbe, turned his head slightly and fixed his eyes right back at yours, in retribution for your own gaze. His eyes were blue. So deeply blue.
"We may" Bjorn Ironside spoke for the first time at the other edge of the group and that broke the eye contact you and his brother were exchanging. You swallowed hard because of how nervous that look had made you feel. "On the condition, that you allow us to settle in the part of East Anglia King Ecbert gave to us"
Aethelred huffed, and you wished to hit him for that, having a second reason to apologize for afterwards. Bjorn Ironside's tone was already threatening enough and worthy of caution. You all did not need him to think he was being disrespected.
Luckily enough, the Northmen did not notice that.
"I have every intention of honoring my grandfather's pledges" Alfred made that very clear to the blond man, clenching at the throne's arms like they were his support. You admired him. To have such coldness and calmness to deal with the same people who had killed thousands of Englishmen before, that was something worthy of admiration. "But first you must demonstrate your worth and your loyalty to our cause in battle"
Exactly like Ubbe had done before, Bjorn Ironside laughed and looked down at his feet, licking his lips in something that came close to amusement. Again, it made you worried. More than you already were. If they did not accept the deal Alfred was offering, their fate would be prison or death. And even though the sons of Ragnar were at war, you doubted that absolutely no one would seek revenge for them. That was the way with them.
"We have the legal right to that land" Bjorn raised his eyes again and they pierced Alfred like blades, such was the ferocity in them.
You knew what your grandfather had done in the past to his people. How he had killed all the people in the settlement he had gave them to live in peace. How he betrayed Ragnar and Lagertha's, the older woman who now stood in that hall, trust. You knew that in the verge of his death, your grandfather was not proud of that decision. Perhaps he did not regret it, but he for sure resented it. So, as much as it cost you to admit, you understood Bjorn Ironside's clear doubt in your brother's words.
"We accept your offer" Lagertha surprised everyone by saying it.
Instantly all the eyes in the hall were on her. Bjorn Ironside and Ubbe turned their heads to her and Bjorn mostly, seemed angry by her jumping to decisions, especially one that seemed too reckless as to trust again, a King of Wessex. And although they clearly did not agree with her, both of the men did not argue and she did not pay them any attention. She made the decision and they accepted it. You could not help but admire her determination and influence over them.
"I am glad" Alfred sighted, in relief. You knew very much your brother was not someone who supported violence or the wrongs of people in the past. Although he had been raised by your grandfather, he was not Ecbert. He would not make the same mistakes or break his promises. And although you did resent Ragnar's sons for your grandfather's death, you felt relief as well for that deal. They had wanted to avenge their father, that you could understand. But still, the pain of your loss made it difficult to acknowledge it out loud. "It was Bishop Heahmund who proposed this solution which seemed to me wise"
Slowly and respectfully, Heahmund turned his head a bit and nodded in Lagertha's direction, a sign of respect and duty. She did the same to him. And even though their movements were stern and cold, you could swear you saw a spark in both of their eyes. Something hidden there, carefully.
"So" Alfred regained his speech and that made you stop paying attention to the woman and the Bishop. "As long as we are allies and friends you are free to use the royal villa as you wish" at the back of the hall, you saw some of the Lords who were a part of the Witan, exchanging horrified looks. "My servants are also your servants. My kitchens and cellars are there for your use. I believe you have two young children with you"
That, made you turn your head completely and focus on your twin. He had not told you about that. The thought of young children in the cells of the palace, cold and hungry, made your stomach twist and shame take the whole of your being.
The other woman, the one who had not spoken at all since they had been brought before the King, nodded her head confirming his words. Instantly, for the look in her eyes, you knew she was the children's mother.
"Let us have a care for them also" Alfred stated and the woman's face seemed to light up gratefully like she had just received the best news in the world.
"Thank you, Lord King" she said with the utter most respect.
Alfred turned his head to the corner of the room and with one of his hands, made a sign for one of the guards to step forward. "We have fought against you and now we shall fight together, with you" he said as the guard started to take out the Northmen's chains and release them. "I know my grandfather King Ecbert would approve for I know the love he bore King Ragnar"
At your grandfather's mention, you could not help but feel a sharp emotion run through your whole being. Your eyes got blurry and a tear streamed down your face. Your mother looked at you discretely but did not say a word, just smiled tenderly. You looked down at your feet and cleaned the tear with your fingertips, taking a deep breath to regain your posture. When you looked up, you saw that Ubbe was looking at you again. He had clearly seen you crying and it angered you.
You did not want to seem weak in front of them.
Without any other words, the Northmen were dismissed and left the great hall. Alfred watched them leave, getting up from his throne and taking a few steps forward. All the eyes were on him.
"Can I trust them?" Alfred asked as soon as the Northmen left the hall and the doors were closed behind them.
"You can trust Lagertha" the Bishop answered almost instantly, because he knew the question had been made to him.
Alfred nodded and started to walk away. Before he could though, Heahmund called for him to solve one more matter. As they discussed it, you felt your mind slip further away by every instant passed.
"If you would excuse me, my King" you bowed to your brother and only after he nodded, giving you permission to leave, you turned away and did so.
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You walked through the corridors of the palace, one long corridor after the other, looking for Alfred. You had just met his soon to be wife and she seemed to be a good person, so it gave you some joy. At your mother's request, you had the responsibility to take Alfred to meet her as soon as possible.
You had already searched his chambers and others rooms, but did not have any luck. So, your feet got you to the corridor on the south side of the palace, which lead to a room you knew Alfred liked to be in sometimes. The view from the windows calmed him, he always said.
"Brother, are you here?" you opened the doors and entered the room. As soon as you did so, you regretted it. Alfred was there, but not alone. Bjorn Ironside and Ubbe were with him and the tension in there was anything but calm. All their eyes fell upon you and you sighted for your own stupidity. You should have assumed he would be settling matters with them regarding the new alliance. "I am sorry to interrupt"
"(Y/N), what is it?" Alfred interrupted the matter to give you attention. To him, there was nothing more important than you.
"The Lady is here" you said and he understood of whom you were talking about. Ubbe and Bjorn Ironside just stayed silent, both of them with their eyes still on you. You did not stare back to any of them.
"If you just wait for a moment, sister, I will accompany you and go meet her" he suggested and pointed to an empty chair on the other side of the table, across from him. You nodded and just when you sat down at that chair, he looked at Ubbe. "Please, continue"
It took a moment for the son of Ragnar to speak and risking a quick glance, you saw that he was looking at you. As soon as your eyes met his though, he averted his quickly like you were intimidating. That made you frown.
"Now, you are the King" Ubbe slapped Alfred in the arm with a forced smile on his lips and walked towards a near smaller table, grabbed a writing quill and ink and placed it in front of Alfred, next to a document you assumed to be the one that 'proved' the Northmen's claim to East Anglia's lands. You knew that was a lie, also. Your grandfather had already given the crown to your father, Aethelwulf, when he signed the document and therefore, had no legal right to give them those lands. "So, you can sign it over to us and you can grant us those lands right now"
You noticed how Alfred sighted heavily. "In theory, yes, I could"
"What does that mean?" Bjorn Ironside raised his hands in the air, exasperated. You had to admit that he scared you. A simple word said in a higher tone by him made your heart beat faster.
Alfred placed one of his elbows on the table and leaned towards the blond. "There are important people here who do not want me to grant lands to those who in the past, have attacked and raided us"
"So why would we fight for you when everything you say is just a lie?" Ubbe placed his hands on the table between his brother and Alfred, the expression on his face made you wish to tell your brother to have caution.
"I am not lying" Alfred turned to him with a expression as serious as the Northmen's. "I am being more honest with you than you have any right to expect!" he looked at Bjorn and then back at Ubbe. He seemed so strong, facing the older men as an equal in strength, that you felt a burst of proud run through you. "You have thrown yourself upon my mercy. So, do not presume anymore upon my charity" he got up from his chair and you instantly did the same. "When I can, I will grant you that land. In the meantime, I must go and meet my future wife"
So together, you and Alfred left the room. The both of you could sense the Northmen's eyes burning holes in your backs.
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"I think what troubles Bjorn Ironside the most is that he lost the war against his younger brothers" with arms crossed over your chest and your back against the wall behind you, yours eyes were on the ground beneath your feet as you thought deeply about the last few days where everything had changed.
"Yes, I can see that. But I suppose we cannot blame him for having suspicions about us. Our grandfather betrayed them in the past" Alfred had his eyes sat on the fireplace, thoughts lost in the flames. "I really wish this alliance to work, my dear sister"
"Me too" you said but noticed that Alfred had fixed his eyes on your face and searched for something hidden in there. "What is it?"
"I thought you would not want them here. Because of grandfather and what the sons of Ragnar did. Honestly, I wondered if you would support Aethelred if he suggested we should punish them" he admitted, and the supposition made you shrug.
"I thought about it" the fire, crackling, was the second sound in the room behind your voice. You could feel the cold of stones in your back through the thin cloth of your dress. "But our grandfather was not perfect like I thought when we were just children. He made mistakes. He should not have handed Ragnar Lothbrok to King Aelle. He should not have killed those poeple in the settlement he promised to leave in peace. How can I blame Ragnar's sons for seeking revenge for such things?"
"I am glad you think so. I share your opinion on the matter and that is why I wanted you to be here, not mother or our brother" Alfred opened up a smile to you.
His statement made you frown. "Why would you want me to be here?"
"We are expecting a visitor right now. I sent one of my men to bring him here. You are very wise, my sister, so I will need to hear your advice on this as much as he wil" Alfred's eyes went back to the flames.
"What visitor, Alfred?"
Before he could answer, the doors of the room were opened and Ubbe walked in, seeming unsure if he should keep on walking or not. He looked around, saw no one but you and your brother and the confusion and uncertainty on his face seemed to grow by the instant.
But he walked towards you both anyway, stood a few feet away as Alfred turned around and like you, placed your eyes on the Northmen. You found yourself struggling to look away from the son of Ragnar. Again.
During the earlier feast, your eyes had met his many times, for no reason at all. When you would look, he would already be looking. When you were looking and he would notice, you turned away quickly to try to distract yourself. There was just something about him. He was not like Bjorn Ironside, with all his anger. Nor like Ivar, whom you had met when you were just a little girl. There was something different and intriguing about him. Captivating, even. Not that it did make you trust him, though.
"You asked to see me" he frowned at Alfred, joining his hands in the front of his body casually.
"Yes" Alfred quickly agreed. "Please, sit" he pulled the chair at the table a little back and motioned for Ubbe to sit. Still suspicious, the Northmen did not move, just sighted. Alfred accepted the defeat by clearing his throat. "Some wine?" he poured some into a cup and helding it in hand, turned back at Ubbe. You just stayed still and waited as you did not know what was happening. "I think your brother Bjorn has set his heart against me"
"He feels..." Ubbe started, thinking about it for a moment. Then shrugged. "betrayed"
"I understand that. But what can I do? It was not of my doing" Alfred averted his eyes for a moment and sighted. "And for the time being it is not easy for me to grant you those lands. Many are against it"
"So what are we supposed to do?" Ubbe questioned, still not seeming to see the point of that private reunion of the three of you.
"A consilium" you spoke, having finally understood where Alfred was going with that sudden meeting. It made sense. He knew that alone, against the two of you, Ubbe would more easily see reason. Ubbe's eyes were on you in that moment, and your arms fell to the sides of your body graciously as you walked closer to the both of them. "You could publicly renounce your pagan gods and be baptized as a christian"
Ubbe seemed shocked, by the way his gaze kept holding yours until the point he averted his eyes and sighted. "I can't imagine Bjorn would ever agree to that" he turned away to leave, but Alfred stopped him.
"I am not talking about Bjorn, but about you" Alfred's tone was stern enough to make Ubbe turn back around and stare at the both of you. Motioning for the wine, he came closer. Alfred poured a second and third cup. One he gave to Ubbe and the other, to you. "You do that for me, Ubbe, and a part of my burden is lifted. Ragnar talked to me and my sister when we were children. He talked about your people and my people sharing the land"
"And we think that of all of his sons, you are the closest to him" you said and you saw Ubbe swallow hard, as if the comparison made him proud about himself.
Alfred nodded in agreement to your words. "He told our grandfather that he no longer believed in your gods"
The expression in Ubbe's face changed, and he raised his cup in the air and towards your brother's face. "That is not true"
"Our grandfather told us everything" you spoke again, wanting to take that dangerous attention away from Alfred. "He wanted to prepare us, especially my brother, for times such as this" as the words left your mouth Ubbe put the cup down, and a calmer expression took a hold of his features. "He loved your father, we know that. Your father's death broke him"
"Destroyed him" Alfred completed and in that moment as in many others, you two were working in perfect sinchrony.
Ubbe took a deep breath and leaving his cup at the table, got up and came closer to Alfred and stared deep into his eyes. Afterwards, he did the same thing to you. Stepped so close you could almost feel his hot breath on your skin. But you did not look away or step back, no. You looked up to meet his eyes and held his gaze for as long as he wished to.
"I will need time" he finally stepped back, and only then you allowed yourself to breathe again. Your heart was racing inside your chest like the most scared of horses. "to think about what you have told me"
"Of course. And (Y/N), please will you take Ubbe to the chambers the servants have prepared for him and his people?" Alfred suggested and it surprised both you and the son of Ragnar a lot. Your bother smiled reassuringly at you, he had indeed, told you earlier where he would place the small group of the Northmen. And then, he turned to Ubbe. "Your wife Torvi and the others will already be there, I also asked for some extra food to be delivered, for the children"
"Thank you" Ubbe motioned his head towards Alfred to show his gratitude, then turned to you. "My Lady" it was the first time he spoke directly to you and the respectful tone of his voice, actually made you give him a little smile.
"Please, follow me" you took the front and walked out of the room, Ubbe following you closely behind.
Once in the corridors, you two walked side by side in completele silence. Honestly, you did not know what you could say. You were certain Alfred had made you do this because he wanted you to see if Ubbe would probably accept the consilium, or if he would deny it. You had always been good in reading people. But still... how should you question such a man?
"Can I trust Alfred's word?" Ubbe said, speaking so suddenly that you stopped walking in surprise. The torches lit the corridor just enough to cast shadows on his face and when he also stopped walking and turned to fix his gaze on you, you suddenly realized that you two were completely alone in there. Just you and him.
"Yes, of course" you stated, surprised by the sudden question. You thought the way to his chambers was going to be totally made in silence.
You motioned to start walking again, but he stepped in your way, keeping you from going. Before you could say anything, the Northman's hands were closed around your forearms. Your eyes widened, but you were so shocked that no words left your mouth. His grip was not tight or bruising. It was almost gentle, as his fingetips just laid in your dress, not clenched at it.
Holding you, Ubbe got closer and closer until your chests were almost touching. He looked down at you, as you had to look up to meet his eyes. There was a real question in his expression, hesitation that he seemed to wish to let go. "King Ecbert said my father could trust him and he was lying. So I am asking you, my Lady, if I can trust Alfred. If I do this, become a Christian, will he grant me those lands and let my people live in peace?"
"My brother is not my grandfather" you said a few moments later, when you finally were able to regain your voice. His proximity gave you chills. You saw the doubt in his eyes. "I promise you, this settlement will not end as the other did"
He must have seen the honesty in your expression. The urgency in your voice. His hands slowly let go of your arms and for some reason you missed the warmth of his hands upon your dress.
You did not exchange more words, you just led the way to his chambers and wished him and his family a goodnight of sleep.
In your chambers, later, you felt extremely tired.
Before you fell asleep, the last thing you thought about were Ubbe's eyes. Intense blue eyes. So alive, so captivating.
Those ocean eyes.
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A Palm Touch
based on the prompt ‘ubbe + palm touch’ sent in by @ritual-unions-gotme <3
summary : a short piece about ubbe and torvi taking floki and the kids to the beach in the golden land. and some palm touching.
warnings : mentions of children dying ( asa, hali and angrboda ), mentions of helga’s death, mentions of floki’s failing memory ( which i presume is dementia ), brief mention of torvi being pregnant again.
pairing : ubbe x torvi.
words : 1,013.
Days such as these in the Golden Land feel almost like dreams. From the flourishing settlement they've built, close to Floki's treehouse, it's only a short walk down to the shore. Unlike Norway, or more specifically the harbour in Kattegat, there is no wind most days and the salt from the sea doesn't mark the fair skin of the children's faces. In fact, the only things that do are the red or white stripes of paint, put there often by the Natives.
Ubbe carries his son, Ragnar, on his shoulders - as his father often did when he was a child - and allows him to catch a leaf here and there from the slightly higher branches of the trees that line the well-used trail. He's always shown them immediately; marvelling at their wonderous colour. Greens in summer, browns in autumn and nothing but cold, bare twigs in winter.
Torvi walks in her husband's wake with their daughter on her hip. Floki lags behind one or two steps, making faces so as to bring laughter to the little girl. There's no sweeter sound than that echoing about the woods.
"You can hold her, if you want, Floki. I trust you." Torvi stops and turns, eyes devastatingly caring. For a moment, she can see him considering it.
"No, no. Why would I want to do that?" Floki almost recoils though; voice whimsical. His face scrunches as his head tilts, once broad shoulders now dwarfed by a huge blanket to keep him warm despite the humidity. "I don't even like children, anyway."
The look that passes between them is one of absolute knowing. And then Floki laughs - that contagious little snicker - to signal he's not going to explain further. But Torvi knows that the death of his own daughter and the loss of Helga at the hands of a child she tried to help still holds firm in whatever memory remains.
"That is a shame. We might have named our second son after you." Turning back, Torvi continues on down the path, watching her step and hearing the giggles of her child.
A while later, they're settled and the sound of the waves brings about a peace unlike life ever allowed back home. Here, there is no more war. No more death.
"I don't know if you ever visited the Seer in Kattegat but it was practice to lick his palm." Ubbe tells her, smiling, both hands preoccupied with one of Torvi's as they lay beside each other, midday sun warming their tanned faces. He moves her fingers across the sky, using the spaces between them to let the light through, then blocking it again with her palm. It almost feels like a game Ubbe could play forever.
"Would you lick my palm for a prophecy?" Torvi jokes. Fingers of her free hand, closest to her husband, lazily play with the short hairs at his forehead.
"I would do anything you ask." His response seems subconscious as Ubbe traces the lines on Torvi's palm as though he were Floki; respecting each and every soft groove like the keel of the most beautiful ship. Almost as an after-thought, he brings her hand down for a lasting kiss. One that turns to two, then three as weather-chapped lips make their way up and up and up until he's half rolled over and leaning in to press their noses together. To breathe in one another.
"Stay close to your brother, Helga!"
Ubbe's attention turns from Torvi to where Floki sits, wrapped in his blanket a little ways across the beach. Thin-boned hand gesturing and Torvi's eyes follow as she sits up, slowly.
"You know, perhaps we should tell him one day that her name isn't Helga." Torvi remarks, gaze drawn to the children, playing in the shallow waves by the ocean's edge. They laugh and splash one another; Ragnar's hair having grown long enough for his sister to pull now. Ubbe grunts beside her, focus still upon the old man.
"Don't you think he's been through enough? Let him call her Helga if he wants to." Ubbe shrugs, clear eyes turning up to squint against the sun. He's outstretched, propping his weight on his elbows. An ankle resting easily atop the other as they lounge together upon the dry sand of the golden beach. "Who is it harming, hm?"
"Nobody, I suppose, but himself. Isn't that why we agreed not to call her Lagertha?"
Torvi has a point and Ubbe can't argue with it. Instead, he adjusts himself to sit properly as well, reaching over to lay a protective touch to the bump barely showing at her stomach. "You're right. But I don't think it would make any difference. His mind is worse these days. Do you really want to upset him like that?"
"I don't want to upset him at all but I'm afraid. One day she will ask who Helga is and will you be the one to tell her?" Ubbe catches her worried glance and keeps it. Though they may be some years apart in age, their minds work in very similar ways. He leans to kiss Torvi's hair.
"If I am the one she asks, then yes. I will tell her." He murmurs, lips still close to the crown of her head, before easing away and smiling again. "What do you think we should call this one?"
For a moment, Torvi only blinks. Then she sighs and lets him change the subject; adding her own warm and stroking touch above his on her belly.
"I don't know. Perhaps if it's a boy, we should call him Bjørn. After all, it is because of him that we are together like this." Much as it hurts to admit - and it really does hurt - Ubbe once again cannot deny that Torvi is right. Though they both still mourn the loss of Asa and Hali, the grief lessens with each passing day; the future they have together blossoming from the ashes of their shared tragedies.
"And if it is a girl?" Ubbe asks.
"Then we will call her Helga."
#ubbe#torvi#ubbe x torvi#floki#ritual-unions-gotme#requests#/ this one took so long and i'm only half pleased with it but i tried ????
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May’s Featured Game: Verloren
DEVELOPER(S): Choko
ENGINE: RPG Maker VX Ace
GENRE: Horror, Adventure
WARNINGS: Flashing images, loud sounds, sudden sounds/images, full list (contains spoilers).
SUMMARY: Chris Winter, find himself alone and lost in a black void filled with nothing but coldness. The only warmth you feel comes from your breath. In this void the young boy sees a door filled with light, trying to reach the door only leads to the boy to fall deep into a world filled with nothing but nonsense.
Only when you find the key, then you’ll be able to leave.
Download the demo here!
Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!
Introduce yourself!
*Choko: Hello, I'm Choko! I'm the developer, artist, and writer for Verloren. I've been messing around with rpg maker since 2013 but finished my first finished game in 2016 which is Desolate Village. I've also made other games since then. Those being Demon Tea, Friend Hunt, and Star Detective. So Verloren isn't my first rodeo in the whole game development stuff, but it is the biggest project I've ever work on so far.
Besides game dev stuff, I'm a huge rpg maker games, horror games, rhythm games, and just games with a interesting style to them.
What is your project about? What inspired you to create this game initially?
*Choko: Verloren is a horror adventure game that focuses on Chris Winter, a young boy who finds himself alone and far away from home because of this he won't stop for anything to find a way home and learn why did he arrive here. During the course of the game Chris would meet others who have their own goals.
What inspired me to make Verloren is a bit hard to say from what I first started to work on it back in 2017, I was mostly trying to work on another project after finishing Desolate Village. It could have been something else but I really forgot.
But since I took a huge hiatus year break during 2018, I would personally say the time I actually initially started to work on Verloren was in February of 2019. Since everything was rework with a fresh outlook on everything, so the whole head space with Verloren is totally different from 2017-2018.
What inspired me when I went back to rebuild/fix the game was friends, since their support made me feel I could go back to work on the game. During 2018 I would say I wasn't in the best mood while working on the game, so the support my friends gave me really helped a lot and encouraged me.
How long did you work on your project?
*Choko: I've been working on Verloren for three years now.
But will say 2019 to now is when actually development started/actually got going. 2018 I took the whole year off to cool down/chill. So the Verloren of 2017-2018 is very different from the Verloren of 2019 to now. If that makes sense....
Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project?
*Choko: Oh boy, this section might be very long since there's a lot of games and media which inspired/ influences Verloren, though for many different reasons.
Will say the two rpg maker games that inspire me a whole lot when it comes to everything they do is Mare and Akademia (I know it's just a demo still at the time writing but it's very good. Good demo, like the characters are great!! Everything is very nice!)
Other rpg maker games do inspire me, mainly friend stuff but Mare and Akademia are two games I really love and wish I can make Verloren a game which has characters which feel realistic in a way they do. Like please go play them.
Besides rpg maker games will say that NieR Automata, Okage: Shadow King, RE 1/RE 0, Deemo, Rule of Rose, Smile For Me, and the Kirby series are games that just really inspire me with Verloren, there's just certain aspects of them which I hope I can capture in Verloren.
Other than video games, I do get a bunch of inspiration from artist I follow, comics/manga, and anime though if I mention all of them it would just lead me to ramble away, but will say Pandora Hearts and Death Parade are two series I really love and both. I just enjoy series that shows character interaction and bonds, because that's a main part in Verloren.
I really just get inspire by character development if you couldn't tell..... ^^;
Have you come across any challenges during development? How did you overcome or work around them?
*Choko: Besides the 2018 thing I mention earlier.
There has been tiny bits of challenges, like with creating maps, since it takes me a while to get into the mood to make them, but wouldn't really call it a challenge. Since all the time I just have to take time away from the map to gain motivation to make them.
Another challenge I guess would be writing cut scenes which I love, though it's a whole process of making sure the characters aren't just rambling or going off-topic since when I write I tend to get in character, as in voice act the lines or try to think how they would. Though the process isn't really a bad challenge since it just takes a while until I get it right.
Have any aspects of your project changed over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept?
*Choko: There's been soooooo many changes to this game. The biggest change I would say is the characters, they had a lot of design changes and personality/motivation changes.
But other than that, I would say the mood of the game change a lot, also how scenes play it, originally it just felt like stuff happen to happen. Now it makes a lot more sense and isn't just some random thing I added. Sadly I can't list everything that change because that's spoilers but trust me everything change for the better.
What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone?
*Choko: At the beginning there wasn't a team, since I wanted to do everything solo. I mostly enjoy doing art, writing, and eventing the game.
Though currently now there is a team, mostly with people I know, it's more so just a critique/feedback team + voice actors. Currently there are only two VAs since I didn't want to focus on voice acting before I had most of the game done, in the far future I may make a post about it.
But so far the whole team is more so just a chilling area then anything else and I enjoy all the fun talk that happen there.
What is the best part of developing a game?
*Choko: The best part of creating a game is to see the characters you created come to life. I just really enjoy seeing everything come together. Idk I just find it cool that when making a game all starts out as concepts/ ideas and then after days/weeks/months of work it becomes a actually thing you can look at and show others. Most cutscenes in Verloren I get super happy when I finish them up, because I can see them as a real thing rather than a bunch of ideas of "this is what I'm going to do".
Also the joke/shitpost memes....they are also the best part of making a game.
Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing?
*Choko: Yep!!!
I play a lot of rpg maker games, I really enjoy seeing what other people do.
I just find it cool that anyone can pick up the engine and learn how to use it.
Also it's a fun way to find inspiration, just seeing other rpg maker games and being like ">:O I didn't know you can do that!!!".
Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?)
*Choko: This question is very hard, mainly because I relate to because a lot of characters in the game I relate to in tiny levels.
For my favorite character it's Vladimir....I do like every other character in game. Chris is my second favorite I have to say (kinda a lie since ties with another character) but Vladimir number one, he's just soo much fun to write. He's maybe the one character who has a lot of scenes which gets a huge smile from me.
Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently?
*Choko: Not really, mainly since I was lucky to be able to take a huge hiatus which help me in 2019 to rework everything. So every problem I had with the game I fixed.
Do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is?
*Choko: I would just leave the game alone after I finish Verloren, it's a game that doesn't need any follow ups because I feel it would just take away from the impact when you get to the end.
There really isn't anything I would need to explore, since Verloren is meant to be a single game and that's it.
What do you most look forward to upon finishing the game?
*Choko: I look forward seeing how people react to the full game, I am low key shock on how people are reacting towards the demo and all the tiny predictions/speculations. Also the warm positive feedback towards Vladimir is shocking, since I thought no one would like him because of all those jokes/puns.
I hope the final game has the same positive reaction, also that other characters get a warm positive feedback towards them.
Was there something you were afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game?
*Choko: The only thing that worries me is that if I mess up and people can't understand reasons why x character did that. Since one of the main things with Verloren is that characters have their own way if viewing stuff.
Like morality is pretty gray because I don't want to write a black and white story.
Do you have any advice for upcoming devs?
*Choko: Main advice I'll give out is placeholders are your friend.
Don't spend time making assets for a system you didn't test and you test it and it doesn't work. Just have a placeholder graphic which helps you test it and when it's done you can always slap on the asset.
Following up with this, create a debug room. It would come in handy to test systems/ events than having to play through your game to test it and learn you need to fix it.
Question from last month's featured dev @cheesesteak-horror: Do you have creative processes you practice before starting development?
*Choko: No, not really. I often just jump right into development and go from there.
Most of my practice come from when I work on small stuff or just when I'm bored I often just mess around with things.
We mods would like to thank Choko for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!
Remember to check out Verloren if you haven’t already! See you next month!
- Mods Gold & Platinum
#rpg maker#verloren (game)#rpgmaker#indie games#pixel games#demo#game demo#verloren#choko-flan#choko#gotm#game of the month#gotm 2020#2020#may#may 2020
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