#Viking Day

[niladhevan]

Valentine, please stop deflecting everything with jokes, I thought we were having a Moment here.

Happy Valentines' Day! Better known as Viking Day in this house ! I love you with the force of a gay berserk and an emotionally repressed heir of King Arthur combined ! <3

[midoristeashop]

Jack prost

Jack studies but I was only allowed to ref the rotg concept art 🤩

[toastchild]

All the (completed at last) How To Train Your Dragon illustrations I made for uni!

[stressedbeetle]

I don't know if tumblr already knows this but there is an intersex viking from about 1000 years ago

they were buried with woman clothing and two swords so archaeologists thought they might've been a woman warrior, but dna tests show they had XXY chromosomes! and considering what they we're buried with they likely had a non-binary role in the society:D

[thereweredragonshere]

Long time art admirer here, ADORE YOUR WORK!!! As a request can we get some good ol’ fashioned HTTYD1 era Hiccup whump in here 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 perhaps with some protective Toothless or Buffstrid? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Absolutely yes. Httyd1 era Hiccup whump goes so hard. That leg is not giving him a good time.

[zecoritheweirdone]

look at him, and tell me there's a god.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 272

You know what could be fun for Ghosts Are Dragons? How to Train Your Dragon Crossover. 

Like, both seafarers and vikings were incredibly superstitious people, even if we don’t see that a lot in the movie series. 

And Danny well, he might’ve managed to convince Clockwork that you know what? They do deserve a vacation, fuck the Observants, let’s find a world where we don’t have to worry about the GIW and just vibe! 

Now Clockwork, as anyone with eyes can tell, has a soft spot for the little ghost, there are even bets on when he’ll finally bite the bullet and properly adopt the little hatchling. In fact it’s so obvious that several others, Pandora and Frostbite included, borderline kick him out, telling him to yes, do go on a vacation, remember what happened when we all told Pariah to have a vacation and he didn’t? Exactly! 

So there they go, a pair, er a trio, um, alright Clockwork currently has six hatchlings with him. Alright. Okay so he’s never had a vacation before (nevermind with his future vision mostly turned off) and is maybe a hint wrong-footed but that’s fine. It can’t be that hard, and really, he easily dwarfs even the biggest dragons in this world, so what’s going to mess with him, hm? 

Ah.

Perhaps he should remember how idiotic humans are at times. 

[viking-raider]

Two Hearts - Cotton Candy Goodness

Summary-> It's a special Valentine's Day for you and Henry.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.4k

Warnings-> G: Fluff, Language, just two nerds in love

Inspiration-> V-Day!

Author’s Note-> It's stupid late!

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“Perfect!”

Henry smiled as he sprinkled a few more white rose petals amongst the red that dusted the grass of the backyard of the Dorking mini-mansion he shared with you and Kal.

“Kal, quit trying to eat them!” He scolded the Bear. “You have to leave some for the surprise.” He sighed, brushing a hand through his curls and looking at all the work he put in with the trail of red and white petals, outlined with twinkling LED tealights, that led from the open back doors of the house into a heart shape underneath the gazebo, where you usually relaxed during the cool or warm, English days to grill, practice lines or Henry keep his sword skills sharp.

However, the sound of an engine coming up the driveway startled Henry back into action, a nervous panic filling his stomach as he dashed back into the house. Hiding the leftover petals, he took a deep breath, settling himself, before greeting you in the foyer as you came through the door.

“Hey, babe.” He beamed, taking your purse and coat. “How was your spa appointment?” He asked, putting them away, antsy and hoping you didn't suspect anything.

“It was positively lovely!” You answered, toeing your shoes off. “The full body, exfoliating massage with hot stones was pure bliss, and we may need to invest in getting our own vitality pool.” You smiled up at him, your whole body still feeling tingly, limp noodle, in all the right ways and places.

“I'm glad I booked you the correct treatment, then.” Henry purred, hooking an arm around your waist to pull you into a sweet kiss. “But, I have one more surprise for you.” He confessed against your lips.

“Really?” You frowned up at him. “I haven't given you any of yours yet.” You commented, hugging your arms around his waist.

“What could you possibly give me that I don't already have and need?” He asked, blue eyes soft and soulful.

“Oh, there's many things to come in our future, Henry Cavill.” You giggled, pushing up on your toes to kiss his stubbly jaw, then broke free from him, scurrying away upstairs to your office, a sacred place Henry never tread unless you were there.

Making it the perfect hiding spot for anything you wanted to keep Henry's paws off of.

Plucking up a cute Valentine's day gift bag, you returned downstairs to find your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. “Happy Valentine's Day, Puppy.” You smiled, handing it over with a giddy excitement.

“Thank you, Dove.” He winked, crossing the foyer for the den, plopping down into his gaming chair and removing the red tissue paper. “Holy!” He gasped, eyes flaring as his blue orbs were greeted with the bag's contents. “Babe!” He snapped, pulling out the latest GeForce RTX graphics card. “I've been trying to get this for weeks, but it's been sold out!” He looked up at you, mouth hanging open.

“How?”

“I sold what was left of my soul.” You chuckled, grinning, having listened to Henry's laments every time he checked for the card to be in stock. “I had my dad watch the site virtually around the clock, with my bank info, and the instructions to buy it the moment it came into stock.” You bit your lip and looked so guilty. “I confess, the card has been in the house for like two weeks.”

“You've had the holy grail of graphics cards in the house for two weeks?” Henry whispered, stunned. “I've been sleeping in the same space as it.” He grunted, shaking his head, gently setting it on his computer desk. “I'm canceling your gifts.”

You laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “No, you're not! There's one more.”

“I'll think about it.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as he dived a hand back into the bag, feeling around, until he caught the edge of an envelope. “What's this?” He frowned, opening the flap to discover a single swath of fabric.

“You know, how we started your family tree, and you wanted to know more about your Scottish side?” You reminded him. “To get; in touch with your Highlander side.” You quoted him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the soft stitching.

“Well, I've been fiddling around with it, and I found the Tartan for that side of your family tree.” You explained, pressing your lips together. “There's this company I found online that replicates it. I just had them do the pocket square, cause I wasn't sure how into it you'd be, for something more full blown, like a whole kilt or--”

Henry stood up and practically crushed you against his body, leaving just enough room to breathe. “Thank you.” He whispered into your hair, nuzzling your strands softly. “It means a lot more than the graphics card.”

You smiled and snuggled against him, inhaling his scent and warmth. “I'm glad.”

The two of you stayed in your embrace for a long moment, enjoying the quiet closeness. Until Henry spotted Kal charging in, petals in his mouth.

“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, shifting in his arms.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong, my love.” He grinned, turning slightly so you didn't see Kal. “But, it is my turn to give you your last gift.” He cooed, removing a red blindfold he had tucked in his back pocket.

“Oh, I didn't know it was kinky Sunday.” You teased, allowing Henry to blindfold you.

Henry chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of your nose, resting his hands on your shoulder and helping you turn around. Disoriented as you were, you trusted Henry to guide you wherever he was taking you. Back through the foyer and to the back patio, where the start of his rose petal trail began, thankfully still intact. Despite Kal's seeming intent to eat them like the strange goat that he was. He stepped around you, taking your hands to help you down the single step out of the house and navigate the patio furniture.

“Where are we going, Strider? Mordor?” You quipped, the scent and feeling of freshly mowed grass and the cool, fresh air greeting your nose, telling you where you were.

“It's closed this time of year, little Hobbit.” Henry chuckled back at you, bringing you to a stop under the gazebo and the center of the rose petal heart. “I thought we'd visit Rivendell instead.” He cooed, removing the blindfold.

Blinking a few times, you looked about you and admired the gazebo. Everything that normally adorned it cleared away, so it could be decorated with the rose petals and twinkling fairy lights. The four corner supports of the structure had photos of you and Henry throughout your relationship adorning them. To which Henry had made a sweet note on each.

“You went all out, while I was at the Spa.” You said, looking up at him, a wave of suspicious nerves hitting you.

“It was a double motive.” Henry smirked with boyish guilt.

“So, what was the other part of your motive?” You asked, a slight squeak in your voice.

Henry took your hands in his, massaging his thumbs over your knuckles, while trying to build the courage and words to speak what he was feeling. He took a deep breath, nervously kissing one of your hands, with a soft chuckle.

“I love you.” He blurted out, meeting your eyes. “I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I love you. When we're not together, even if it's a different room, I miss you, and I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. Then, when we are together,” He drew in a breath and sighed softly, the ghost of a fond smile on his lips. “I could care less about anything else.” He confessed to you, releasing one of your hands to access his front pocket, kneeling on one knee at the same time.

“Oh, cheese and crackers.” You sighed, eyes wide.

“Or maybe, Cavill and Cavill, if you say yes?” Henry replied, holding out one of the most beautiful rings you'd ever seen in your life. “To marry me?” He cocked a hopeful brow.

“Yeah.” You nodded, stunned, excitement building in you like carbonation. “Yes!” You giggled, bouncing on your toes. “God, Henry, YES!”

A beaming smile lit up Henry's face as he stood back up, taking a moment to get the ring on your finger, his hands shaking so bad. “Now, you can eat them, Kal!” He shouted towards the house, making you laugh, before he pulled you into a breathless kiss.

[thesinglesock]

I had to get the image out of my head (context)

[uwmspeccoll]

Milestone Monday

Rain Day is celebrated each year on July 29th (and it's raining here in Milwaukee today)! The tradition began in the 1800s when pharmacist William Allison noticed a unique occurrence of rainfall every July 29th in Waynesburg, Pennsylvania. This led him to keep a record of rainfall for the day, and the celebration has since become a widespread day dedicated to the love and appreciation of rain. In Waynesburg, people often bet on the weather, but more common commemorations include learning about rainfall and rainwater conservation.  

In honor of Rain Day, we are sharing Umbrella, written and illustrated by Taro Yashima (1908-1994). Published in 1958 by The Viking Press, Umbrella tells the story of Momo, a young girl who receives rubber boots and an umbrella for her third birthday. She eagerly awaits a rainy day to use her new umbrella. Yashima's lively illustrations capture the vibrancy of the weather and reflect Momo's joy in the rainy day. Umbrella was named the 1959 Caldecott Honor Book, solidifying Yashima's place in children's literature history. It is another book from our extensive Historical Curriculum Collection that can be explored online here. 

Read other Milestone Monday posts here 

– Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

[uhohbestie]

A quick doodle from chapter 5 of our scarian zombie au fic, There Are Monsters Nearby.

I drew this months and months ago, when Key and I first started brainstorming the plot, 'cause I was so in love with this moment when Scar finally has a dramatic moment of his own. You show 'im, Scar. You set that beloved car on fire. 🔥🔥🔥

[archerinventive]

Spring days got me like. 🪷🌸🪻

Things have been so busy lately, but I just had to stop and take a moment to enjoy this amazing weather we've been having. ☀️

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. ❤️

This image from 2021 is inspired by @elenaskitalets' gorgeous rendition of “Freya”.

I highly recommend checking out Elena’s wondrous art page @ https://www.artstation.com/skitalets

[guysshowingofftheirmuscles]

Have A Great Day! B

https://www.instagram.com/guysshowingofftheirmuscles

[parhelias]

I forgive you. I forgive you all of it. I love you as the rain loves the earth. As the mountain loves the sky. I will love you when the star returns, and when the black waters swallow the world.

[robocop1906]

St Patrick's Day - a very very bizarre celebration indeed. A British and Roman priest who attempted to annihilate the Druids, conducted exorcisms to banish the great Irish faery deity Aine, who told lies about the faery, who claimed he threw Pagan women who would not convert into the ocean and they became mermaids, who "drove out the snakes" (the Pagan ways) and attempted to turn the great bright god Lugh into Lugh-chromain (Little stooping Lugh) which would become "lephrecaun". I adore the Irish. I revere Ireland. I have that old blood singing within my veins. But this day is a day to celebrate the survival of the Old Ways despite what this "Saint" represented and the cruel action he took. Today, I wear the green, for the fae, for the Old Ways, for the shining ones and the deep love of the land. Blessings to you all my friends. A blessing on the survival of the old ways, and of the Truth emerging from the distortions of history.

🇮🇪☘️🍀💚☘️🍀🇮🇪

[thevikingwoman]

Happy birtday @ahollowgrave, I hope you had a wonderful day! How about some lizard tail, or a cute afternoon with Meryta💜

I wanted to join the fun with some vanilla gposes, thanks @lilas for the encouragement and location suggestion!

And a glamour shot, thank you <Fae> for randomly providing a beautiful garden