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Place a ⭐ in my askbox and I’ll say some nice shit about you.

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

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URL CHANGE: ivarragnarsscn >> lodbrokson

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reblog this if you actually like following me.

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What was your first impression of me? What is your current impression of me now?

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@theboatbuilderswife is awesome pass it on.

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Send 💔 to accidentally tell my Muse you hate them during an argument

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I disappeared and I feel very sorry about it. If it’s any consolation, hardly any of my muses got attention anywhere but Discord, so... eh, sorry again. But I’m back here to re-gather threads. If you want a (short, mind you, still getting muse back) starter, like this post. Feel free to DM me or add me on discord.

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theboatbuilderswife replied to your post: Eyyy witches, guess who’s back? It’s not slim...

-rolt- ‘sup, kom je hier vaker?

ey meisje. Alleen als er zweefteven en milkshakes zijn tbh.

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Eyyy witches, guess who’s back? It’s not slim shady, it’s me. Sorry for prolonged absence caused by STRESS. But no worries, splendid, milkshake-loving and asexual Ivar is here to, you know, brighten up your day (and pester his mom @theboatbuilderswife I’m COMING FOR YOU) and anyway I am going to try and find all your things.

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"You're leaving?" his voice was quiet, for once, silent against the night sky. "But what about me?"

What about him? Ragnar was gone, Aslaug was dead. He had truly thought he was alone, and now, as in some twisted sense of faith, he wasn't, but he would be soon.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Please don't."

"Helgs," he said, and he sounded more relieved than anything. To see her alive, to see her well, Floki at her side. She could see how there was emotion in him he often refused to acknowledge. "You're alive."

random things || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

                                    She had lowered her hood of her cloak just the slightest, having hidden herself behind Floki’s tall figure. It had not been their intention to make themselves known, not to anyone. They were meant to leave, to flee these lands knowing it would only bring them more misery if they decided to stay.

     ❝ I am — ❞  The wound in her neck had already healed, thanks to her husband’s hands. It had never been life threatening; the body that was buried never having been hers but that of a dead Saxon woman whose flaxen locks had resembled hers.

     ❝ — but you know we can not stay here. ❞

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I am literally willing to rp with anyone on kik or discord but the tumblr app... This app.

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let me introduce myself

1. the meaning behind my url 2. a picture of me 3. tattoos i have 4. last time i cried and why 5. piercings i have 6. favorite band 7. biggest turn off(s) 8. top 5 (insert subject) 9. tattoos i want 10. biggest turn on(s) 11. age 12. ideas of a perfect date 13. life goal(s) 14. piercings i want 15. relationship status 16. favorite movie 17. a fact about my life 18. phobia 19. middle name 20. anything you want to ask

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

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Anon hour starts now. Everything will be answered.

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He had been trying to heat up water in order to wet a cloth and soothe the cramping in his legs. He hadn't meant to wake Helga but now he did and he saw her, irritated, something in him flared up, irritated as well.

"I did not ask you to help me back into the hammock," he snapped. "And I will go outside in a moment. It is not like I intentionally woke you."

It was the pain combined with something else. The fear of disappointing Helga.

“ stop bossing me around, you’re not my mom. i’ll go to sleep when i want to. “ ((sorry was too perfect))

3 am sentence starters || ACCEPTING

                                 ❝ And keep us awake with you restlessly crawling around? I can not put you back in that hammock Ivar, and I am not going to wake Floki to do so for me. ❞  She had a blanket wrapped around her shivering self, standing just behind the small fire still burning in the hearth as she looked down at the boy with a scowl on her face. Not often would she get irritated, but even the littlest sounds reverberating through the small home at night was more than enough to keep her awake.

     ❝ If you are not willing to go back to sleep then go outside, take a few furs with you if you need, but please let us sleep. You know how Floki gets when someone wakes him up without a good reason to — ❞

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“Sorry for being ungrateful,” he mumbled quietly, and that was all she was going to get, but it was more than most did. He unbuttoned the sweater vest he was wearing and tossed it aside, casually, looking at the door of the tent.

“Well, if it’s nice out,” he started, “I suppose we could sit in front of the tent and read, or so. Or whatever you do on a holiday.”

Whatever you did on a holiday. He had no clue.