Reine&#x27;s Brotherband Archive

"On my honor."

"What honor?!"

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Thank you @goikus1015 and everyone who got me to 1000 reblogs!

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Herons storming a stronghold

OCD!Edvin hour, folks

Sometimes Kloof doesn't understand why Edvin won't pet her or actively moves away from her when all she's doing is panting and barking excitedly at him.

She can tell he feels bad about it, though.

#brotherband chronicles #the brotherband chronicles #brotherband #edvin hopebringer #kloof #ocd #odr's folly

protectoursharks

The shape of a fish's caudal tail can tell you a lot about how fast the fish moves! A rounded tail is the slowest and a lunate tail is the fastest! The lunate tail has the most optimal ratio of high thrust and low draw, making it the fastest.

Ichthyology Notes 2/?

Which Heron has which

The aerial dancers on the ropes, trapeze artists, acrobats on bridge suspension cables, all that?

Jesper on the Heron's rigging lines and halyard.

He started by accident when he got tangled once, tried again just to see if he could do it, discovered he could, liked it, kept doing it, kept playing around and discovering new tricks and poses, got very stuck, kept going, enjoys the open admiration he earns, someone continue

#brotherband chronicles #the brotherband chronicles #brotherband #jesper stormrunner

nepenthe-of-the-nutcracker

"Whoa." Dell raises an eyebrow at Jesper, who raises one right back as he throws himself down beside his friend. "I haven't seen your hair this unnecessarily fancy since you had to impersonate that bridesmaid. What happened to you?"

"Ed's not having a good day."

Dell winces in sympathy.

"Give him my best," he offers. "You do look great, though."

"Don't I?" Jesper preens, flicking the intricately woven plait over his shoulder.

Dell has to laugh.

Jesper: *wearing Ingvar's spectacles* how do i look? Ingvar: blurry.

valtsv

i like sailing myths and superstitions because most of them can be boiled down to "if the ocean doesn't like you it will chew you up and spit out your bones. and if it really loves you it will swallow you whole and keep you forever. good luck 👍"

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notemily

best use of the underwater filter on this app

Stefan Hafsærling

#stefan hafsærling

your-shining-light

Guard: Ranger Halt! You’re under arrest!

Halt: Who, me?

Guard: Yes, you.

Halt: And why, if I may ask?

Guard: For breaking the law repeatedly.

Halt: Law? What’s that?

Guard: …

Halt: Why you looking at me like that? It’s not exactly my fault I’ve never heard of it.

Guard: ???

Halt: You know what, I don’t think it can be all that important if I’ve never even heard of it, so if you’ll excuse me, I have places to be.

I can also very much see this with Thorn

can you feed me some Thorn & Herons angst for the Father's Day prompts, pretty please?

Angst? On Father's Day?

Okay, okay.

"Thorn, wake up, don't die!" wailed Hal. Then the other Herons wailed it too, all at once, so as to be efficient. But it was too late. Thorn was dead, and now there was no one to be the cause for complaint about old-man-smell. And everyone was so devastated. It was so awful. It was so terrible. It was so sad that even Lydia shed a tear. It was so sad that even Mikkel rose from his watery grave to shake his head sorrowfully. It was a very angsty Father's Day that year.

The end.

Ansgar's smile flickers in the dying candlelight.

The moon had been eclipsed behind heavy, sullen rainclouds for the past hour, and fat drops now spatter the ground outside like so many tears, the sound almost (but not quite) drowning out the faint snores from the slight figure slumped over the worktable.

Chain links lay scattered across the wooden surface. They mingle with discarded metal scraps and the unkempt curls that keep escaping Jesper's braids no matter how many times he tucks them back in.

"Past bed-time, lad," Ansgar murmurs, reaching out to rescue the pliers dangling from slackened fingers.

He could of course have reminded the boy earlier, but wasn't it a shame that he'd forgotten to, and now it was too dark to allow his half-awake protégé to wander the wet streets.

Ansgar smiles to himself again as he gathers the lad up into his arms and carries him quietly over the the spare cot in the corner, blowing out the candle as he goes.

“See, now, was that so bad?” for Edvin?

"Yes," Ulf sulks. "It was that bad. Your hands are colder than Tursgud's heart and that cleaning stuff stings more than a rope burn. And it smells as bad as Thorn. Worse."

"You're very evocative today," Edvin says primly, but he smiles as he smears salve across the long scratch on Ulf's arm. "Almost finished. Hard part's over."

"And thank Gorlog for that. Bet we could scare away all of Skandia's enemies just by you waving your medical kit at them."

"It's definitely a thought," Edvin agrees as he finishes tying off the last of the dressings.

I've been handing out Herons

Would anybody like one?

mostlyonthefloor

Ohhhh I see, I wondered why I had them

Do you .... want them back? They're both a little too quiet in a plotting way

yours are quiet? one of mine got some love and affection and now he’s crying

victoriantreecat

Everyone seems to be getting some good enrichment. Are any in need of an outfit upgrade?

i think jesper does —his tiny chibi tears have made his shirt all soggy 😞

twofoursixohjuan

oh terrible. I will send Stefan over to lend him a dry shirt.

wonderful, thank you. does stefan want a snack when he comes over? i gave them bread and dried fruit, as well as warm oat milk

Stef likes strawberry cake. I'll have Kloof bring it over. Brace for impact.

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yayyy, very good dog —uh oh, she started chewing on the bread. she’s getting through it at an impressive speed ngl

victoriantreecat

It's ok, Stef is a bit too preoccupied to notice

oh wonderful! they can eat some cake now :D

this is

adorable

help

arweiha

Honestly, the fact that we never got to see Hal teaching the Herons how to swim is a crime

I want to read swimming lessons with Hal, we were robbed!

Yes. Yes.

Half the crew can’t swim a yard, Ulf and Wulf are too busy dunking each other to pay attention until Hal orders Ingvar to dunk them properly, Edvin’s actually pretty good, Stig almost drowns, Jesper gets distracted by a rock, Stefan keeps calling for help in different voices and driving Hal insane, Stig almost drowns again, and someone steals all their clothes.

Oh, and Thorn’s sitting on the dock, calling out helpful (re: extremely unhelpful) tips and reminders until Hal invites him into the water to demonstrate and Thorn promptly remembers a terribly important appointment he’s late for.

…anyone wanna write this with me?

chaotic-refrigerator

Stefan crossdressing and using a high feminine voice to infiltrate someplace; a couple of the Herons come too as 'bodyguards' and are struggling to hold in their laughter

given the fact that Stefan is short and can mimic voices, yeah. In fact, I dunno why JF hasn't made Stefan mimic a girl(it could hurt his vocal cords). I love this idea :) I’ll try to write a fic of this idea, actually.

twofoursixohjuan

Come on, JF, why hasn't this happened yet?

"Yes, my dear friend has unfortunately contracted a slight cold," fluttered Stefan as he accepted a cup of tea. Lydia bit down on her lip, hard, turning her face away to smother a snort. "It's a dreadful shame, but you know how the weather can affect one's constitution in simply the worst ways."

Jesper lowered his eyelids in coquettish thanks, taking the teacup passed to him and sipping daintily.

"Indeed," tutted their host. "Alberic, dear, do offer our guest some more honey for her tea."

Seemingly unaware that he'd been addressed, the lad continued to pick his nose without pausing in the absent contemplation of empty space he'd been occupied with since the Skandians had first taken seats at the tea table.

"Alberic!"

Jesper took the opportunity to slide a fork with the Heathfen family crest on it into his wide sleeve.