#Vikings ask

[flysafepapi]

Vikings ask ragnarsson reaction to seeing each other in vallhala

Okay, I haven’t thought as much about this, but here goes. (This is assuming they all made it there, which wouldn’t be the case for a few of them but we’re gonna ignore that for this.) (I apologise in advance for the wall of text. None of this is based in fact, only my opinions.)

Bjorn’s reaction would be mixed, both happy to see them there, probably still irritated about how everything ended up. Definitely still pissed at Hvitserk about Lagertha, but I think they’d both work it out after fighting to the death a few hundred times. I can’t see him and Ivar becoming friendly even in the afterlife, they both represent two different aspects of Ragnar way too strongly to ever get along for more than a few minutes at a time.

Ubbe, I feel, would mostly be happy that his family is back together again, regardless of how everything ended when they were all alive. Maybe a little less enthused to see Bjorn again, because I feel like, as the second oldest/oldest of Ragnar and Aslaug’s children, there’d be a little too much competition between them, even if they’d both never call it that. (We all know they’d be still vying for their father’s attention as they’re both, through different mothers, his oldest)

Hvitserk is the true middle child (I can relate bc me and my brother are both the middle children of all our siblings), so while he’s probably going to be hesitant at first, he’s absolutely the peacemaker of the family, so he’s gonna be doing the Absolute Most™️ to get everyone to either apologise to eachother for all the shit they did to eachother (extremely unlikely when dealing with Ivar) or just to at least pretend it never happened and move past it (much more plausible) Definitely goes towards Ivar first, a little because Ivar is not-so-secretly his favourite, but because a thousand years spent in the afterlife couldn’t make him drop the habit of making sure Ivar wasn’t being an idiot and overexerting himself. (It was supposed to be Ubbe’s job as the oldest but it was always Hvitserk that took over that instead.)

Sigurd is the tricky one, because he wasn’t really developed much in the series, and what little development we did get wasn’t the positive kind, so it’s difficult to say what I think his reaction would be. There’d be a heavy amount of annoyance in there, that “Oh my god, I can’t escape these people even when I’m dead” kind, but I think the more time that goes by, the more he’d mellow out and actually stop being so standoffish all the time. Except when it comes to Ivar. Those two are never making up, ever, being within six feet of eachother either ends in one getting killed until they come back the next day (I don’t know the exact time, I don’t know much Norse mythology), or they’re going to act like the other doesn’t even exist.

Ivar’s secretly going to be happy to see them again, minus Sigurd, but would never, ever admit it. Honestly I’m sure he would rather do literally anything else than tell Bjorn that maybe he doesn’t hate the mere sight of him. Hvitserk gets a pass on that, only when Ivar is sure they’re alone, and only if he promises never to ever tell anyone else. Gotta keep his reputation, of course. (Floki also gets another pass, but no one is surprised by that one, anyone with eyes could see that Floki absolutely has a favourite and it’s Ivar.)

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Zu, I can be a little horrible for what I'm saying but in Viking Au, Nightmare could have told Horror that Cross was planning to betray him to get rid of Cross... but also to get revenge on Horror (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠)

Like you said he was pretty frail when he was smaller, and now he's got an important role. But he may still have resentments towards people in his village who have always been powerful enough not to be mocked. And Horror was the most powerful, so he was a bit of a scapegoat for his resentment (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

Oh you've got a point! Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Nightmare was smart enough to turn the situation to his advantage against both of them at once (but miscalculated a bit anyway :')

Although it was advantageous for him to stay an advisor to the strongest monster of the tribe, since he could control Horror through his tips and “the will of the gods” (not always, unlucky, since Horror was a rather stubborn ruler ò_ó)

But after suffering enough, Nightmare finally found a gold mine, and he wasn't gonna leave it so soon.

[sboochi]

TTS AU let's gooo

After Rapunzel’s hair grows back, new faces make their appearance in Corona. It’s up to the four (plus friends) to solve the mystery of the black rocks!

[gramnel]

Here we go, @papysanzo

Thank you for the idea, although I feel like a cheated a little with flowers hehe👁️ but I like the way it all turned out!

[ifindus]

Waiter, waiter!! More Viking Scotnor headcanons please! (If you have any ofc :3 )

Oh no!! Not my weakness!! 😳

Their relationship during the viking age was mostly very amicable, apart from a few minor fights and arguments later on. In contrast to England and Denmark, Norway and Scotland mostly co-existed peacefully beside each other and even developed a friendship. Norway has always been a traveller and would rarely stay in one place for long, but he would often spend his summers and occaionally autumns in his territories close to Scotland before moving along on his next adventure. During these months Norway and Scotland would hang out and Norway would tell Scotland stories about all his adventures out on the sea, exploring westward, as a hired soldier for the Byzantine emperor, helping out Denmark with his wars agaisnt England, and joining Sweden on his trips east. Scotland would think these were the coolest stories and always look forward to Norway's occasional visits. And sometimes Norway would even bring him exotic gifts he'd picked up on his travels.

[ottosbigtop]

a humble bob/helmut request for them doin like literally anything hahaha

also for the future au I wanted to say am really charmed by the cameras as ask conduits, and that in turn that means Otto is still fucking at it inventing and building things and handing them to his fav little mentee of his mentee

They are… looking :) ran out of steam to color this but ohhh how I care them

and thank u! Otto is a curse upon the psychonauts and will never die until you venture to the deep caverns beneath the Motherlobe and kill the giant mechanical heart that keeps him alive. All in due time.

[alexandriaellisart]

Do you have any ideas about raven's dragon personality? Their relationship?

Btw raven is looking drop dead gorgeous in that photo, jason would be STUNNED speechless.

ahhhh thank u so much! ^-^

i think raven and her dragon would be very similar personality wise!! I haven't thought about it a ton but i think that deathsong might be able to sing?? like a horrible sad prophetic dragon song. Also together they might be able to see the future? i'm not sure about any of this lol. also in this au i think Raven is a lot more powerful, having closer connections to druid magic etc, and also she would feel a lot less bad about using her (black) magic than modern day raven does. also they really like each other <3

[ivarthebadbitch]

You did not hesitate today.

[deathbytheplague]

Sept 17th 2024

[alicedopey]

🧿: Which fandom would you like to live in?

Considering the warm welcome and the amount of love I got from the Vikings fandom, I'm gonna choose this one. I've met pretty awesome people on Tumblr and most of them are from this fandom.

I still interact with some of them even though the series is finished and it's great.

A shoutout to my girlies whether they are still active or not: @naaladareia @gearhead66 @therealcalicali @lisinfleur @honestsycrets @inforapound @youbloodymadgenius @akamaiden @ivarswickedqueen @lupy22 @oddsnendsfanfics @waiting4inspiration @geeky-introvert @laketaj24

Thanks for the ask !

[flysafepapi]

Vikings ask ragnarsson reaction to ivar dating heahmund

I’ve been waiting to answer this one, me and my sister discussed this at length, because we both love this idea, probably a little too much but we’re mentally ill so.

Bjorn is just relieved that now someone else can finally take over the responsibility of keeping the chaos gremlin from causing too much trouble, until he realises that Heahmund actually doesn’t mind the fact that Ivar must make at least one person angry a day and even encourages it because he thinks it’s weirdly endearing. Then he realises that he didn’t manage to get away from the chaos gremlin, he just gained another.

Ubbe’s immediate and instinctual reaction would be to ask how that works with Ivar’s condition, but he’s not suicidal so he doesn’t actually say that out loud, because as soon as he did Ivar would without a doubt try to strangle him or something. They just skirt around that issue. He’d probably just accept it and try not to think about it.

Hvitserk does ask about it, and gets away without getting maimed and/or murdered, but only because he doesn’t mean it in a malicious way, he’s genuinely curious about how that ended up happening. It’d probably take him a few days to adjust to it because it’s new, but after that he wouldn’t even give it a second thought, like of course Ivar would start up a thing with the bishop, he’s just like father after all.

Sigurd goes the other direction and never stops asking about it. Every single question he can think of, even the ones he should probably never speak aloud, and it just leads to a whole mess. Sigurd is the one that actually asks how that’s supposed to work and Ubbe is the one that has to drag him away before he gets killed for it (he’s not sure which one would do the killing, normally he’d say Ivar but something about Heahmund tells him it’d probably be him)

Of course all of this changes if they didn’t know who Heahmund was at first and only knew that he was a Bishop, because they’d be picturing someone like Athelstan in their heads (ignore that half of them wouldn’t even remember him), probably this skinny little guy who tries for the peaceful option instead of fighting, so they’d be hilariously blindsided when they do finally get to meet this guy and Heahmund walks in. Their brains would sound like the modem dial-up noise.

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Your Viking drawings are so cool. I love NM's role.

[isa-sketches]

Hello! Love your art!! I see you've drawn Idunn, Frigg, Hel, Freyja... Will you also do Sigyn? :D (I don't remember if I have already asked you, sorry XD)

Thanks in advance! :)

Hii! I'm not sure really! The project kinda stopped up when I started on a goddess and I ended up struggling a lot lol! So I never finished her. I cannot for the life of me remember who she was supposed to be either haha. (It might be Sif) I'd love to make more tho!

[raspberryvv]

YOUR VIKING SUKUNA AU IS SOOOOOO GOOD IM LITERALLY HYPERFIXATING ON IT maybe viking sukuna coming back home to his pregnant wife hunting or goofing off? I think viking sukuna would be soft around his children and secretly like them a lot :< BEAUTIFUL ART BTW

OMG HELLO ANON ☹️☹️🤲💓💖 THANK U SOSOSOSO MUCH FOR LIKING IT ‼️‼️ I'm happy to see someone brainrotting over him as much as I am 😞🩷

ALSO, I'M ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THAT HC 💔💔 He's this tough and rough chief of his tribe, merciless to anyone who gets in his path UNLESS it's his wife or kids, he'd be so mushy around them, he'd spoil them rotten and bring them trinkets he found while hunting or raiding a village 🥹🥹 PLAY FIGHTING is a must too, he'd pretend to lose and let his kids climb all over him and watch them cheer before scooping them up and throwing them on the bed or something (man is STRONG) he'd especially be soft for his daughter 😔😔 sigh but his son would be an exact copy of him so it'd be chaos with that little boy (Sukuna wouldn't be as soft but he'd still love him unconditionally and would def teach him how to hunt etc.)

And this man would love his wife to death and protect her with all his might 😞😞😞 It'd be so close to worshipping actually, LIKE HE IS WHIPPED AND I STAND ON THAT‼️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

anyway, thank u sm for this ask, I'm so happy u like the AU !! I might draw your idea later when i have time 🫂🫂

[wexhappyxfew]

Hi! I love your Silver Bullets girls, and Carrie x Douglass has a special place in my heart (even more since your last writing with them). So, for them I'd like to ask 35. (kissing their bruises and scars) from the Touch prompt list or 5. (the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other) from the Subtle love list. 💗

HI FRIEND!!!! thank you so much for sending this and i am so so glad carrie and dougie have meant a lot, alongside the Silver Bullets girls (it seriously means SO MUCH and i always say it but its true!!!) THANK YOU FOR THE OPTIONS TOO!!!! i couldn't help myself and went with the second prompt (5) and decided to focus on some of their earlier meetings with one another and how they've developed into the people today. let's just say, i had a lot of fun! thank you SO MUCH!!!!! :D this was so much fun! <3 (and sorry for the wait for this....the semester was its usual chaos haha!)

greenland

(a/n): safe to say, for my carrie x dougie enjoyers, this was FUN to write. we get a bit into life before the annie bradshaw era of silver bullets! WITH captain birdie faulkner. BUT, because i am a sucker for someone who haunts the narrative and is simply talked about, we don't actually meet birdie here, just hear about her as a leader and all (a running theme!). we also get a bit into the storyline of what dougie means when he said he wanted to ask carrie to 'dance in greenland in THIS PIECE. and also carrie's dislike for greenland lmfao. please enjoy!!! <3

Greenland was anything but green, it seemed.

Maybe that's why the Vikings called it that - to freak the living fuck out of any sort of enemy that was bound to come this way and make them mistake what was actually a stupid ice block for well - 'green land'.

The landing had been less that superb and Captain Faulkner had dismissed them all to the bar to the left of the tarmac for the rest of the evening off.

Birdie Faulkner was everything, including a realist, and she seemed to understand that the rather harrowing conditions of their landing was something that required at least a drink or two before bedding down for the night.

With a half-finished beer, Carrie was sure that she could've fallen asleep in that very chair for the time being, but she had to present herself a best she could. With the newest B-17 group collected, Silver Bullets was formulated and crafted by that oh-so-brilliant mind of Birdie Faulkner, and they all had her to thank. And Carrie had to look a bit more put-together than usual - prove she's not just a wash-out bombardier with lackluster experience. That she deserved the spot in Silver Bullets more than anyone else.

"So?" a voice came from her right, settling into the other plush, leather seat at her side, the smiling face of Bessie Carlisle appearing as she popped open her own beer bottle, "Greenland, huh?" Carrie smirked and rolled her shoulders and glanced around.

"It's cozy, really," Carrie offered, "I'm considering taking a swim in the river, suntanning-"

"Okay, smart ass," Bessie said with a chuckle, her boot nudging her own foot, "can't say I'm complaining. Finally out of those training cycles, working towards the war. Maybe, we'll actually put ourselves to use instead of waiting just to go on a practice run." Carrie watched Bessie and then smiled widely.

"Love it so much that I may tell my future husband that 'Hey, we're moving to Greenland!', pack up the truck, babe, forget Brooklyn, home is where the grass is a solid as a fucking rock," Carrie said, sipping her beer, "not to mention the weather. I love to freeze."

"Someone's happy." a new voice chimed in, as Francis settled into a chair opposite them, sucking down a portion of her beer and grinning, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic about something." Carrie deadpanned.

"I'm really jumping for joy over here, Monty." Carrie told Francis, raising her glass of beer up in mock ceremony, "You know me so well." Francis and Bessie burst out into laughter as Carrie leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked towards the ceiling.

"When the hell are we going to England?" Carrie asked, counting the flecks of rotting wood in the wooden ceiling, her eyes tracing the pieces that stuck out of the ceiling panels before losing her spot and recounting, "If I could just get another beer started, I'd be ready by tonight to head out. No pit-stops for me, I'm just fine with a beer stop and then jetting off to England and calling it a day."

"I wish I had the same energy towards that, Bergie, I really do," Bessie said, "afraid to say I'd ask for a few hours of sleep thought over that."

"Sleeps overrated half the time!" Carrie admonished still staring up at the ceiling, "How you gonna get a thing done when sleep's-"

"Exactly what you need." Carrie blinked a few times and into focus above her head came James Douglass - fellow bombardier, with whom Bessie had introduced on one of Carrie's first days after her transfer on base.

Carrie remembered first time seeing him coming towards them, with that carpet on his face he called a mustache, a sharp smirk, a rather loud, somewhat obnoxious voice, a quick hand-shaking, before he was wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pointing out to various areas along the base like they'd been friends for years - something that had caught her completely off guard. And ever since then, with their few chance meetings, they'd been nothing but a trifle of teasing jabs and somewhat good-natured fun.

Key word: somewhat.

Because she could never actually read James Douglass unlike Benny DeMarco or Hambone Hamilton who were just about as sweet to her as her grandma's hotcakes. He'd see her and beeline, make a few jokes, flirt shamelessly, and then go dance with the next girl who'd take his hand. He was quite the character and Carrie usually didn't engage in much conversation past when he'd come to seek her out.

Except now, he was hung above her like a hyperactive golden retriever, like the dog, Kering, that had lived down the street from the Achterberg's in Brooklyn all her life. Running out of the Wilkes house anytime the door opened, barking and sniffing and tearing around the neighborhood like a lunatic. Yeah, Kering the golden retriever who looked like he was a lunatic reminded her exactly of James Douglass.

Nice to know home was never far.

"What are you trying to say, huh?" Carrie asked, still slouching in the chair and staring up at him hovering over her. Douglass grinned at her, showing off his pearly whites and that charming look on his face and he let out a chuckle.

"You know, a little sleep never hurt a soul. Only reason we're even alive," Douglass said, reaching forward to rub her shoulder, "makes the brain happy or some shit. Makes people less….cranky."

"You calling me cranky, now?"

"Cranky. Now that's just one of many words-"

"Oh, you little-"

"Alright!" Bessie said standing and shoving Douglass pack from where he currently was occupying Carrie's headspace, "Nice to know some things never change." Carrie glanced at her as she sat up and Bessie raised a brow with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Douglass said from behind Carrie, before he moved around her chair and took the other open seat in the grouping of four, and kicking back to relax. Carrie watched Bessie before looking at Francis, who was rather interested in her cup of beer, before glancing at Douglass, who was already looking at her.

"What?" she murmured, before he made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"How was the flight over, Douglass? Invigorating?" Bessie asked Douglass, with a smile - leave it to Bessie to be sweet as cream on any given occasion.

"You woulda thought Greenland would be, well, fucking green-"

"That's what I said!" Carrie butted in, getting looks from the other three, before settling on Douglass who was watching her, with a mixture of interest and annoyance, but she couldn't seem to decipher the two and sank back in her chair, "Greenland's cold as fuck, not some East Coast paradise I'll give ya that." She heard Douglass chuckle at that as Carrie took in more sips of beer.

"With the way we were flying in, I wasn't even sure we were gonna make it at first, I'll tell you that," Douglass said, "you sit in that nose and you swear to God that you'll smash right into the tarmac. Good ole Ev Blakely don't let that sorta stuff happen though."

"Yeah, a real crap shoot." Carrie muttered, "Thought Birdie was gonna bring us in sideways." Douglass raised a brow as he sipped his beer.

"Guess you can say they lied about the fucking weather, too," Douglass offered, "really nice place here. Could barely move my fingers and toes when I actually stood up fully." Bessie let out a chuckle and started sipping her beer again as Carrie narrowed her eyes at her.

"Hey, they're putting on some music to dance, y'all wanna come?" Judy Rybinski's joyfully said as she appeared behind Francis, "C'mon Bessie, I know that look anywhere, you wanna!"

"You know me too well, Jude," Bessie said, getting to her feet and finishing off her beer.

"I'm coming with! No shot I'm missing a chance at good music and good company." Francis said getting to her feet, "The company part may be a stretch-"

"Oh c'mon!" Judy said, taking Francis' hand before looking at Carrie and Douglass unmoved in their chairs, "You two coming?"

"I'm going to continue working on these beers, Jude, but I appreciate it," Carrie said, "Greenland's officially fucked me up." Judy let out a chuckle.

"You enjoy that then, Bergie," Judy said before looking at Douglass, "Dougie?" Carrie glanced sideways at Douglass who sat quietly, before glancing over at Carrie and then Judy again.

"Maybe next time," he said with a nod, "I promise you a dance, got it?"

"Sounds good! Don't have too much fun!" Judy called before she disappeared and some Artie Shaw began playing over the speakers.

"Good to know we have one thing in common, Bergie." Carrie slowly looked over at Douglass, that annoying nickname rolling off his lips like it had before, "We both hate Greenland." And he grinned at her and couldn't help but smirk back.

"First off, don't call me that. Second, you might be right about that," Carrie said, sipping her beer again, "you know that it's called Greenland because of the Vikings?" Douglass let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Nah, you're fucking with me," he said, "the Vikings? The guys with the horns on their heads?"

"I'm not kidding," Carrie said sitting up and fully meeting his gaze for the first time since he had hung overtop her, "I swear to you, they did it. Tricking their enemies. For the sake of how much can they fuck a person in the head." Douglass watched her for a moment, before letting out a laugh and sipping his beer again, before smirking.

"Maybe they were just being smart," Douglass countered, "before they knew that it was just one sheet of ice for miles on end. Then they realized what a shitty name Greenland was." Carrie stared at him for a moment, before smiling slightly, unable to hold back her grin.

"You really know how to get under my skin, don't ya?"

"Guess you could say I know what makes you tick."

"Oh so now you suddenly know everything about me, huh?" Carrie said, leaning over to give his shoulder a playful shove, "Well, go on, what's my favorite color?" She watched him and noticed him glance at her lips - surprisingly - before moving back to her eyes.

"I don't know….blue probably." Carrie watched him and stilled for a moment.

"Uh….yeah, actually." she said quickly, and forced down the way her cheeks flamed (and for what she didn't know), "Alright, well, where do I come from?"

"Brooklyn." Douglass said, laughing at the look on her face, "Look, sweetheart, that New York accent ain't just a voice with Southern twang. I know if I was walking down the streets, and I heard your voice, it'd be you."

"God, what the hell." murmured Carrie as Douglass chuckled, "You won't get this - school subject." Douglass looked at her and then smirked before leaning forward.

"Something with math, right?" he asked her confidently, "You don't just get interested in this sorta shit without having some interest there." Carrie watched him and tilted her head.

"Are you mind-fucking me or something?" she asked him, "How the hell-"

"Just good at reading people I guess." Douglass said with a smirk, "Contrary to popular belief, Bergie, I usually know what I'm talking about. There's a reason I'm a bombardier and not just some journalist or something." She watched him and licked her lips.

"Is that why you joined?" she asked him, "The Air Force? Flying in B-17s?" Douglass glanced at her and nodded.

"Had to join the fight somehow, couldn't just sit back and let the fucking Nazis think they could walk all over us," Douglass said, finishing his beer, "that sorta stuff just don't fly around here. Well, except us. We fly." The two burst out into laughter, before they both died down and looked to one another. For a moment, they were quiet regarding one another with somewhat hesitant gazes as Carrie finished off her beer.

"Well, I'm gonna head-"

"Did you wanna-"

They both watched each other, before breaking out into laughter and righting themselves.

"You go." Douglass said.

"I was gonna head out. Get some rest. Pretty tired." she said quickly, her heart racing as she smiled at him with a nod, "You?" Douglass stared at her and for the first time, she saw the sudden shyness in his gaze as he glanced away from her and then back.

"Just…was gonna get another drink, but you head out, get some rest," he said, before smirking at her, "you need it."

"Oh, you asshole." grumbled Carrie knocking his shoulder before standing to her feet, Douglass following suit. The stood there for a moment, looking at one another - usually, if this were a Silver Bullets girl, she'd give them a hug, but with Douglass, she felt frozen in place. She stuck out her hand instead, to shake, and he shook her hand, and she felt more awkward than ever before, as she shook back. His handshake was firm though, and confident and suddenly made her feel like some 16-year-old girl in high school and balked.

"Well, I'll see you around." she said, stumbling back a bit, "Night!" And she disappeared quickly - like she always did. She found the barracks, promptly settled into bed, and then stared at the ceiling, counting the dried pieces of wood hanging from the panels again.

And she replayed the look in James Douglass' eyes - over and over.

And for the first time in years, all she could think about was James Douglass' eyes that had watched her like that, as she tried to fall asleep.

To say the least, it was the best sleep in months.

[spookyserenades]

Naughty tipsy hour ask: most to least likely to enjoy giving oral more than receiving 🫣

OOP!

1. Jimin. Expert eater and enjoyer

2. Namjoon.... those lips........

3. Hoseok. Freak

4. Taehyung and Seokjin tied just wanna please her so bad

5. Jeongguk and Yoongi tied. They'd both be really into eating her pussy don't get me wrong but they'd looooove oral from her a lot. A LOT