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✕     Newly re-established indie BRYNHILDR.                        About. |  Rules.  

    Formerly nordiixa; re-vamped on 14FEB2018.   ✕

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✕   MY NEW BRYNHILDR IS OVER   H E R E .     ❤  !!!

Go ahead and follow if you want. I’m still setting her up, but the blog is 90% finished.

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❤      I’ll be working on moving this blog to somewhere new this afternoon. A fresh url. A fresh start. Basically a total do-over. I’ve lost all muse for where Brynhildr is right now, but I’d like to start over with her.

I have a much better understanding of Fate now than when I began her blog in May 2017, and I want a do-over. Bear with me.

However, if you really want to keep whatever sort of relationship is between Brynhildr and your muse currently, message me and we’ll talk about it.  If I’m no longer feeling it and I’d like to start over, I’ll let you know.  If we don’t talk about it, consider the relationship terminated and our muses starting from scratch.

I’ll post the new blog here when I have it.  It won’t have an ‘iixa’ url. XD

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Witch Aesthetics // Norse (Viking) Witch

Requested

Music Witch | Desert Witch | Water Witch | Love Witch | Cotton Candy Witch | 

Sun Witch | Swamp Witch | Cottage Witch | Ice-Snow Witch

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"Lancer, I made you something!" Vivian holds out some chocolates, all shaped like hearts. "Here you go!"

@aecorus.

✕     Brynhildr did not expect any sort of trinkets like this today… Today was an especially romantic day in the modern world — but Brynhildr knew that she did not hold anyone’s love… It would seem that even friendly relations were giving gifts today, as well! Brynhildr felt terrible that she had not prepared anything for Caster, but she looked at the chocolates with great awe, a small swoon of admiration departing her cold lips.

“Ooh… These are so beautiful… Caster… I will cherish them… Thank you so much…”

Before the end of today, she would have something to give to Caster to thank her more properly for this kindness… Kindness… … … Oh… … …  Caster should not be so kind to her… Brynhildr quickly took the chocolates and turned from Caster, trying to depart from her before she could let her thoughts get the better of her.

“… I must go…”

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coimeadaisiochana replied to your post: ✕     IC suggestions that your muse has anything...

But what if they want something to do with Bryn? Just saying, a day of fighting off yandere valkyrie would be a great Valentine’s for Scathach -

✕     Fight me.

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✕     IC suggestions that your muse has anything to do with Brynhildr’s beloved will always be met with violence, especially if your muse is a woman. That is who Brynhildr is. This is not a game.

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"I do not seek your husband in such a way. I only enjoy his camaraderie and wine." The snek states, before offering Valentine's chocolates to make amends.

@maledicti-oculi.

✕     Brynhildr slapped the chocolates out of Rider’s hands, unimpressed with this feigned attempt at peace. Brynhildr only had a simple though to share with Rider before slamming the door in her face. 

“If you approach my husband again, I will set you ablaze, split you in half, and slaughter everyone you know and love.”

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#GO GET YOUR OWN HUSBAND CU. } excUSE u???? I have better standards than that smh

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✕     “There is NO greater hero than Vlad. How dare you,” she snapped with poison somehow seeping into her soft and otherwise gentle voice. “He is too good for you. The greatest and noblest hero is destined for the daughter of Odin — not you.”

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SWINGS IN FOR MURDER WITH HER GIANT MURDER SPEAR

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scREAMS AND GOES RUNNING.

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✕     Do you people think this is a game?

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voyvodas:

Oh.

✕     CLING.

All this murder is all for him.  ❤ !!! She’ll never let him go.

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✕      She loves Vlad so much. Yes, she does.

And she will murder anyone who looks at him today.

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voyvodas:

      “—” 

Without words, he pressed his lips against hers. The excitement caught him without breath, she deserved it if he stole hers too for a little. His fingers ran through her hair, noting the change of her otherworldly hair. It was like a night sky set in motion… but so was she, being all of the stars in his. He let up with a grin, then a sigh. Releasing her he walked to the door of their room, typed something into the lockpad and turned to face her again. Back pressed against the steel door, it locked up with a click. In the end he could only laugh softly at themselves.

      “So I’ve been letting you wait? You’ve to forgive your foolish husband then. Well, my love… then I’ve no other choice than to make it up to you for every minute you’ve waited.”

Although declaring that so openly, a hand bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. With a deep exhale, he pushed the weights off his heart. 

      “I don’t plan on opening this door until my name fails to pass your lips and until your racing heart becomes too much for your ears to bear. That I can only offer you my love in a body this monstrous is regrettable…  is this even something yours can take?”

…actually, that was rather stupid to say. Realizing that, he burst out laughing at his own making a moron out of himself. It seemed the art of poesy was failing him now in excitement. 

     “…hahahaha, I’m sorry, I’m afraid you’ll have to shut me up as well! I love you, my dearest Brynhildr! I love you, I love you more than anything. With every moan, every shout, every touch, I’ll confess it.”

He pushed himself from the cold steel, returned to the warmth by her side. Seeking her violet eyes again, he dismissed the steel armor and took off the chainmail shirt, dropping it aside without much care. When he finally stood next to the Valkyrie again half undressed, he breathed teasingly and with a hint of playful threat (of that bloodthirsty side she adored so much).

    “You’ll have to silence every last part of me.”

✕     Brynhildr watched him go over to the door with a big smile on her lips, her hands clasped together in front of herself, eager for him to return to her. The way he leaned against the door was so handsome --- the way the atmosphere moved around him was so breath-taking. There was nothing about Vlad that was not entirely beautiful and overwhelming. She was much too lucky to have him.

And he talked about a body so monstrous! Nonsense! She wanted to argue with him, but when he began to laugh at himself, she joined him, a rare sound of Brynhildr laughing. She, herself, was a monster, just a beautiful one designed by the gods to be perfect. She loved every inch of him; each scar, each sinew, each inch of skin that made him who he was.

When talk turned to love and moans and touches, Brynhildr’s blush returned to her. Vlad didn’t need to speak to make her heart flutter --- and it did seem like the excitement at their current circumstances was making his tongue twist the wrong ways. He was always so eloquent; the poor thing didn’t need to be embarrassed. 

Brynhildr rested her hands against his abdomen and ran them upwards, crossing his the muscles of his stomach and chest to hold the back of his neck again as her own armor disappeared from her, leaving her in the black dress. 

She started to rather eagerly pull him with her as she walked backwards towards his bed, kissing his neck many times. He said she would have to silence him, but Brynhildr intended to make him moan and gasp her name many times in the coming hours.

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Strange lands await us, brave men going forth long ships set your course before the wild gales. Chase the new world, explorers of the north, heroes make history in Vinland vales. Only the saga scribes know where we roam, at long last Valhalla’s Song calls us home.