#Olafsson

[ivarthebadbitch]

I know where your smile is, Harald, because I get to see it every day. If you ever want to find it again, all you have to do is meet our son.

[viking-chaos]

Magnus Olafsson | Set Sjöstrand Vikings: Valhalla | 3.02: Honour and Dishonour

[300yearschallenge]

in 1787 Charles Elias turned 18.

There wasn't much of a celebration, not like the huge parties that were usually held by the Olafsson-Park branch of the family.

Still, Laura baked a cake and the cats, Theodore, Laura and Mr.Isak all gathered to celebrate him.

For Charles Elias it didn't feel like too much of a change, not really.

He still lived in the same way he had these past few years, and he still did the same things he usually did.

At most he felt a greater sense of maturity, perhaps, and an earnest desire to make sure that whatever his future held it would look nothing like his life had under Joseph.

[lasaraconor]

[soffiisims]

1312

It has start to feel like summer! 🌼☀️

Like now, like back in the 1310s

I just cannot with toddler Erik. He has to be the cutest toddler I've ever had in my game 😭💛

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[crystalclaire]

a playlist to help you romanticise your life🪻

[lostinmac]

Touch (2024)

Dir. Baltasar Kormákur

[dailydccomics]

blood and found family Justice League America #85

[vera-dauriac]

My Spotify Wrapped highlights

I love you, Bach. I love you so much. You keep me sane. If all my owned music got factored into this as well, there would just be more Bach. (Olafsson at #4 is primarily from my obsessive listening to his Bach album.)

And this just makes me giggle.

[s-memorando]

Ólafur Ólafsson: "Sotto una pioggia gentile"

Questo libro è stato segnalato dal gruppo di lettura della Biblioteca di Bagno a Ripoli, che frequento per aver dei contatti interessanti qui nel mio territorio. Autore islandese, di Islanda, terra che amo moltissimo, in questo libro non c’è niente. Si tratta di una storia d’amore interrotta sul nascere che si svolge quasi interamente tra Londra e il Giappone. Intrecciata alle vicende del…

[ivarthebadbitch]

Where do you go when you've lost everything? You go back home.

[viking-chaos]

Magnus Olafsson | Set Sjöstrand Vikings: Valhalla | 3.08: Destinies

[300yearschallenge]

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3

"You don't have to give all the fish guts to the cats," Theodore said, "They'll get fat, lazy and stop hunting vermin. Save some for the chickens."

"But they love it," Charles Elias protested, "And they feel sad otherwise. Don't you, Brons?"

Brons let out a loud, impatient meow, eyeing the food in Charles Elias' hand.

Charles Elias had taken to his punishment of no outings with relative ease. There was always work to be done, and he could always dote on the cats a little extra.

"Speaking of sad…," Theodore said, breaking Charles Elias' reverie, and nodded in the direction of Laura.

She drifted by without a word, her eyes somewhere far away.

It was one of those days. Charles Elias called them her 'silent days'. Days where she would avoid everyone and hide away, and even when she was physically present her eyes were dazed, empty.

Wherever Laura's mind went on her 'silent days' was a place Charles Elias didn't like.

"May I go check on her?" Charles Elias turned to Theodore.

"Of course," Theodore said and then grinned, holding up a fish heart, "I'd have to be pretty heartless if I said no."

She'd sat down on a log further down the beach, and even though Charles Elias knew his footsteps were loud on the ground she didn't react or turn around.

"Laura?"

No response.

"Hey, Laura?" Charles Elias tried again.

"Go away."

Her voice was cold and angry, and Charles Elias immediately paused. But he wanted to do something about her mood, and he didn't want to just leave her to sit out here all alone. Even if that was what she wanted.

His eyes fell on a patch of dandelions by his feet, and he bent down to grab one.

"But I brought you a gift," he said.

Laura paused, and when she spoke her voice was a little less cold, "A gift?"

"Yes," he said, "I can go away but I'd rather give it to you now."

"What is it?" She almost turned around.

Charles Elias held his hand gently around the dandelion as he went to sit down next to her.

"A wish," he said, holding it out to her, and as she looked between him and the dandelion her frown turned into a smile.

"That's not a wish," she said with a slight laugh, even as she reached out to take it from him.

"But it could be," he smiled, "Just blow out the seeds and your wish will come true."

"Hm," she said with a sarcastic grin, "Then I should wish for something truly outrageous. Maybe a castle made of gold."

"With a kingdom of your own," Charles Elias added.

"Of course," she said, "And let's not forget the fairytale prince. But a human one, no snakes or trolls."

Her smile faltered a little, and then she took a deep breath and slowly blew out the seeds to the wind.

"What did you wish for?"

"If I tell you, it won't come true."

"Oh, right."

There was a beat of silence and then Laura whispered, so quietly it was almost drowned out by rush of waves against the beach, "Thank you."

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[lasaraconor]

[soffiisims]

1318

After I gave birth to a daughter, that we decided to name Vilja (eng. grain) in hope of better harvest, Mats got into a hunting accident. He was wrecked and had to be laying down for weeks. It was hard to take care of everything at the farm right after I had given birth, but luckily Matti visited often and helped us. We had a lot to do at the farm, because this year the harvest has to success, or we are going to strave. But Mats was not improving. He was getting worse and growing impatient. He was frustrated that he was not able to help me and take care of us and the farm. And I think, this frustration was the thing that killed him.

Mats was done laying down and letting me, Matti and the children take care of everything. One day Mats got up and started working. I begged him to go back to bed, but he absolutely refused and in first time in our marriage he yelled at me. So I let him be. And I regret that more than anything in my life. Was his death my fault, because I gave up?

He was able to work two days, then he collapsed in the middle of working and did not get up. All the children witnessed this. I send Anne to get my brother and she obeyed. I tried everything to get my husband to revive, but it was all for nothing. He was gone. With his boots on, in the middle of farm work. Oh, I miss him so much! How can I manage without him? All on my own with the children? He got to see his newborn daughter, but our daughter will not know him. Oh, what am I to do?

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[machiavxlli]

Closed Starter

Winter was coming upon it's last month. Cold wind still moved through the woods, snow still covered their homes. Fishermen still had to crack ice that was created overnight, and miners still had to cover themselves in animal pelts to get work done. For some, today was a day like no other. But for the leaders of this land, it was an important day. They were to host the royal family, specifically the princess of the realm and her children. A marriage treaty between King Dallin and Princess Elowen had been forged, and the North made good on the promise to host the future Queen and her children in their halls.

The House of Montfault and Dallin's family never saw eye to eye. Years ago, the North had disconnected from the King and his politics, due to foul play and bad politics. Blood was shed, many lives were lost. But now, with the order of the current King and a new threat arising in the realm, he could not say no.

Dallin, ever the stoic, waited at the docks with a serious look on his face. Next to him, his son Bjorn stood. A tall boy of the age of three and twenty. Only a few inches shorter than his father, with blonde hair and blue eyes. "I heard they have dragons bigger than the Sunvern mountains." The young man commented, his father smiled. "That maybe true." Dallin cast a glance towards his son. "But nonetheless, we treat them with the hospitality we are known for. Less we end up at the ends of a dragons teeth."

Black wolf pelts rested on the shoulders of the two. The wolf was a symbol for their people, one of strength and comradery. Their crest was a wolf with a sword in it's mouth. On the horizon, the silhouette of the flying beasts came to view. People around came closer, whispering and looking at the creatures in awe and fear. Dallin, Bjorn and everyone around bowed as the white haired princess came before them.

"Welcome, your Grace." // @sacriiilegious