#fuck sigurd

[anby-lotus]

Yo is the plan to kill sigurd just us finding his wife then busting it sexual style in front of him to deal max psych damage so he just fuckin dies because if so I am whole-heartily here for it

[tangyyrine]

more quality content

[darkwood-sleddog]

Today was too warm for my liking but pretty all the same.

[smuggonifico-lmao]

Soooo wanna guess how Hollyberry got corrupted

Imagine just reuniting with your granddaughters and finally having a good relationship with them and boom! you get fucked up

and they get traumatized in the process

[85-rend]

this is what Sigurd looks like in my mind. idk. i cant explain it this is just real to me

[sapphosraven]

Out of the Shadows: An Eivor/Randvi Fic

Rating: E

Words: 7,717

Summary:

Eivor rubbed her temples, suddenly angry with everything about her brother. Her control was slipping away by the word and it was frightening how little she cared about it. “If I were–” She met Randvi’s somber, if a little confused gaze. The candlelight flickered across her cheeks and lips. Gods, Eivor wanted to–

“If you were?” Randvi prompted. She leaned forward in her seat, clasping both hands on the table in front of her. “What?” She stared into Eivor’s eyes. “My wife?”

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Eivor spills out what she would do if Randvi were her wife, ft. pining and Eivor being stupid thinking Randvi doesn't want her back. Smut with Sigurd asleep in the other room

Read here on AO3!

[theflameisgonee]

i'm tryin to work and all my brain will let stick to the wall is "valhalla au but eivor is Seriously Hurt in the fight against kjotve and can't follow sigurd to england right away (like. a year or two delay.)"

[bilbotargaryen]

Today I thought about how sad it is that the Ragnarsson don't really have any friends outside themselves. They should be swarmed with admirers and groupies, but alas their only close relationships seem to be women they sleep with or Halfdan.

[anby-lotus]

I lied more news know.First off fuck casein she already annoys me. second thing why the fuck is sigurd aloud to just fucking digivole mid fight. Third thing why is lostbelt Skadi so fucking cute and lovable. Fourth thing who gave his himbo-bimbo ass man the fucking PRIDE CANNON.

the final thing is baobhan sith is great and I love using her glad I got her thats all for know.

[izolyn]

new FGO chapter has a node where you have to kill a wave of enemies in one turn it forces you to bring a Servant on your frontline that can do this with one NP. It specifically buffs him so that he can do it. Except for the slight hiccup that he can't charge his own damn NP. and also they force part 2 mash who does literally nothing for this

it's literally just a check of "did you bring a Servant who can charge an ally's NP" but there's no way to know that beforehand so either you're psychic or you fail it at least once

G A M E D E S I G N

[darkwood-sleddog]

Same tree. Three very different dogs to photograph.

[actual-haise]

I'm still heavily considering gtailing Tametomo to 100 and putting him in my main support but Napoleon is my oomf Anyway look at my GOATs

[gravehags]

one thing about me is i have no tolerance for sigurd’s delusions of grandeur in my dialogue choices lmao i always manage to get the positive ending with him but by the gods i will not put up with the nonsense along the way

[ofglories]

...Hm.

Adds find a faceclaim for Seliph to my to-do list so i can write the good lad again.

[85-rend]

literally out here crying over lethal company

[anruraiocht]

He could not help but think that she entered the hall skittish as a deer, but he saw the blaze in her eyes, the stone set of her jaw, and Sigurd could not help but steer his attention to her.

"Welcome, child! Come, come – here, to break the ice, I've a gift for you. Some treats from my homeland – I enjoyed them quite a bit when I was a lad, and my sister as well, perhaps you'll find something you enjoy."

He grabbed a goodie bag from one of the nearby tables and presented it to her with a flourish and a smile. The bag is of a plush sapphire velvet with braided gold drawstrings. If she were tempted to peek inside, she would find the festive goodies of the typical Chalphy holiday season: roasted nuts coated in a caramelized warming spice mixture, a hand-pulled twisted peppermint stick, decadent candied orange peel, and a holiday cracker to be pulled later with little knick-knacks within.

"I don't believe we've met, have we, my lady? I am Sigurd, of Chalphy. The lady, just there, my cohost, that is my sister – Ethlyn Claus, of Leonster. Please, if you find yourself in need of anything, you must find one of us, we would be delighted." His eyes creased with his smile; "In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your time."

Miranda had considered ignoring the invitation. The letter could have crackled in the hearth with all of the other letters demanding her attention, crumbling into ashes. This all would have transpired had it not been for the final line of the invitation, crossed out though it was.

"Jugdral countrymen must attend!"

With one line, her decision goes from a personal choice to one she must make on behalf of her kingdom. Her presence is requested as Ulster's heir and she would hear no end to the nagging were she to skip out on such an event.

Imagine her surprise, however, when the late Duke of Chalphy himself hands her a goodie bag. Ignoring the absurdity of this situation entirely, a legend in the flesh greets her with all the warmth of the hearth she had almost burned the invitation in.

...Is this... not a political affair, then?

"A gift? You are quite the gracious host," she says, gingerly taking the bag by its gilded drawstrings.

It weighs quite heftily in her hand for such a small bag. A sweet scent wafts from the velvet, hinting at what lies within. She is not uncouth enough to open a gift in front of the host, so she will find out the specifics later in the comfort of her own room, away from the bright blue eyes watching her.

She curtsies, pulling at the edges of her dress, "It is an honor, Lord Sigurd. I am Miranda of Ulster. And I thank you for your introductions, but I am" – a grimace – "already acquainted with Lady Ethlyn."

Ulster's princess hesitates, considering whether or not she wants to divulge further information.

"...Lord Sigurd, I do not know if you are aware, but your son returned my kingdom to me and I am eternally grateful for that."