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Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

Anime

Imagines.

(H) kakeru Sengoku - Her Little Merman 🌺

(H) Keishin Ukai - Assistant Manager 🌹

(HMC) Howl Pendragon- A Thing Of Beauty 🌺

(LOK) Mako & Bolin - Brothers Charm 🌹

(MHA) Katsuki Bakugo - Silly Nicknames 🌺

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Villainous Love 🌹

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Little Helper 🌹

Combo.

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(H) Asahi Azumane - Pregnant Hungry 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Animation

Imagines.

(QFC) Garrett Touch Says All 🌺

Combos

(A&TAE) Dimitri & Cale Tucker - The Tucker Twins 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

Nsfw/SFW Alphabet.

Celebritys

Imagines.

Hayden Christen - Yn Moment 🌺 Jamie Flatters - Admiring The Interviewer 🌺

Henry Cavill - Distraction 🌺

Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺

Combo.

Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

🎃 Colby Brock - Love Even In Death 🌺

Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺

Jamie Flatters - Attention Thief 🌺

Jamie Flatters - Bakery Girl 🌺

Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺

Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺

Combos.

Avatar Cast - Dream Come True 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Games

Imagines.

(BG3) Astarion - Love From Cold Lips 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - For Your Pleasure 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Flaunting Treasures 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Sweet As Sugar 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹

(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺

(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

Combos.

(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️

(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹

(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺

(SR) Fratpack - Bare Claws🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀

(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺

Combos

(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹

Different Aus.

(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

(BG3) halsin - NSFW

Movies

Imagines.

(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺

(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹

(JB) Jennifer Check - Boyfriend And Girlfriend 🌹

(MG) Regina George - It's Me Regina George 🌹🌺

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

Combos.

(HPM) Remus & Sirius - Moon Light 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(D) Harry Hook - Second Star To The Right 🌺

(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺

(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺

(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹

Combos.

(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Series

Imagines.

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(G) Bruce Wayne - Taste Of Red 🌹

(OUAT) Peter Pan - Whisked Away 🌺

(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹

(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁

(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺

(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺

(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹

(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹

Combos

(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹

(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹

(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹

(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Combos.

(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

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[self-shipping-doll13]

Halloween Drabble

Wc: 771

Blackness reigned in the skies. This late in the year, all the leaves had been shaken from the trees, profound in their nakedness. In the white ghoulish glow of the streetlights they looked like tall, bristly hairbrushes jutting out of the ground. Wayward sycamore seeds and pine cones littered the pavement as I walked, and the air smelled of rot.

But I had a slice of cake wrapped up in tin foil, meant for two. A plastic bag crinkled at my thighs, and the wind whistled shrilly as I reached the end of the avenue. It found chinks in my jacket and snuck in. Creaking open the gate, I stuffed my hands under my arms to preserve warmth as I pressed the doorbell.

“Hey. You’re here.”

I grinned as I kissed his cheek. “It’s so nice to see you.” The warmth that flooded my chest had nothing to do with his body heat.

“You too… C’mon, get inside.” He tugged, urging me into the shelter of the house. I sighed in relief, and Ivar shouldered the door shut as I took off my scarf. Sparse Halloween decorations hung limply from the archways. At least someone in the house was passingly fond of the spooky season, I thought with a smile.

Coffee was one thing that never seemed to leave Ivar’s bloodstream. It had been that way since we met. Now, I could tolerate it so long as the taste was faint. The leftover cake—a remnant of what dad chanced to buy cheap in a petrol station—was a pretty good, sugary compromise. In the kitchen, Ivar wielded the kitchen knife like a murder weapon. While finding cold drinks in the fridge, I snapped my head around to the thunk he made on the chopping board as he divided it in half.

Ivar glanced up at me. “You’re staring at me now.”

“Only because you’re being so violent with that knife.”

“Who, me? I’m gentle, I’m always gentle,” he drawled in a sarcastic manner, tossing the knife in the sink. “I’m just cutting it. It’s all going to get eaten anyway.”

Instinctively I went to rinse it. “True enough.” My eyes flicked to the triangular slices. I peeled off a bit of icing. “Here, have a bite, see if you actually like it.”

He looked amusedly at the fragile sliver of cake. “What, like a little taste test? See if it’s up to my standards?”

“You know I just like doing this,” I said mischievously.

And he liked me doing it. He gripped his crutch, tilting his head towards my pinched fingers. For all his roughness with the knife, it was gentle as a kiss.

“Sweet,” he granted me as he licked his lips, hand on my wrist. “But I can barely pick up the coffee.”

“That’s why it’s so tasty.” Grinning, I nudged a crumbling piece onto my plate, sucking clingy crumbs from my thumb.

As promised, the rest of the house was empty aside from us, and shadows crept up from dark crevices. By the warm glow of a tall shaded lamp, I arranged snacks and drinks on a low table in the living room. “Shocks me that you haven’t seen the OG Halloween before,” I said while he set up the TV. “And it’s a classic, too.”

“It’s an old movie,” Ivar shrugged.

“Old movies are the best. You like Die Hard, right?”

And I knew I would be eager to sit down in a few months for a viewing of that with him. Easing, he seemed relieved to take weight off his legs when he sat down. I draped myself lightly over the setter, my cheek pressed up against the soft material of his charcoal grey sweater. One hand came up to idly rub my calf, stroking up to my knee, my thigh.

The beginning credits were so nostalgic to hear. That piano accompanied by those haunting synths, the carved Jack-O-Lantern rotting . My slice of cake was small so I savoured it, letting tiny bits of icing melt on my tongue. Sweeter still was the rapid beating of his heart that betrayed him, the pockets of stolen laughter as he sneered at the occasionally cheesy 70s acting.

Embarrassingly, I nodded off as The Shape was prowling Haddonfield. The lateness of the hour, the drowsiness of a busy week and the absentminded caress of his hands was a sedative. Ivar woke me during the end credits with a flick of my braid, he pointed out a spot of drool on his jumper, ribbed me, and said that next time he hoped I’d stay awake long enough to watch his favourites with him.

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 3229

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 14

The morning of the ball you are a bag of nerves.

“Y/N, I’ve done something and I don't want any protests because it’s done now and I can’t undo it.” Ivar's warning tone is surprising.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What have you done, Ivar?”

“I may have arranged for a hair stylist and a makeup artist to come here to get you ready for the ball. Please don’t take it the wrong way like I think you aren’t capable of doing it yourself, I just wanted to pamper you a bit, try and take off some of the pressure. Ok?” His face is pulled in apprehension.

You walk to him and throw your arms around his neck.

“Oh thank fuck, thank you so much, Ivar! I’ve been so worried about doing my own hair and I was kicking myself that I hadn’t booked in anywhere. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You cover his face in kisses.

His face is so proud it’s adorable.

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The glam team gets to his apartment and immediately starts discussing what to do for you. You show them the dress.

“I had an idea for hair earlier, I was thinking soft waves, like a 40s siren. With bright red lips?” You show them some pictures.

“Perfect. Classic. Love it,” shouts Caleb and he starts moving your hair into the shape in the photo.

“Yes, I’ve the perfect shade of red for your skin tone, we will do a less bold eye with statement winged liner” Jasmine, the makeup artist says excitedly.

They get to work right away.

Esmé even comes over a bit later in the day to make sure everything with the dress is ok.

“I feel like I’m heading off to the bloody Oscars,” you huff out a laugh at the three of them.

“You bloody look like you are,” Caleb retorts.

“It’s an important social event, Y/N,” Esmé tells you.

“Not as important as Pizza Sundays with the girls, which you must come to by the way. Sadie says she knows you and she asked me to ask you to come if I saw you again,” you tell Esmé, a little blush forms on her face at the mention of Sadie. You grin at her. It’s the same blush Sadie had when you mentioned you’d met Esmé.

“Sounds great, I would love to.”

When you are all ready you slip on Aslaug's heels and look at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognise yourself. Jesus Christ, I actually look hot. Legitimately hot. Ivar is going to be so proud to be seen with me.

Caleb, Jasmine and Esmé act like your own personal hype men which gives you the confidence to go and show Ivar. The three of them pack up and head for the elevator shouting out to Ivar that he is in for a treat.

You leave Ivar’s room, looking forward to his reaction.

He is waiting for you as you round the corner into the living room area.

His mouth drops open. He’s deliberately chosen to not see your dress and has not been in the bedroom all afternoon, so this is the first time seeing you in anything like this.

“See, baby, you can polish a turd.” you joke and laugh at yourself.

He just stares at you. Mouth wide open. Eyes roaming all over you.

You do a little twirl and look at him over your shoulder, letting him see your naked back with the line of jewels running down your spine. He groans at the sight of you, covering his mouth and rubbing his chin. You spin back round to face him.

“Say something, Ivar. I’m getting uncomfortable with you just staring at me!”

“We can't go,” he says seriously. “It’s a bad look for the CEO to be walking around with a raging hard on all night.” You burst out laughing at his words.

“I can’t even help you with it, I can’t mess up my makeup or hair!” You tell him from under your lashes.

“You are breathtaking. You are stunning. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. None of these words are doing you justice, Y/N.”

You eyes sweep over him in his tuxedo. “You look incredible in that tux, sexy as fuck” you walk to him but he steps away.

“Just let me look at you for a bit longer. My god, what did I do in a previous life to deserve you?” His voice is nothing but sincere.

You huff out a laugh at him. “Probably the same thing I did to deserve you,” you walk to him and cup his cheek, “we better get going.” His face is dazed. “Ivar, snap out of it, we need to go,” you laugh at him.

“Ok, but you have to walk in front of me all night so I can admire the view,” his voice is predatory now.

“Deal.”

“Oh, Sadie sent me some cufflinks, can you do them up for me?” He holds out the box. Two cufflinks with your initials engraved on one and his initial engraved on the other.

“You don’t have to wear those, Ivar,” you tell him, you wonder if he is doing it for Sadies sake.

“I fucking do, I love them,” holding his arms out for you to help him.

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You navigate the red carpet quickly, you spend a couple of minutes being photographed with Ivar, it’s so disorientating. People are shouting your names and you need to get out of the flashes so you whisper to Ivar you are going to head inside to the party, he gives you a kiss and the flashes go wild. You hurry inside leaving Ivar to it. You head to the bar quickly, and order an old fashioned. Your hands are shaking.

Hvitserk finds you trying to steady your nerves.

“Y/N, so nice to finally meet you in person, not just on FaceTime! I feel like I know you already the amount of time Ivar spends talking about you,” he smiles at your cringing face. “How was the red carpet?”

“Fucking horrific. I’m shaking!” You exclaim. You show him your trembling hand and he takes it in his.

“It gets easier, promise. You look amazing, by the way. Ivar has been smitten with you since you first met, as was Ubbe, I can see why,” he gives a smile, “I’m pleased that Ivar was the one, Y/N. He deserves happiness, and it’s clear you give him that.” You give him a look of genuine appreciation and a peck on the cheek.

“Get off her,” Ivar's voice is joking behind his brother “I refuse to let another Lothbrok man kiss my girl.” You both spin to him, Hvitserk puts both hands up and smirks at Ivar.

“Baby, just a heads up. Freydis is here, she just came up to me on the carpet and there were pictures taken.” He looks so angry that it makes you chuckle.

“Meh, don’t worry about it,” you shrug.

“Two old fashioneds please.” Ivar asks the bartender, giving you a wink.

“How has you being polite become an ‘in’ joke for us?” You laugh.

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The night is surprisingly fun. The music is good and Ivar asks you to dance when a slow song comes on.

He leads you to the dance floor and pulls you close to him, one hand entwined with yours and the other hand slides down from the nape of your neck coming to rest on the small of your back.

It’s almost as though you are the only people in this ballroom, but you quickly become aware of the eyes on you and he must feel the tension in your body.

“Just ignore everyone, love. Don't worry about the eyes, it’s just you and me. Like it always is, like it always will be. They don’t matter.” His voice is so reassuring that you relax into him.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, “Thank you so much for coming with me tonight. I used to dread these things but now I have you, it’s enjoyable. I love you.” Your heart skips a beat and you kiss him on his cheek.

“I love you, Ivar.” You can feel his smile against your cheek.

“Baby, we can’t stop dancing until my boner goes down.” He says quietly, making you throw your head back in laughter.

———————

Ivar has to go and mingle with the guests and you head towards the restrooms.

Aslaug catches your eye as you walk through the event and beckons you over. She gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/N. Stunning, sensational, classic.” She tells you, you spin around to show her the necklace.

“Perfect, very you,” she winks and you laugh. You chat for a few minutes then you head off to use the bathroom.

You couldn’t have picked a more awkward time. Freydis is standing, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror.

You use the toilet and come out to wash your hands. She is still standing looking in the mirror.

“Oh hello. Nice to meet the woman who stole my boyfriend,” she spits the words at you.

You turn to look behind you for dramatic effect, you know she’s speaking about you. You let out a massive sigh. “We both know that’s not true. You weren't together.”

“Well we would have been if it wasn’t for you. He’s just slumming it with you for a bit then will come back to the calibre of woman he deserves.” She goes back to applying her lipstick with a satisfied look on her face.

You scoff and turn to leave, but you can’t let her rudeness slide.

“You think you are better than me, why is that?” You walk to her side and face her. She shifts uncomfortably.

“You aren't a patch on me. You don’t move in the same circles as us. He needs someone more accomplished than you,” she says patronisingly, looking you up and down.

“How are you accomplished?” You ask genuinely.

“I am on the board of charities, I have raised huge amounts of money.” She looks so self satisfied it irks you.

“Freydis, that’s amazing, genuinely, but you are able to do that because you were born into an incredibly wealthy family. You haven’t had to make your own way in the world. Do you even pay for your own house, car, clothes, food? Don’t get me wrong, good for you, I am not hating on you, but don’t for one second think you are better than me because of it. You are just luckier than me because of it.” Your tone is light as you explain your view to her, her face is shocked.

You go to leave but turn back to her, “Ivar and I are in love, I’m sorry if you like him and that hurts your feelings, but that’s the reality of it.”

A fleeting expression of sadness crosses her face. You give her a quick sympathetic squeeze on her hand and leave.

——————-

You head to the bar and order your usual. As you are enjoying watching the bartender make your drink, the hairs in the back of your neck prickle. You feel a finger slide from your neck all the way down your spine and dip under the fabric of your dress into the crack of your ass. You spin around shocked, you thought it was Ivar at first but you know he wouldn’t have gone below the line of your dress in a room full of his colleagues. He wouldn’t disrespect you like that.

You are faced with a giant man, you only reach up to his chest, with heels on. His face is familiar, he reminds you of Ubbe.

“Hello beautiful, that’s quite the dress.” His eyes are all over you and it makes your skin crawl.

Anger flares within you at his disrespect. “Don’t touch me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Someone who can show you a good time, or maybe you can show me a good time. Do you charge by the hour?” His hand reaches out to touch your shoulder, you flinch away from him and he laughs “I’m Bjorn Lothbrok.”

This is Ivar’s half brother, same father, different mother. Ivar hasn’t told you much about him, but what he has told you isn’t positive.

The memory of his fingers on you makes outrage course through your veins, why do some men think they can do whatever they want to women? And he thinks I am a prostitute. You are seething. The wild woman within you makes you decide to teach the oaf a lesson, the setting you are in be damned.

You smile seductively and take a step into his space. He raises an eyebrow at your movement but his expression changes quickly when he feels your stiletto on the top of his foot. You shift all your weight onto the heel digging into him. His face grimaces and he goes to push you off him.

“Don’t make a scene, big man, if you touch me I will be very, very vocal,” you threaten him as you grind your stiletto further into his foot with a sickenly false smile on your face.

Your lip curls in disgust. “Do not ever touch a woman you don’t know like that again, you fucking pervert. Women aren’t here for your enjoyment, we have a right to feel safe and remain unmolested. Whether you believe me to be a prostitute or not, that is not how you approach a woman.” You nod at him with your eyebrows raised. You grind your heel again, getting satisfaction from the pain that crosses his features.

“Now, can I remove my heel and let you out into this civilised crowd with a promise you will keep your filthy fucking hands to yourself?” Your voice is light and airy but you are still feeling a burn of rage in your stomach.

You look down at his shoe, your heel has pierced the leather and probably the skin under it. Good.

“You might need some antiseptic on that foot, the expensive Italian leather hasn’t offered you much in the way of protection, has it?” You remove your heel, painfully slowly so you can see the savour the look on his face.

“I’m going to have you thrown out of here, you little fucking bitch!” His face is pulled into a threatening expression.

“Oh I’m not a little bitch, I’m a giant fucking bitch when it comes to dealing with assholes like you. Good luck getting me thrown out, you fucking ape,” you hiss at him.

Ivar has caught the end of the exchange and hurries over to you, searching your face. He puts his arm around your waist and stares at Bjorn.

“Is she yours?” Bjorn asks Ivar, gesturing at you.

You cut Ivar off before he can say anything. “No I am not, he doesn’t own me, but we are together if that is what you meant, and not just for the night, you Neanderthal. Please don’t be mistaken though, I would have put a hole through your foot whoever the fuck I was with after the way you touched me”

Ivars face swings to Bjorn. “What the fuck did you do?”

His eyes are back on you. “What do you mean ‘the way he touched you?”

The look on Ivar's face is scary, his jaw muscles are ticking and his nostrils are flaring in pure, unadulterated rage, his fists are clenched, his eyes back on Bjorn.

Shit, he is going to explode, he can’t in front of all these people, his colleagues. I can’t be responsible for fucking with his business.

“Ivar, love, look at me,” you say softly, slipping your hand into his. His face turns to you, “calm down please, he’s not worth it. It’s ok, I’m ok. I promise you.”

His face softens whilst looking at you but turns hard when he turns back to Bjorn.

“Get the fuck out of here Bjorn, you weren’t even invited. If you ever come near her again I will personally make sure it’s the last thing you do.” He motions for security.

Bjorn looks at Ivar, weighing up his options, looking around at the people in the room. He goes quietly, not before sneering at you both.

Ivars turns to you, his expression completely different, full of worry. “Baby, what did he do? Are you ok?” His hand is on your cheek. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“I’m ok, Ivar,” you run both hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck “nothing I didn’t handle, just let it go. I do not like him at all,” you huff.

You don’t know it but Aslaug has seen the whole exchange between you and Bjorn from the other side of the room. You also don’t see her mouth pulled into a proud smile as you calm Ivar down quickly and effortlessly.

Ivar pulls you in for a cuddle, his hand running from your back up to the nape of your neck.

“I’m done here, baby, let’s get back to our normal life.”

“Ivar, this is part of our normal life. You have a job to do here, go off and do it and we will leave as soon as we can. Don’t worry, I was on my way over to your brothers before Bjorn interrupted me.” You kiss him and usher him away to a group of old looking men in tuxedos.

He kisses your hand. “As soon as I’m finished we are out of here, I promise,” he walks back to you and whispers in your ear. “I am fucking you in the dress tonight.”

“Iris suggested you can use my necklace as a leash,” his eyes flutter closed and a horny groan leaves him. He reaches behind you and gives it the tiniest of tugs, your eyes widen. “Not here, Ivar!”

The look he gives you sends a shiver all over your skin. He leans in slowly and kisses you.

“I will be as quick as I can, now I mean, not later.” His mouth is close to your ear and he whispers “Later I am taking my time with you, there is not an inch of your body I’m not going to lick,” he winks and walks off.

Aslaug is at your side before you realise and you know you are still blushing at Ivars words.

“Are you ok? I saw your exchange with Bjorn. I was on my way over until I saw you handling the situation on your own. He shouldn’t be here anyway, I am sorry at the way he treated you,” she says, her face is like thunder.

“Not to worry, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have left a stiletto shaped scar on his foot, a reminder to not be such a pervert,” you tell her with a shrug. “I’m sorry if there is blood on your heels, Aslaug,” you shrug and giggle.

“Worth it,” she winks at you. “Come and meet some of the board, they are looking forward to meeting the woman who has melted Ivars cold heart.”

“Cold heart?”

“Oh yes dear, you didn’t know the old Ivar, you have made a big change in him.”

Chapter 15

[oldshowbiz]

The northwest corner of Ivar and Yucca Avenue as seen in the film noir Trapped (1949), directed by Richard Fleischer and starring Barbara Payton.

The english cottage looking building with the pointy roof is where author Nathanael West wrote the Hollywood novel Day of the Locust. 

The building is still there today.

At the top of the hill is the Alto Nido, the old 1920s apartment where William Holden lives in the Billy Wilder classic Sunset Blvd. 

The building is still there today.

[deansambrcse]

sheamus vs ivar oh this abouta be a classic

[artemiseamoon]

Payback 1

A oneshot series | Ivar & Roman ft. Jade Carmichael (Ofc)

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Warnings: A kinda dark fic with dark themes but not crazy dark I don’t go hardcore. Yes, I keep things light here but I do write darker fics too just never shared them. General themes listed below. Not condoning any of them or praising em.

Themes: adult 18+, kidnapping, being drugged, held hostage, sexual situations and themes, vampirism (blood, biting, killing), murder, scary situations, criminal activity.

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The mournful heavy notes of classical music faded in and out as she fluttered her eyes open.

The voices of the choir kicked in as Jade tried to move, quickly finding she was bound. Her head was spinning, thoughts were cloudy. She swallowed the knot in her throat and kept trying to get free. She could feel the chair click against the ground as she moved.

It was pitch black minus a sliver of evening light coming from a window across the room. Muttering to herself, she tried to remain calm as she fidgeted in the ropes, shimming her shoulder and arms with no luck. She was stuck.

The climax of the last song quickly led to another. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jade recognized the piece, the same as the one before it. But right now, her only concern was getting out of this fucking chair. The sweeping dramatic music agitates her already frantic state.

“Where the fuck am I?”

She wiggled some more in the chair and then stopped, the rope was burning against the skin of her wrists and ankles.

“Alright asshole, I get it!”

She shouted at the top of her lungs, her own voice booming off the walls. The next song began with a harp note followed by the violin; another song she knew - Danse macabre in G minor.

She stomped her heeled feet and then slumped against the chair, the ropes against her middle were starting to hurt too.

“Show your face, coward!” Her shoulders bowed forward as she sighed and hung her head low.

Within a second, the room went completely silent, no more music.

She heard a door somewhere behind her but did not have enough space to turn around.

There must be a staircase back there.

The sound of footsteps came next, followed by voices.

“You're not supposed to be awake yet sweetheart.” One voice said.

“I told you to give her more.” Another commented.

“If I gave her anymore, I could have killed her, then what use would she be?” The first guy said.

She twisted more in the chair, trying to see. No luck, and it made her already tense neck feel worse.

“Great, there are two of you.” She called back and slouched in the chair.

“Two’s more fun.” The first guy replied.

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[nogoodvongoladecimo]

(Ivar) "Trick or Treat Sawada-san! Big brother said i should ask treats from all the responsible adults!" Ivar, who is a dress like lion from an old classic movie.

"Happy Halloween Ivar. Ah wait up!" Tsuna made his way into a kitchen returning with some candy. "Here you go Ivar." he really like Ivar outfit it was adorable and look good on him.

[halfbornhalfdead]

The picture this would apply to is a selfie of me, Ivar the Boneless, Einar Thambarskelfir and his son Eindride posing with the dead body of James Bowie after we hunted him down for sport. Fun times. Ivar brought him down with an arrow to the groin. Classic Ivar.

But I think that would violate Tumblr's community guidelines. :/

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[barnshenntoys]

Exploring the World of Brio Train Sets

In a world dominated by screens and digital entertainment, there's something refreshingly timeless about the simple pleasure of playing with toys. And when it comes to classic toys that have stood the test of time, few can rival the enduring appeal of Brio train sets.

For generations, Brio train sets have captivated the imaginations of children and adults alike, offering a captivating blend of creativity, craftsmanship, and endless possibilities. From the iconic wooden tracks to the intricately designed trains and accessories, every element of a Brio set is crafted with care and attention to detail, inviting users to embark on journeys of exploration and discovery.

A Rich History

To truly appreciate the magic of Brio train sets, it's important to delve into their rich history. The story of Brio dates back to 1884 when Ivar Bengtsson, a Swedish woodcutter, founded the company in the small town of Boalt, Sweden. Initially, Brio focused on producing wooden baskets, but it wasn't until the 1950s that the company truly found its calling with the introduction of wooden toys.

The first Brio train sets rolled off the production line in 1958, featuring simple wooden tracks and brightly colored trains. From these humble beginnings, Brio's range of train sets grew and evolved, incorporating new features, designs, and technologies while remaining true to the company's commitment to quality and craftsmanship.

The Brio Experience

What sets Brio train sets apart from other toys is the immersive experience they offer. From the moment you open the box and start assembling the tracks, you're transported into a world of endless possibilities. The tactile sensation of connecting the wooden pieces, the satisfying click as the tracks lock together, it's a sensory experience like no other.

Once the tracks are laid out, it's time to bring the trains to life. Brio offers a wide range of locomotives and rolling stock, from classic steam engines to modern high-speed trains. Each train is beautifully designed and meticulously crafted, with attention to detail that is sure to delight enthusiasts of all ages.

But the magic of Brio doesn't stop there. The company also produces a vast array of accessories and add-ons, allowing users to customize their train sets to their heart's content. From bridges and tunnels to stations and cargo depots, there's no limit to the creativity that can be unleashed with Brio.

Educational Benefits

Beyond the sheer enjoyment they provide, Brio train sets also offer numerous educational benefits. As children play with the sets, they develop important cognitive skills such as problem-solving, spatial awareness, and hand-eye coordination. They also learn about concepts such as cause and effect, as they experiment with different track layouts and observe how the trains interact with their environment.

Furthermore, playing with Brio trains encourages imaginative play, allowing children to create their own narratives and scenarios. Whether they're transporting goods across a bustling city or embarking on a cross-country adventure, the only limit is their imagination.

A Timeless Tradition

In an age of disposable toys and fleeting fads, Brio train sets stand as a testament to the enduring appeal of quality craftsmanship and timeless design. From their humble beginnings in a small Swedish workshop to their status as beloved classics enjoyed by millions around the world, Brio trains have truly earned their place in the pantheon of iconic toys.

As we look to the future, one thing is certain: the magic of Brio will continue to captivate generations to come, inspiring creativity, sparking imaginations, and fostering a love of play that knows no bounds. So whether you're young or young at heart, take a moment to rediscover the joy of Brio train sets and embark on an adventure that's sure to last a lifetime.

[inapat17]

THE AUSTRALIAN NEW WAVE ¼ : THE PLUMBER (1979) DIRECTED BY PETER WEIR.

This the first article of a series dedicated to the Australian new wave films of the 1970s. The Plumber is a movie that the renowned Australian director Peter Weir made for television (Channel Nine in Australia) in 1979, before he had a string of successes in the United States (including Dead Poets Society or The Truman Show). It is a very odd movie in Peter Weir’s career. After the two highly ambitious and atmospheric movies that were Picnic at Hanging Rock (a big hit in Australia in 1975) and The Last Wave (1977), Peter Weir returns to a more humble project: it was shot on 16mm over three weeks. The film was one of three movies that the South Australian Film Corporation had contracted to make for Channel Nine. The South Australian Film Corporation was a governmental body whose express aim was to develop a film industry in the 1970s, thus they gave money to a lot of young directors like Peter Weir, Bruce Beresford…

Director Peter Weir at the opening of the Cinémathèque française festival in March 2024

This movie belongs to a genre that we now call “Home invasion”, which displays the intrusion of individuals onto a private property: we can think of Bong Joon-ho’s Parasite (2019) or even Michael Haneke’s Funny Games (1997). Like Bong Joon-ho, Peter Weir is interested in satirising a particular milieu, here it is the academic and intellectual world. The film tells the story of a young couple, living in a campus apartment complex, and while the husband is at work, the wife Meg is repeatedly harassed by an eccentric guy, Max, who claims to be the “plumber”. It could be the starting point of a classical horror movie but it is rather a dark and disturbing comedy, which links it to Peter Weir’s first feature film The Cars That Ate Paris (1974).

The comedians are all complete unknowns, except maybe to the Australian audience. I think that the actor Ivar Kants who plays the intruder is brilliant: he is shameless, arrogant, funny and can appear truly threatening at times. The film can be viewed as a criticism of both condescending attitudes toward lower-class behavior and uneducated manners. Many questions arise during the film. Is the plumber dangerous or sympathetic? Or is Meg paranoid or just afraid of having to deal with a simple craftsman who does not see himself as part of her world? Like in Picnic at Hanging Rock, there are no keys given to the audience to make it easier to understand events.

The uninvited guest (Ivar Kants) and the serious student in anthropology (Candy Raymond)

There’s a claustrophobic atmosphere. The movie can be viewed as an infernal circle: the so called « plumber » always find an excuse to come back to the house to disturb Meg. The film can also be reminiscent of Hitchcock’s work with its direct (and maybe too obvious) reference to the shower scene in Psycho.

The annoying "plumber" played by Ivar Kants

The Plumber is a little-known film in Peter Weir’s work, but it is worth discovering. It can be representative of what the directors of the “New Wave” of Australian cinema did in the 1970s: bold and atypical movies.

Romain Dupeyras

[travelplannerbg]

Januarius Aloysius MacGahan

A martyr to duty and friendship, januarius Aloysius MacGahan, the most brilliant journalist of the XIXth century, visited Bulgaria in July and August of the memorable year of 1876, when he wrote his famous reports on the Bulgarian uprising, reports which were to enter the annals of world journalism as epoch-making documents and classical models. These reports had an unprecedented circulation and influence.

In 1876, after the doyen of the British press « The Times », through fear of the progressive attitude reflected in his articles, refused him a post on the newspaper, MacGahan welcomed the campaign of the London newspaper « Daily News » on behalf of the Bulgarian people and rendered invaluable service to that cause. A year later, after joining the Russian army, he formed a sincere friendship with General Skobelev and General Gurko and took part in all major battles for the liberation of Bulgaria.

His descriptions of the battles of Plevna and Shipka remain outstanding examples of journalism. Despite a broken ankle, he was continuously present at operations on the front throughout the Russo-Turkish ivar. Near Istanbul, exhausted, he contracted typhoid fever ivhilst caring for his companion in arms and died on 9 June 1878 at the age of 34 City Tour Istanbul, thus Unking his destiny with the liberation of the Bulgarian people.

Frank Hill

The reports on the April uprising came as a result of the conflict which sprang up between the British government and the leaders of the liberal « Daily News » (Frank Hill, chief editor). Famous for its well organized foreign service, the « Daily News» published on the 23rd and the 30th of June 1876 a series of letters from Edween Pears, correspondent in Constantinople, referring to the monstrous atrocities in Bulgaria.

These aroused doubts amongst the British public about the government’s policy with regard to the Balkan area. To appease an excited public clamouring for more exhaustive information and to refute the accusations of the government, the editorial board of the « Daily News » decided to conduct an inquiry on its own behalf and sent out a special commissioner to Bulgaria.

[airaglub]

Januarius Aloysius MacGahan

A martyr to duty and friendship, januarius Aloysius MacGahan, the most brilliant journalist of the XIXth century, visited Bulgaria in July and August of the memorable year of 1876, when he wrote his famous reports on the Bulgarian uprising, reports which were to enter the annals of world journalism as epoch-making documents and classical models. These reports had an unprecedented circulation and influence.

In 1876, after the doyen of the British press « The Times », through fear of the progressive attitude reflected in his articles, refused him a post on the newspaper, MacGahan welcomed the campaign of the London newspaper « Daily News » on behalf of the Bulgarian people and rendered invaluable service to that cause. A year later, after joining the Russian army, he formed a sincere friendship with General Skobelev and General Gurko and took part in all major battles for the liberation of Bulgaria.

His descriptions of the battles of Plevna and Shipka remain outstanding examples of journalism. Despite a broken ankle, he was continuously present at operations on the front throughout the Russo-Turkish ivar. Near Istanbul, exhausted, he contracted typhoid fever ivhilst caring for his companion in arms and died on 9 June 1878 at the age of 34 City Tour Istanbul, thus Unking his destiny with the liberation of the Bulgarian people.

Frank Hill

The reports on the April uprising came as a result of the conflict which sprang up between the British government and the leaders of the liberal « Daily News » (Frank Hill, chief editor). Famous for its well organized foreign service, the « Daily News» published on the 23rd and the 30th of June 1876 a series of letters from Edween Pears, correspondent in Constantinople, referring to the monstrous atrocities in Bulgaria.

These aroused doubts amongst the British public about the government’s policy with regard to the Balkan area. To appease an excited public clamouring for more exhaustive information and to refute the accusations of the government, the editorial board of the « Daily News » decided to conduct an inquiry on its own behalf and sent out a special commissioner to Bulgaria.

[bulgariazagora]

Januarius Aloysius MacGahan

A martyr to duty and friendship, januarius Aloysius MacGahan, the most brilliant journalist of the XIXth century, visited Bulgaria in July and August of the memorable year of 1876, when he wrote his famous reports on the Bulgarian uprising, reports which were to enter the annals of world journalism as epoch-making documents and classical models. These reports had an unprecedented circulation and influence.

In 1876, after the doyen of the British press « The Times », through fear of the progressive attitude reflected in his articles, refused him a post on the newspaper, MacGahan welcomed the campaign of the London newspaper « Daily News » on behalf of the Bulgarian people and rendered invaluable service to that cause. A year later, after joining the Russian army, he formed a sincere friendship with General Skobelev and General Gurko and took part in all major battles for the liberation of Bulgaria.

His descriptions of the battles of Plevna and Shipka remain outstanding examples of journalism. Despite a broken ankle, he was continuously present at operations on the front throughout the Russo-Turkish ivar. Near Istanbul, exhausted, he contracted typhoid fever ivhilst caring for his companion in arms and died on 9 June 1878 at the age of 34 City Tour Istanbul, thus Unking his destiny with the liberation of the Bulgarian people.

Frank Hill

The reports on the April uprising came as a result of the conflict which sprang up between the British government and the leaders of the liberal « Daily News » (Frank Hill, chief editor). Famous for its well organized foreign service, the « Daily News» published on the 23rd and the 30th of June 1876 a series of letters from Edween Pears, correspondent in Constantinople, referring to the monstrous atrocities in Bulgaria.

These aroused doubts amongst the British public about the government’s policy with regard to the Balkan area. To appease an excited public clamouring for more exhaustive information and to refute the accusations of the government, the editorial board of the « Daily News » decided to conduct an inquiry on its own behalf and sent out a special commissioner to Bulgaria.

[sofiaburgas]

Januarius Aloysius MacGahan

A martyr to duty and friendship, januarius Aloysius MacGahan, the most brilliant journalist of the XIXth century, visited Bulgaria in July and August of the memorable year of 1876, when he wrote his famous reports on the Bulgarian uprising, reports which were to enter the annals of world journalism as epoch-making documents and classical models. These reports had an unprecedented circulation and influence.

In 1876, after the doyen of the British press « The Times », through fear of the progressive attitude reflected in his articles, refused him a post on the newspaper, MacGahan welcomed the campaign of the London newspaper « Daily News » on behalf of the Bulgarian people and rendered invaluable service to that cause. A year later, after joining the Russian army, he formed a sincere friendship with General Skobelev and General Gurko and took part in all major battles for the liberation of Bulgaria.

His descriptions of the battles of Plevna and Shipka remain outstanding examples of journalism. Despite a broken ankle, he was continuously present at operations on the front throughout the Russo-Turkish ivar. Near Istanbul, exhausted, he contracted typhoid fever ivhilst caring for his companion in arms and died on 9 June 1878 at the age of 34 City Tour Istanbul, thus Unking his destiny with the liberation of the Bulgarian people.

Frank Hill

The reports on the April uprising came as a result of the conflict which sprang up between the British government and the leaders of the liberal « Daily News » (Frank Hill, chief editor). Famous for its well organized foreign service, the « Daily News» published on the 23rd and the 30th of June 1876 a series of letters from Edween Pears, correspondent in Constantinople, referring to the monstrous atrocities in Bulgaria.

These aroused doubts amongst the British public about the government’s policy with regard to the Balkan area. To appease an excited public clamouring for more exhaustive information and to refute the accusations of the government, the editorial board of the « Daily News » decided to conduct an inquiry on its own behalf and sent out a special commissioner to Bulgaria.

[artemiseamoon]

Payback

Roman Godfrey & Modern! Ivar & Jade (Ofc)

✨A one shot series | hiatus✨

More Roman & Ivar combo

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Playlist 🎶 (multi genre, includes classical, rock, r&b and will grow as I continue the story. Won’t suit all tastes cause it catered to me)

✋🏾Warnings: A kinda dark fic with dark themes! I keep things light here but I do write darker fics too. General themes listed below. Don’t like don’t read. Not condoning any of them or praising em.

Themes: adult 18+, kidnapping, held hostage, sexual situations, being dragged, vampirism (blood, biting, killing), criminal activity and deaths. Further warnings added as I go.

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