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blue-sadie · 1 year

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A place for my different fandoms brain rots

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.

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 🌹

(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺

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... 🥀🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

(SR) Fratpack - Bare Claws🌹

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 🌹

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(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.

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(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.

Tag.List

@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny

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istorkyou · 2 years

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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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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.

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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.

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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

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oldshowbiz · 2 years

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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.

#Filming Location #alto nido #Ivar #Yucca Ave #hollywood #film noir #Nathanael West #billy wilder #richard fleischer

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deansambrcse · 5 months

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sheamus vs ivar oh this abouta be a classic

#BANGER AFTER BANGER #raw lb #wwe #sheamus #ivar

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Payback 1

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

More Ivar & Roman | words: 5,673 | fic info

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.

Read in full on A03, previews only on tumblr | at this time my A03 is users only (a03 - Artemiseamoon, this is in the Vikings & assorted collections)

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.

Read more on A03m

#modern Ivar #roman godfrey #Ivar & Roman combo #dark fic #read warnings #trigger warnings read warnings

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tartrazeen · 1 year

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Okay, but actually: I just threw this into my tags for the OP, but if Vincent Walsh did leave the show (😭) and they wanted to keep the character anyway (or just have Angus go off for a month on vacation as a plot point), they could've had it so Rohan survives two weeks of being on good behaviour for the others. After that, he starts sliding into what I'm going to call "Peak Rohan" because he can only keep up the good behaviour for so long.

Rohan starts talking to the others about random crap, saying what's on his mind like "mm :) thoughts," and the others are patiently listening and trying to comment on it. But they aren't totally sure Rohan's even listening to them, or they aren't sure if Rohan's being serious, and it eventually gets to a point where they don't know how to respond and they're concerned by his Behaviour™.

Even Cathbad doesn't have an answer, because although he knows Rohan can get a little rambly, Angus has usually gotten involved long before this point so it's kind of Cathbad's first time seeing it too. There's no Angus to jump in or shoo Rohan away to.

Except there is. The actual Angus, who's somewhere over in [insert place he's at].

Using druid magic or standard fantasy birds or a magic scroll or whatever, Cathbad gives Rohan something to write with and write on as everybody in the castle begs him to talk to Angus and sort out whatever's happening. Rohan happily accepts because he does miss Angus, and was maybe trying not to ask if he could talk to his friend because Rohan didn't want to bother him. You know, one of those classic "I'll give him some space and just be sad and lonely in my corner while I wait for him to come home :(" scenarios.

So Rohan writes to Angus and Angus writes back and it's almost as good as Angus actually being there with him, and the others see Rohan returning to 'normal'. It's like its own magic. In fact, it's such a sudden snap to the status quo that they ask Cathbad if there's a way to look at what those two are saying.

I imagine Cathbad would say something about privacy and whatnot, but we also know he'll bend those morals when it suits him. "Don't you want to know what to do if Angus ever leaves for good" would be pretty damn persuasive, so Cathbad agrees to let them all take a look at one page - just one!! - from what they were talking about the night before.

And it's the chat that I stole from the OP I linked up there, which shows up on the magic scroll they've been using to message each other:

Because I love the idea of everyone else thinking, "Rohan's usually so mature and heroic (in-between tantrums) and he's been so loopy and silly without Angus, he must be sad or sick or sick from sadness, maybe Angus will fix him," and Angus revealing, "no that's just how rohan is lmao 💖 also how many holes has he dug and where is he hiding them"

I think what makes me so happy about that is how they're such good friends, so close to each other, but bicker and fight multiple times along the show. It isn't constant, so we're never left to wonder "how tf are these two friends," and it's definitively outweighed by how much more often they show they care about each other. So... -_- using the episode with the wish (jfc yes again) as an example of what I'm getting at, there's the part where Angus has stormed off already and Rohan's telling Deirdre and Ivar that Angus has stormed off. Rohan says it quite casually, not even looking up at them, 'cause that's just how Angus is. And it's not in a ">:( I hate when he does that" way but in more of a chilled out "He needed some space so he did the thing he does" vibe. It feels like Rohan's showing us that his friendship with Angus isn't in spite of things like that - or in spite of any of the bickering and fighting they do. It's because of it, more or less. Angus is the kind of guy to peace out when he's frustrated, which is something Rohan sees as part of him rather than something to correct.

Especially when Rohan becomes Draganta and starts being surrounded by yes men who treat him differently overnight, speaking over how he actually feels to tell him how he should be feeling? Having Angus still willing to fight back while being responsible enough to leave when he gets too heated is incredibly precious now - more than ever.

So I like seeing it go the other way as well: yes, Rohan has a lot of tantrums and a lot of dumb ideas, but Angus doesn't see that as problems to 'correct'. He'll jump in to stop Rohan from getting hurt or making too much of an ass of himself, but he just as often encourages Rohan to do the stupid shit he's planning. It means when Angus is away and Rohan has nobody to talk to, and everyone else is trying to get Rohan back to 'behaving' so they can have 'proper' conversations with him again, there's Angus like, "No, that is a proper conversation with Rohan. This is the good stuff. :) Quit telling him to change. >:( Rohan, burn something if they try."

The idea of Rohan writing to Angus to talk about blaming holes on Pyre and Angus being like "wtf are you talking about", and both of them insisting later that that's a perfectly average conversation between the two of them and merrily expecting to have even more conversations like that later, is completely adorable to me. This is shit they'd talk about as kids when there was nothing to eat and they were trying to distract themselves from that, and they kept it up as adults. 💖 Rohan gets the freedom to be his silly self with his friend, dropping his own mask around someone he trusts enough to let the mask be dropped.

Also that whole convo was funny as hell and I love the thought of that being something they'd say lol

These are two guys who've had at least two episodes semi-centred around them arm wrestling each other (not even to impress Deirdre, they just like doing it), so you've gotta wonder what they chat about in their normal downtime. Real 'boys will be boys' shit lololol Angus is gonna wanna find these holes when he gets back and it's gonna be exactly as stupid as Rohan made it sound

(he's lowkey gonna be proud of rohan i bet LMAO especially if one's deep enough that rohan almost got stuck in it for a while. angus would deadass hop in and so would rohan and they'd hang out in there for the afternoon, and then come to a very concerning realization that they are actually stuck and have to boost each other up to escape again)

Edit: link to the end of the thread with all my thoughts uwu

#mystic knights of tir na nog

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hello ! How are you ? It's me again (hope I can ask a second time, because I really liked it the first time - if I can't feel free to ignore this post).

I was wondering if I could have a level 3 ship with DC universe, Stranger things and Vikings if that’s not too much trouble ?

So about me :

Age : Early 20s

Gender : Female

Sexuality : Demisexual heteroromantic

Height : 175cm

Body Type : Pear/A type (I'm a bit on the curvy side)

Hair : Short, Dark brown and really curly (3a/3b/3c)

Eyes : Almond shaped, black

Style : casual chic, tends a bit toward preppy sometimes

Zodiac signs : Scorpio Sun, Taurus Rising, Gemini moon

Mbti : INFP

Hogwarts House : Ravenclaw

Favorite food : Sushis

Hobbies : reading, martial art (I just started so I'm not very good but I keep trying), writing, baking cookies, walking, listening to music, surfing on tumblr (obviously XD).

Personality : I'm a introvert, and I may seem a bit closed off at first, but I'm fun to be around once I feel comfortable being myself around you. I'm really sarcastic, and sometimes I put myself in ridiculous situations because I'm a dumbass. I hate confrontations, from the bottom of my heart, and most of the time I'm more of a diplomatic person. But if I have to stand my ground for someone or something I care about, I will. I'm a really loyal friend, so long as you show me that you "deserve" my loyalty (ex : being there when I need you, Not ghosting me XD). I'm an eldest, and I love my siblings, even though they drive me crazy most of the times. I love learning new things, reading new things.

And I think that's it ^^. Thank you so much for your time and have a nice day :)

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Ubbe! Bjorn and Ivar are too ... brazen, Hvitzerk is too immature. So I went with Ubbe; who is a mixture of fun and responsibility. He can get down to business and be a leader, while keeping other people safe.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Begs you to braid his hair and to have a matching braid in your hair

・Gives the best hugs: he’s usually the one to initiate hugs. Ubbe will come up behind you and sweep you into his strong arms, squishing you to his chest

・For affection, Ubbe likes to bite - he’ll nip at your earlobe, or nose, even in public

𝐃𝐂

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Dick Grayson! Um, so I hope you’ve seen Titans? I haven’t seen a whole lot, but I get the gist of each character. I sense that Dick Grayson has a good heart, but will do what needs to be done. I think you work well with a partner who has a soft side, a kind side - one where you know they have your best interest at heart.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Doesn’t want you in danger or the firing line - so he’s often adamant that you can’t fight. You’ve had a few fights about it, but he finally relented. (You would have joined anyway, no matter if he gave ‘permission’ or not)

・He’s actually really clean when you live together. Always picks up after himself, and if he’s making a drink or food, he automatically makes enough for you as well. He’ll just bring the plate over and silently set it down in front of you while you’re watching tv

・Loves when you read to him, especially if it’s a classic novel like Lord of the Rings or IT

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

(Um can we just appreciate this gif for a second? Imagine him LOOKING AT YOU LIKE THAT OMG) I ship you with Steve Harrington! I think you need someone to balance out your chaotic side. When you get yourself into sticky situations, Steve would always be there to get you out of it.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He is so soft with you! He always makes sure you’re fed, you’re hydrated, and content. Steve will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you’re happy

・Calls you “sweetheart,’ “honey,” “honey-buns,” he just loves calling you lovey-dovey nicknames. Being in love makes Steve sickly sweet.

・You guys go to the drive ins a LOT!!! You’ll get popcorn and lay down in the back of the wagon, with blankets and pillows

#ships #match ups #open

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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The Unavoidable | Me and Mrs. Jones AU

Pairing: Billy x Saga (Me and Ms. Adolphson’ Verse) Word Count: 2,8 k Warning: Strong language

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"Should I be worried, S? You left the house twice this month, once for your sister's hen night and once to pick the twins up from school. But even then you were covered from head to toe, Alfie told me people thought you were a child predator," Billy laughed, sitting by his girlfriend on the couch.

"Welcome home from work, my dear, I missed you too!" Saga laughed nervously.

"Who you runnin' from? Any stalker I should know about?"

"No... It's just... I heard my father is in England," she admitted quietly, and Billy's heart dropped.

He knew she wasn't embarrassed of him or anything like that, she was more scared of her family than anything else, but it still hurt that she was that terrified of being seen with him.

Most of the time he felt like a mildly successful guy: he had a good job (it wasn't a five-star hotel restaurant, but still), he had a nice flat, and he could afford to take Saga out and buy nice gifts for her. He was faithful and loving, she seemed happy with him.

"How are we gonna do this at the wedding? Are you gonna tell him or am I just Alfie's friend when I'm there?" He asked hesitantly.

"I- I'm gonna tell him, of course. I don't wanna have to pretend like you're not my boyfriend, I love you!" Saga cried. "Besides, he's not gonna throw a tantrum during Inca's wedding. My brothers will be there too, I think they'll like you, they just want to see me happy."

"You sure? I heard your brothers are quite big, if they don't like me, I'm pretty much fucked."

"No, they are big but they are also really nice."

Billy nodded, trying to believe her. He was usually so great at meeting parents, his natural charm always made them like him, but this time he was the bad boy who stole the girl away from the man her dad chose. That thought had been haunting him ever since they started dating.

"What are their names? Y'never talk about your family," he pointed at the plastic bag on the table with the meal he prepared for her before closing the kitchen.

"My mum's name is Kajsa, she was a model when she was my age, but now she's a housewife. People say Inca and I look a lot like her, she's the best mom in the world and nothing you say can change my mind. My dad, Ivar, has his own menswear brand he created with my grandpa. He is very strict, but he does what he does because he loves us. He just wants what's best for me."

"Mmmhm I see, I see..." Billy nodded. He absolutely didn't like her father, not after learning that he essentially forced Saga to date Ake despite her protests. Ivar sounded like a huge control freak who treated his kids as property, but for everyone's sake, he was willing to ignore those feelings and be nice to the old man. "And your brothers?"

"Noak is the oldest, he works with my dad and he is very uptight, he always used to tell our parents when I did something wrong. Esbjorn is a lawyer and he loves to read, especially the classics, he's really smart. Then there's Inca, and Goran is the second youngest, he is an athlete, he swims for his college team."

"And then there's you, the little family princess protected by all these people," he chuckled as he watched her happily eat her spaghetti and meatballs. "I'm fucked."

"No, you are not! They will love you just like I do, you are a good man, a great catch, Billy. If my dad or my siblings can't see that, then it sounds like a them problem, I'm not gonna give up my happiness for them anymore."

Billy wasn't so sure they would even give him a chance. An Irish nomad who just settled in England, working as a chef, but at a small pub and with a salary that wouldn't impress anyone. Living in a flat with one chair and who just happened to swoop in and win the heart of a, let's face it, rich Swedish heiress. He loved her to bits, but was that enough for her family?

As the days passed by, he tried to focus on his groomsman duties and work, ignoring his doubts and doing the best he could to hide them from his very perceptive girlfriend. When the day finally came, the nerves were at an all time high, but for a moment everything disappeared:

"You look... Gorgeous, Saga," Billy swallowed when she came out of his room in her long emerald green dress.

It was quite a simple outfit, Inca would never let the bridesmaids upstage her in any way, but Saga made it look like a masterpiece. Her hair up exposed her long neck and her delicate collar bones, the slit that exposed her beautiful thigh... It all made his heart skip a beat and send blood somewhere else.

"Thank you, sweetie, you look very handsome too," she stepped closer to fix his tie and his hair. "When our wedding happens, you are definitely not wearing gray again."

"We're gettin' married?" He chuckled.

"I would like to one day, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, of course, I just- we never discussed that. I thought you'd be horrified with commitment after all that happened."

"I am, but not when it comes to you. I want to be with you for as long as I can, being with you is like being home."

"That is so beautiful, darlin'," he smiled, taking in the sight of her so he would never forget it. "And what color would you want me t'wear for our wedding?"

"I don't know, maybe blue, or deep red."

"Sounds good t'me, as long as I'm marryin' you I'll wear a diaper for all I care," he offered his arm for her to hold. "Let's go, Tom is already waitin' downstairs."

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"I am starting to lose my mind!" Inca cried, pacing from one side of the room to the other.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Saga took her hands while Gemma simply watched awkwardly from the side. Calming the bride was a job for the bridesmaids of course, so they both had to be there. "Look at me, Inca! You are going to be fine."

"What if I'm making a mistake?"

"You won't know until you make it and it's better to make a mistake and fix the mess later than to never try and never know how things could've been."

"Divorce is always an option, don't feel like your life is over," Gemma said, but quickly shut her mouth when Saga glanced at her. "I don't think you're making a mistake."

"You married Jason once and it didn't work, maybe I am!" Inca panted, she was starting to look even paler if that was possible. "This dress is too big, it's suffocating me! I'm needing to change."

"It's okay, you are just anxious, sister! You love this dress because it's too big, it's gonna look amazing in the photos. You'll look perfect, and you are going to be so happy with your husband. I meant what I said that one time, Jason is an idiot, but he is a good person. You are perfect together, there's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure, Saga? You really think so?"

"I am one hundred percent sure."

"Okay, I'm ready! Go on, I'm going to be preparing for my big entrance."

The two bridesmaids ran into the church and took their places at the altar. Billy gave them a questioning look and Saga gave him a thumbs up, nodding with a smile. Her face changed completely though when she noticed her father sitting on the first row with her mother and brothers.

It had been a while since they had seen each other. Saga purposefully avoided calling or texting so she could escape the questions about her love life and whenever Ake came up in conversation, she simply made up an excuse to hang up.

During the ceremony, she allowed herself not to think about that and simply focus on her sister and that big moment. Saga had never been so grateful for Inca being such an attention seeker, who would even look at her when that beautiful bride with that massive fairytale dress was standing right there?

But there was only so much that could be done to avoid the unavoidable. After the pictures everyone headed to the reception, Billy opened the car door for his girlfriend and once again offered his arm so they could go in together.

"Would you rather walk in alone?" He asked just to make sure.

"No, being with you makes me feel safe."

"Saga! Have you been running from us?" Esbjorn laughed, taking her in his arms and lifting her in the air. "We are all missing you so much."

"I miss you too, I've just been so busy. Work and babysitting for Gemma..." She murmured.

"Hmmm you have your lying voice, Sag," Noak quirked an eyebrow and Billy cleared his throat uncomfortably, none of them seemed to even notice he was there. "Come on, what really happened? Are you being mistreated in England?"

"Mistreated? Look at her!" Goran teased, giving her stomach a squeeze. "She gained some weight, she's been eating well! That's really good, remember how she was always moping around right before moving? Saga is looking much happier!"

"Yes, I see that," her father joined them. "Looking much happier indeed. I missed that smile."

"You look beautiful, baby, so beautiful! Soon you'll be the one standing there in a wedding dress," her mother added. "Speaking of, where is Ake? I thought he moved here to be closer to you."

"Haven't you heard? Ake moved back home actually," Saga chuckled nervously. "It's been a few months, we are... Not together anymore."

"What? He broke up with you?" Noak asked.

"He wouldn't dare..." Ivar muttered.

"No! He didn't, it was mutual. None of us were happy, he didn't want to live here and I didn't really like him anymore," she explained.

"Didn't like him anymore? And since when is that a reason to be breaking up? I found you a great boy!"

"I'm grown, father, I'm a woman now. Don't you think I have the right to choose who I want to be with?"

"And who could possibly be better than Ake for you, Saga?" Kajsa asked.

"M-my boyfriend," she pointed at him, and he finally approached the family, his legs barely holding him up straight. "His name is William Delaney, but everyone calls him Billy. He's a chef and we are living together most of the time, that's probably why I gained some weight. He is amazing, so smart, hardworking, and kind. He has a heart of gold and makes me really happy."

"Hello, sir," Billy shook Ivar's hand and did the same to each of her brothers before delicately greeting Kajsa. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"Why does he talk like that?" Goran asked.

"Because he's Irish," Saga mumbled. "He also just moved to the country recently with his friend Alfie. Alfie is Gemma's son, Gemma was married to Jason, and Jason is now marrying Inca, so he's not just some stranger."

The silence that took over that conversation was deadly. No one dared to speak and Saga's dad still seemed very upset about the end of her relationship with Ake. She knew that would happen, she shouldn't have introduced them at all, maybe just trying to be totally invisible during the wedding would've been better.

"I see you are meeting the Irish! mammy, pappy, Billy is fantastic!" Inca showed up out of nowhere to save the day. "He is such nice little boy, so funny too. And handsome, of course, they are going to have beautiful babies."

"Babies?" Saga hissed.

"Are you...?" Esbjorn's eyes grew wide.

"NO! I'm not, no chance at all!" Saga shook her head and Billy quickly followed her lead.

"Yeah, I guess Inca meant after we are married, in a few years," he added.

"You plan to marry our sister?" Noak gave him the most skeptical look.

"Absolutely, she's the most amazing girl I've ever met and I'd be a complete idiot t'let her go. Especially after I fought so hard t'have her... You know, sir, she really tried t'make things work with Ake. I was foamin' at the mouth with jealousy all the time, she did the best she could. But I guess in the end love always wins, isn't it?"

"You love this man, Saga?" Ivar asked, Kajsa already melting from how sweet he was and how clear his intentions were.

"I do, more than anything in the world," she took his hand. "And if you still don't like him, please come over tomorrow for dinner, he's the most amazing cook."

"Oh yeah, I'd love t'make somethin' for my future in-laws, whatever you want," Billy offered. "I can even make a typical Swedish dish if you like."

"He's being so nice, Ivar," Kajsa sighed, completely mesmerized. "Wasn't that what we wanted? For her to be happy? Back when you chose Ake she was so sad, don't you remember?"

"She was always crying," Inca added. "And it's the 21st century, forcing your child to be with someone like that is not right."

"I do remember, I thought it was just jitters, I didn't think she was actually unhappy," he scoffed sadly. "Well, if you are really serious about marrying my Saga and not just make her wait around like this bastard Jason did to my Inca... Then you have my blessing."

"You have my word Mr. Adolphson," Billy nodded, trying not to seem too giddy from getting his approval. He could've sworn the night would go a very different way.

"Thank you, pappy," Saga grinned widely.

"But I will be coming over tomorrow, William," Ivar warned. "If you are not making a good janssons frestelse, I guess you are just not good enough for my daughter. It's her favorite dish, you need to be cooking it."

"I'll do my best, Mr. Adolphson. May I have your next dance, Mrs. Adolphson?" he held out his hand and she took it, blushing slightly.

"Of course, young man."

"Sweet! C'mon Sags, let's get this party started!" Alfie pulled her by the hand to the dance floor, still holding a couple of scotch eggs and munching on them.

"Maybe we were lucky, pappy," Goran pointed out. "Saga could be dating him."

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"So that went well!" Billy loosened his tie as they finally arrived at the flat. "Your family is way less scary than I imagined."

"I told you. I knew dad wouldn't react too badly at her wedding. Maybe on any other day he would've beat you up, but we got lucky, didn't we?" Saga kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the sofa.

"Good t'know," he laughed. "You're a good strategist. Now y'just gotta teach me that dish he wants. What is it?"

"Oh, it's very easy, it's like a fish and potato casserole, I can teach you," she pulled him down with her and leaned against his chest, remembering how they danced after everything was settled. How he held her so close, swaying gently to the music and stealing kisses when nobody was looking.

"I think I can manage," Billy wrapped his arms around her. "Guess now I better start thinkin' about how I'm gonna propose t'you."

"There's still so much time," Saga laughed.

"When the time comes... I need t'plan ahead, I wanna top Jason's confession when he asked your sister to grab his steady horn so he could take her on a magical adventure right after settin' fire to himself."

"Yeah, that'll be very hard to top," she nodded with a giggle. "But I guess you already know what to say. Remember that time? Jason made you pretend like I was Inca and propose to me? You are my perfect person and I see you perfectly."

Her heart raced just thinking about that day, the kiss that came after... She couldn't believe she was actually his girlfriend, that he actually liked her.

It felt like a dream most of the time when he looked at her with that charming smirk, when he kissed her and it still felt like the first time, chest to chest in the bathroom the first night they met.

"I wanna find new words," Billy explained. "I wanna find a whole new way to surprise you and make you say yes."

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she mumbled without even realizing it.

"And I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I'm glad I didn't give up, sometimes I feel like a complete homewrecker, but... When y'look at me like that, it's hard t'feel guilty at all."

#me and ms adolphson #me and mrs jones fanfic #me and mrs jones #billy delaney x oc #billy delaney #fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

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barnshenntoys · 6 months

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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.

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