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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Callie’s Lovers Aesthetic 2 of 3, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak- @taloswatchoveryou

[varondiil]

--- @taloswatchoveryou​

     ❝ No, I’m not --- I merely wish an audience with the Jarl. ❞

     The low evening sun cast long shadows across the Palace of the Kings, muted further in its grays by the thick clouds above. A quiet day, as they come, and one in which an odd figure sought entry to the fortress. Just past the threshold the hooded stranger stood, prevented access from within by threat of sword --- drawing an irritated sigh from the Mer.

     ❝ We ain’t fallin’ for your Thalmor tricks, elf, ❞ dripped the guards’ cautious tone, gaze narrowed through the Visor. Varondil understood the distrust, naturally; it was why he adopted a gentle tone, not wishing to further any mistaken hostilities. The war had been harsh, and understandably those of his appearance would be mistrusted anywhere.

      ❝ Better be out o’ these walls by nightfall; Aldmeri dominion or no, they won’t notice a single missing knife-ear, ❞ came the other soldier’s words, his accent so thick to be near-illegible. A glance over their shoulders and the Falmer could glean the great hall within, the crackling fire bathing ancient stonework and grand, aged tapestries in a noble, gentle glow. Even the throne could be seen, though the Jarl he sought absent from its seat.

     So close was he that the Mer briefly pondered using force --- a thought that must have shown somehow on his face, for the guards’ suspicions grew tenfold within the breadth of a heartbeat, swords drawn fully. Or perhaps merely it had been a warriors intuition, a sixth sense garnered for such things that can only be acquired by those who’ve experienced the battlefield firsthand.

     Either way, a moments later he was at swordpoint being led to the castle jail. A clenched jaw was all indication the elf gave towards his situation, pursed lips withholding any scathing comments he wished to let loose that would only aggravate his predicament. Still, he was otherwise left alone as the cell door swung shut, and could only wait as a messenger was sent to alert Ulfric to his presence.

     Well, he thought, tugging his hood further about his pale features and taking a seat upon the cot, perhaps this may actually have worked in my favor.

[helreginn]

If they had a kid meme: for Ulfric and for Torstein =3

Ulfric:

Name: Erika Helsdottir

Sex: Female 

General Appearance:  Dark brown eyes, rounded chin and cheeks. Brown hair. Fair complexion. Average height and weight. 

Personality: Constantly smiling. Strict and disciplined when need be. Not a leader like her parents, rather someone who does as they are told happily. Sings when she is scared. Cares for everyone, regardless of their station. Family Orientated. A bookworm. 

Special Talents: I don’t know if you could call it a special talent, but she had a whole army and a half wrapped around her little finger when she was a toddler. If her parents weren’t able to lead, she could fill in a pinch (at either parent’s home only). 

Who they like better: Neither. Both are loved wholly with her heart. 

Who they take after more: Ulfric. Hel’s women-must-work-harder mindset isn’t the best. But knowing her grandmother, Erika doesn’t blame Hel for being that way. Angrboda knew the only way a woman could earn the same respect as men was to carve it out for themselves. 

Personal Head canon: Erika loved the stories her grandfather (Loke) would tell. She used to make Ulfric and Hel sit and listen to them with her. Hel didn’t mind in the least. She rested her head on her father’s thigh and let his words carry her back to the peace of childhood. Ulfric however was not as pleased by the stories told again and again, each time with more ridiculous and outlandish details added. Yet part of him felt the longer he listened, the more truths came about than fiction. 

Face Claim: Rachel Miner

Torstein:

Name: Erna 

Sex: Female

General Appearance: Blonde hair, like her father’s. Nearly inhuman pale blue eyes. 

Personality: Like her mother, a stare from her eyes can be soul penetrating. But that does not take away the warmth of her heart. She is mischievous in all the best ways. Erna makes friends easily, keeps them forever. Headstrong. Loyal. Independent. 

Special Talents: It’s unclear if her parentage had a hand in it, or if the fates deemed it her gift; Erna can speak with animals. All animals. In her later life she speaks on their behalf. Fights for them when no one else will or cares to. 

Who they like better: Hel. She is a mummy’s girl. 

Who they take after more: Hel. Could’ve been just a Jotunn/human hybrid, but she became a god. Took on the duties that came along with it. Learned from Hel’s experience. 

Personal Head canon: Erna wanted to know her uncles and grandparents. Wanted to know where she came from. Hel was only too happy to show her. But Erna grew scared and wanted Torstein to be with her. He met Hel’s family and realised they were much more peculiar than stories had claimed. Jarnvidr, having been there, he decided was a better place for Erna to grow. Hel could not have agreed more. It was convenient he was to die soon. His time on Midgard was done but Hel would not have him leave their daughter. With all he knew thinking he was dead, Hel took them both to the Iron Wood where Erna belonged. 

Face Claim: Emily Berrington

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👗 (for Torstein and Ulfric =3)

In order, Torstein and Ulfric! 

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Coming Home (Closed)

Callie hadn’t planned to be gone as long as she was, which is why she had left her sons behind in Windhelm when she traveled to Valenwood for her brother’s wedding.  She had insisted she would be fine and that would travel faster alone.  It had been hell to leave her boys as they were both so young and she hated being away from Ulfric while the war was still going on, but she couldn’t skip this event, so she left early one morning with intentions of coming home within two weeks.

She had arrived in Valenwood with no problems and her brother’s wedding had been lovely, but she ran into trouble when she tried to pass into Cyrodiil.  She’d tried to keep her plans and her identity quiet, as she knew she could be used against Ulfric if someone were so inclined, but she hadn’t expected an entire group of Thalmor Justiciars to be waiting to ambush her when she tried to crass the border.  Despite her best efforts, they had known exactly where and who she was. Though she knew trying to escape was pointless, she turned her horse and ran, causing them to kill her horse and sending her flying into a tree, making her easier to capture.

Though she had heard horror stories and seen first hand the torture the Thalmor could inflict, it seemed they were under strict instructions not to harm her.  She was heavily guarded, but treated well enough while they transported her to the Thalmor Embassy in Skyrim.  She had been there before, before she moved to Windhelm she had sold a great number of arrows there, but this was a radically different situation and she had no idea what to expect.

In the end she was told she would be used as a bargaining tool to get Ulfric to surrender, and she immediately began to plan her escape, which she carried out easily enough while Elenwen was throwing one of her parties.  She had a brief run-in with a Frost Troll and she took an arrow to the shoulder she didn’t have time to heal, but she returned to Eastmarch nearly two months after they had been expecting her.

It was the middle of the night when she entered The Palace of the Kings, looking distinctly rough than the guards were used to seeing her, but thrilled to be home.  Confirming that Ulfric and the boys were asleep, and she asked one of the servants to run her a bath, and took her time getting cleaned up and dressed so she didn’t look quite so terrible when she woke Ulfric.

After she was clean and she had healed her wounds to the best of her ability, the arrow wound in her shoulder was still painful and angry looking, but it wasn’t open anymore, she checked in on her sleeping sons and then went to the bedroom she shared with Ulfric.  She moved to walk inside, but paused, not sure how he would react if she just walked in, so she knocked on the door and stepped inside, “Ulfric?” she asked, quietly, “It’s me, are you awake?”

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Continued from here with @taloswatchoveryou Giving birth, had been easier than Helga had expected. Ofcourse there had been pain, and it hadn’t been pleasant. But from what she had heard, she had had it easy. Only a few hours from her first contractions to holding her absolutely gorgeous daughter in her arms. The 9 must have been watching, blessing her through this journey from the moment of conception. It must have been meant to be. This child would grow up to do great deeds, just like her father. Helga was getting quite annoyed with all the people fussing around her bed. She was tired, and wished for her husband to be there. Someone had been sent to give him the news, and the dissapointment lingered that he hadn’t been there for the first moment of his daughter taking in her first breath. But voices in the hall, and the loud clattering and stomping, announced the approach of a warrior, and though she hadn’t looked up from her daughter for the last hour, she could tell it was Ulfric. It was only when he spoke her name, that she raised her eyes to him. He was an absolute mess, blood and dirt covering him completely. But his eyes were so hopefully focussed on her. And then on their child. She could not help but smile warm and bright. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “We have a daughter” Helga chocked out through the lump that had appeared in her throat. “she is so beautiful-” Not quite yet, had Helga thought about handing her daughter to the father. She didn’t want to let go of her. For 9 months she had carried her, and the thought of having to be away for more than a minute nearly pained her. The midwife, eventually whispered it into her ear. And Helga made a small nod. Finally properly showing the Jarl his daughter. Offering him to hold her.

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taloswatchoveryou

Ulfric had achieved many things in life. The son of a Jarl, a Tongue, a worthy warrior, Great War veteran, survived torture by the Thalmor and by the Empire seperately, escaped imprisonment three times, faced death by the headman’s axe and escaped from that, too. But he had never been a father before. It was something he had dreamt of ever since leaving High Hrothgar and the strict teachings of the Greybeards. In his bustling life, the only opportunity to get married and have children faded with the Markarth Incident, and he had never found the right commitment, time or person for it again. Until now.

Admittedly, he was still unsure about marriage, but that he would become a father soon was a fact. It was because of this that he had travelled to Riften to meet with the city’s Jarl once again. The band of people the Jarl of Windhelm had brought along was plenty as ever. Thieves and assassins were known to dwell in the Rift, and it would take only one Imperial fool, one coward, to call upon their services to kill the future High-King. However, this risk was worth it for this visit. He had been eager to make sure that the mother of his child had been faring well, and there was much yet to discuss.

And so, the Jarl of Windhelm found himself setting foot inside the longhouse belonging to the Jarl of Riften. It was warm and cozy inside; a welcome difference to the cold outside. While some of his soldiers beelined for the fire at the center of the hall, Ulfric stepped around them to look for the lady he was here for.

For Hel, a child was not so hard a thing to imagine. With or without a husband, had the desire ever arisen, it would only have taken a night or a few with any of the many men trying to sleep their way into power. It never did, though. Not until it was decided for her. What with her brothers and nephews, her family was large enough as it were. And somehow, even with all of her accomplishments, a child seemed so daunting. The scariest thing, in an already scary world. 

Never mind what having Ulfric for a father meant for the unborn babe. By comparison, Hel seemed entirely carefree before she learned she was to be a mother. Since, her days were spent trying to quell the building worry. She hadn’t sought power with a child in mind, didn’t think how the two might coincide. Her family was supportive in this endeavour, as they had been in every one before. That alone was what had solidified her decision. A child, while she was still of age to have one. Ulfric’s, if he chose to claim it. And he had. Much to her surprise. 

Blanket over folded knees, Hel had fallen asleep with a book in her hand and her head fallen on her shoulder. Positioned the way she was, you could not tell that she was nearly five months along. And showing more with every day that passed. In the quiet sanctuary of her own room, it was the most at ease any would ever find her. 

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"Haha. /Tulip/." (insert smug smile here)

“Tulip is a far better than what I hear people call you,” he sneered, gritting his teeth in annoyance.