#landvik

[ask-the-blue-leader]

(I decided to draw what Risewell looks like with white eyes, that Tom gets when shocked, and how he is feeling right now with the paranoia making him feel like somebody’s watching him… The line next to Risewell and the blue eye, which I won’t say whose eye it belongs to yet, is from the song “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell.)

[a-state-of-bliss]

Wonderland Spr/Sum 2018 - Riley Montana by Jacqueline Landvik

[mumblingsofmemory]

Sofie Landvik

[mystical-evergreen]

Mari's sister and grandmother had dispersed quickly to gather their wood from the day. The red head was left to wallow in guilt and shame, awaiting her family's punishment for her behavior. So consumed by her thoughts she almost failed to notice a well dressed young man approach her.

After a moment she recognized the boy as the Squire's son, Bransen Landvik.

The Squire's heir began speaking about Mari's squabble first. To her surprise, Bransen thought of Helene Cecil as a snot. The children laughed as they started to whisper about the Steward's daughter.

"About time someone put Helene into her place! She acts as if she is the Royal Steward!"

Mari thought it was safe to call Bran (the boy had insisted on the nickname) a friend.

[smileflowcr]

La calidez característica del Reino del Sol no es del total agrado para alguien acostumbrado al frío y sentir la nieve sobre su desnuda piel y por lo mismo, prefiere mil veces recibir visitar que salir de su cómodo hogar. Muchos creerían que al ser un omega, su personalidad sería la de alguien sumiso que obedece órdenes sin rechistar y no podían más equivocados. Ragnar es un monarca cruel si se lo propone, ha congelado hasta la muerte a cientos de humanos que se atrevieron a contradecir sus palabras o comparar sus bellezas con la del semi-dios. Adora escuchar el sufrimiento de otros, en especial de quienes añoran tocarlo y poseerlo, siendo tentados por su esencia o palabras seductoras, acompañados de sus atuendos reveladores y faldas ajustadas a la pequeña cintura que posee. Pero también es una criatura impaciente, en muchas ocasiones se deja guiar por sus impulsos y deseos como ahora, que se encuentra sentado sobre el regazo de la única persona capaz de complacerlo sin necesidad de un knot. “¿Me echabas de menos, mi rey?” cuestiona, una ligera y coqueta risa brota de sus labios a la vez que mueve sus caderas lentamente. “Por ti he abandonado mi cómodo hogar, ¿Comprendes lo mucho que significas para el Rey del Hielo Eterno?”

[vcb]

jacqueline landvik

[sildrae]

WORLDBUILDING DAYS - TREE / FLOWER

boy, i'd like to put all of these entries in a black paper, and write some of the details for them. whenever i've got time, i may present this in a more beautiful way

[catastrophicxfailure]

location ✶ somewhere on a dock, bar harbor, maine.

characters involved ✶ skipper landvik and charlie jackson.

status ✶ closed for @wrongtvrns

She never expected to be in this situation again. Two questionable lines after a missed period told her as much as she needed to know. Not expected, but there she was again, over six years later, barely a mom to the result of her last pregnancy — what was going to happen now? What were they going to do? Things with Charlie had been... fun, when it happened. A good amount of stress relief as they fumbled around in the shower, essentially washing off the awkwardness of the date that caused them to meet in the first place. Sex didn't involved speaking and since speaking to him meant getting closer and closer to talking about said awkward date, Skipper was happy to pick the sex instead. Sitting there, on the dock as the sun rose, next to the man she already said limited words to, she realized that they'd now have to talk about something even worse than their failed date. "I think I'm pregnant." The sentence fell out before she could even think about it, dispersing into the quiet of the morning, seemingly echoing over the birds chirping in the distance and the water lapping against the shore. Her line, propped up against a post nearby, dropped from her attention as her gaze lifted to meet his instead. "I would say I don't know how this happened, but we're both adults here. I think we can make an educated guess."

[heartintact]

✧ closed starter for @angeldcgs | based on x.

Finding someone who matched his energy had never been easy for Erik. Fiery and strong-willed by nature, it was a real shock when he’d met someone with his same temper. Though what was more shocking was that they seemed to direct all that heat into staying as far away from him as possible, making them fall into a vicious circle of clashing against each other and then acting as if it hadn’t meant a thing. But Erik was done with it, his ego too big to consider not being someone’s first choice. “You may think that I’m beneath you, that I’m dirt,” there was venom in his expression, but his tone remained controlled, “but you’re the one who likes to roll in it—why don’t you admit it? You’ve never had it so good as me. Never.”

[daphcarey]

Summers were always an odd time for her — the tranquility of having some time off mixed with the... frankly, restlessness of having nothing to do. It was nice for a week, and then she missed seeing her students, missed seeing the ones who had a passion for reading the way that she did throw themselves into the class and the ones who hated it... maybe learn to hate it a little less, by the end. So, early enough in the morning that there wasn't much of a crowd, she found herself among the trees, leaning against the wooden railing in the nature preserve, watching an egret preen in the dappled shade while an audiobook poured story into her ears through her earbuds.  She almost missed the other woman entirely. But then at the last second, Daphne's eyes caught on Skipper and stuck. (Rowan, apparently.) Daphne straightened up, a smile that was only slightly awkward blooming over her lips. "Hey." She pulled out one of her AirPods. "It's a nice morning to be outside, hm? How are... things?" How did it go a few weeks ago with the son that I'm currently sworn to secrecy over, is what she doesn't say — because she still had the one AirPod in, she wasn't totally sure there was no one within earshot of them. And, frankly, because she didn't know Skipper that well, and she wouldn't blame the woman for dodging the topic entirely. Something spurred Daphne to ask anyway. @skipperlandvik

[tinywren-art]

I forgot about this wip. Look at my skiier ocs boy

[ask-the-blue-leader]

Du vet… Jeg ble virkelig overrasket da jeg fant ut at du har en blogg på en side som dette siden jeg aldri trodde du skulle bruke Tumblr i det hele tatt. Men går jeg videre fra det, har jeg bare et enkelt og lett spørsmål til deg… Savnet du meg, Thomas? -Landvik

No… Nono… Nonononononononononono. I-I thought you could not find me after I… I… I am going to close the ask box, right now.

[avileworld-org]

032c Zeitgeist

[wrensimming]

Theo x Tilly canon 🥰🥰🥰😍😍

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April fools of course these two wouldn’t touch each other with a 10 ft pole

[mystical-evergreen]

Romance continues to entrap Mary Everille. Bjorn has never looked so good until that hot summer day. And that's saying something, the two elders have known each other for 40 years!

(A long forest post to wrap up the last family trip out :) )

The good Steward Cecil ignores his peasant infidality, for now.

Mari, who's suppose to be collecting the last of the summer fruit, is distracting by beautiful woman. Something about the raven-hair draws Mari to her, something supernatural. Cateline Harper, a wise woman, is amused by the girl.

Mari spied another friend and hastily says goodbye to her new aquiantance. Cateline meadered to the oldest Everille daughter. Sybil had picked up her sister's slack, carefully picking ripe berries.

"Good morrow, sir."

"Bran to you when my family isn't here Mari."

"Freya says there's talk of 'royal tennis' coming to court when the nobles arrive. It's played with racquets!"

"I can scarcely imagine people like your father chasing after a little brown ball."

"Your granddaughter is an excellent servant and very polite. You've raised her quite well. I would, however, hate for my kind thoughts of your family be spoiled by your other granddaughter fraternizing with my son. She's made a reputation of being quite hostile."

"Of course my Lady, I'll correct her at once."

[smileflowcr]

¿Su omega? Qué curioso que lo diga cuando no tiene marca en el cuello.