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It's been forever since I drew anything digitally. My Apple pencil broke some months ago after some delicate handling by my three-year-old, and I think something broke a bit inside of me too. But I got a new pencil and decided to draw one of my favourite things, a hulder from my graphic novel concept 🙂 it's part of a larger piece, but who knows whether I'll finish it! Not sure whether I like the dress or the "revealing" one the most
#norse #mythology #hulder #eflablot #comicconcept #originalart
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Trying to improve my character designs...I want them to seem realistic, but still have a sort of cartoony distinctiveness to them
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An illustration for my own Mirandy!VikingInvasions AU
“The White Wolf”
Blue was the most expensive dye back in the day, wealthy women would wear coloured beads and would embelish their hair with gold and silver.
Miranda Priestly from the past deserves no less.
Enjoy!
#miranda priestly#miranda preist#Skadidóttir#norse#norsewoman#fanart#fanfic#the devil wears prada#dwp
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#vikings#viking#northwoman#norsewoman#norse mythology#cosplay#fantasy#aesthetic#period costume#blonde#shieldmaiden
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#repost @simi_mornia Sometimes the strength within you is not a big fiery flame for all to see, it is just a tiny spark that whispers ever so softly, "You got this, keep going.' Throwback- can't wait to wear these amazing dress at weekend to market again. Just love this combination Dress by @thorids_gewandung Belt by @svitjod_hantverk #thoridsgewandschneiderei #vikingclothing #vikingwoman #nature #vikingreenactment #vikingwoman #viking #norse #norsewoman #pagan #norse #birka #haithabu #modernviking #shieldmaiden #medieval #slavik #wikingar #skaljun #valkyriesworld #tbt #vikinggirl #medievaldress #medievalclothing #beauty #heathenwoman #paganwoman #vikinglife #livinghistory (hier: Rømø) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3Bu9CrQ1x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The Last Raid
MASTERLIST
Summary: You are a norsewoman, a Viking shieldmaiden from Norway, you were riding with the brothers Erik and Sigefrid, when Uhtred takes back the princess the army disbands, and you go on your own.
Pairing: Osferth x Shieldmaiden!lreader
Warnings: TLK AU, war, death, smut, profanity, religious themes, pagan rituals, and much more
Wordcount: 1.5 k
Notes: Is this a story? or a one shot? nobody knows hehe
The army of Danes that you were riding with had been annihilated, completely destroyed by the army of King Alfred and the command of Uhtred the Daneslayer, that is what you got for making an alliance with the Danes, you should have stayed with your people, with the Vikings from the North, from Norway.
After someone in the middle of the fight hit you in the head, you fell limply in the middle of the battle, when you regained your bearings, you could only see what was left of your “army” running for the hills, leaving you alone.
So you decided to go your own way, you didn’t fit with them anyways, but now you were alone, you luckily had time to gather your things, your horse and your weapons before the camp was completely destroyed. You rode until you came across a huge river, you didn’t have a clue of where you were, but you needed to wash away the blood from your enemies and the dirt from the fight.
You haven't come across anyone so you gathered you were alone, so you discarded your coat of mail, the leather shirt underneath, your boots and your thick leather pants, you only left the long shirt to cover in case someone did come along. You didn’t even have the heart to undo your braids.
You let yourself relax as you cleaned your face from the dirt and dried blood, you even submerged your head under the water, and when you emerged you let yourself hear the birds chirping from afar and even though the water was freezing, it was beautiful, calm, peaceful.
Were you going to try and make a life here like your grandfather had intended? you were growing weary of the fight, you wanted to settle, to plant, to farm, to have a house of your own with a big hall in which you could gather your friends and family… which you were lacking.
If you came close to one of those Saxon villages, would they let you stay? Would they give you a job? or would they hate you and pursue you for being a Viking?, the only settlement the vikings from Norway had in England had been destroyed, to find more of your people was going to be difficult…
You were so deep in your own thoughts that when you noticed the presence behind you, it was too late. You turned around quickly and you tried to run to shore, to your belongings, to your axe and sword, but a smiling man stood right by them, his hand in his own sword, so you took a step back, in fear.
You were still in the water, but you still had something. You extracted a small knife from a Garter you had tied in your thigh, and came face to face with four men. They had singular appearances, they did not look Dane, not at all, but they didn’t look Saxon either.
“She is a Dane, Uhtred”, warned one, that by the looks of him and his accent, was one himself
“Aren’t you a clever one?”, you mocked, “nothing escapes you, except, I am not a Dane”
“With a sharp tongue”, mocked the one who seemed to be the leader
“She is pretty Lord”, said a blonde, with wide innocent eyes and strange clothes, they all laughed, they made your skin crawl and you tightened the grip on the handle of your blade
“Baby Monk fell in love!”, mocked the one that was near your things, perhaps you should take that one first, grab your ax, you could at least take another one with you, they did not had a bow, so, they will have to come close to you to attack you, you looked at the path you were going to need to run by, careful of the sharp rocks under the water. Three long jumps and you could take him…
You took one step and the one they called Uhtred raised his hand, you looked into his eyes and you could tell he had all but read your mind, looking at the path in front of you and then at his man.
“Finan”, he called, and then he also seemed to notice, and he took a defensive position, so your plan was ruined, then you looked at the other Dane, and then at the priest looking one, who would be easier to kill?
“We will not hurt you”, Uthred said, showing you his hands, you were surrounded, and they were four warrior men, you did not believe him
“Four men, one woman, I know how this ends”, you growled, you looked to your knife and even though you wished a glorious death in battle, taking your own life seemed a better choice than to be… taken by these men. So you turned your knife and turned it towards you
“There is not need for that”, said Uthred hastily, truly scared
“I think there is”, you said defensively, holding the knife to your own chest
“We will not hurt you”, their easy way of carrying themselves turned serious, all four men looking at you wide-eyed, “I give you my word”, he said, taking a step back, his men followed him, as a sign of peace, so you relaxed your stance, “who are you?”, he asked, looking at your things
“A Viking shield maiden”, you answered quickly, “From Norway”, you said looking at the one that called you a Dane
“What is your name?”, he asked
“(Y/N), Bjorndottir, daughter of Bjorn Ironside”, his eyes went wide, as the dane’s, he all but wanted to kneel
“Bjorn, King of Kattegat? King of Norway?”, he asked, you nodded, “I’m Uhtred”, he introduced himself
“I know who you are, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, or Uthred Ragnarson, or the Dane slayer, or the Godless”, you listed
“You heard of me”, he said with a mocking smile
“I like to “hear” of my enemies”, you said, “or my leader’s enemies”, you continued
“This are my men, Finnan, Sithric, and Osferth”, he said pointing at each of them, you nodded, acknowledging them
“Why are you alone? I saw you in the battlefield”, said Finnan, “your army is far away by now, or what’s left of it”
“Those bastards left me for dead”, you said simply, “they only wanted me for my influence, that is gone now, along with my respect”, you said quickly, you relaxed the arm that held your knife
“Where are you heading?”, Uhtred asked
“I don’t know”, you answered truthfully
“Where would you like to go?”, he asked then
“First? dry land, I’m freezing”, you said bitterly, and they all seemed to notice, and they took another stepback, Finan walking away from your things and standing by his leader, so you walked to your clothes, drying yourself with your bloodied shirt, and then disposing of it.
“Do you mind?”, you asked, looking at them over your shoulder, and they turned around, so you could dispose of your wet dress, and changing quickly into clothes from your bag
Once you were comfortable, you turned to the men, who turned back to look at you
“So, you have something to eat?”, you asked
Two hours past, a fire was lit, the night had fallen, and you were roasting a couple of rabbits
“Why are you here? Bjorn Ironside is not in this country”, asked Sithric, you looked back at him
“My father is a bastard who left me me as soon as he noticed I was a girl and when he got tired of humping my mother”, you said dismissively, “He is terrorizing lands further than Frankia”, you saw them share looks
“So, why are you here?”, asked Uhtred
“I wanted to make a name for myself”, you confessed, “battles, glory, lands…”
“So, what happened?”, asked Finnan, by his accent, you realized he must have been from that country they called Ireland
“Couldn’t find any of those things”, you said simply, “who would have thought that slaughtering farmers and their families was not going to be as glorious as everyone said?”, you mocked, “I don’t like it”
“What do you want?”, he insisted
“A land to sow, a house to live in… something quiet, but I do like a good fight, I guess… I’m a sellsword now”, you whispered looking at the meat between your greasy fingers
“Pledge your sword to me”, he demanded, “fight for me and you can settle in Cuccham, the lands I’m the Lord of”
“I don’t want to kill more innocent people, or taking things I have not earned”, you said, as terms for your allegiance
“Good, we will not have you do any of those things”, he said, certainly, you barely nodded, “we are not very elite men, Finan here was a slave when I met him, Sihtric if the bastard son of Kjartan, and the baby monk, is the bastard son of King Alfred, turned monk, and now turned sword”
“King Alfred?”, you asked, “And Earl Kjartan?”, they only nodded, “Alright, I like this, a group of misfits, bonded by loyalty, I like it”, you said, clapping your hands, “My sword is yours, Uhtred Ragnarson, as long as you not ask of me anything that will bring me dishonor”
He only smiled, as did their men
#the last kingdom#uhtred#sihtric#osferth#sihtric kjartansson#finan#the last kingdom au#osferth x you#finan x reader#uhtred x reader#sihtric x reader#misguidedtlk
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Osferth (the last kingdom) x Reader
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Disclaimers!
None of the stories below are mine.
Some contain mature content.
Readers are female.
Gif not mine.
Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!
Series: Destiny is all
Osferth x female!reader
Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.
Sanctuary
Osferth x fem!Reader
Summary: The night before he leaves for battle Osferth seeks comfort from you.
There is a first time for everything
Osferth x barmaid!Reader
synopsis: They say there is a first time for everything, yet never in a milion years would Osferth have thought he would lose that specific first time to someone as gorgeous as you.
Silver Coins
Osferth x female!Reader
Summary: You are paid to be a pleasure for the baby monk.
Love is Patient and Kind
osferth x f!reader
Summary: hand holding & dry humping || you aren't ready to take the next step with your monk, luckily for you he has the patience of a saint
Family
Osferth x fem!reader
Summary: Osferth had always yearned for his own family. In your eyes he sees it.
Cross to Bear
Osferth x female Reader
Summary: A certain monk catches the attention of a woman that Uhtred and his men are gracious enough to rescue.
The Last Raid
Osferth x Shieldmaiden!Reader
Summary: You are a norsewoman, a Viking shieldmaiden from Norway, you were riding with the brothers Erik and Sigefrid, when Uhtred takes back the princess the army disbands, and you go on your own.
Unexpected affection
Osferth x reader
Summary: Uthred arrived to pick up his children and bring them to safety. But are they really that safe with him and the others? Osferth noticed your tension over it and tries to reassure you. But his intentions are not for the safety of the children, they are to keep you out of harms way.
After Dark
Osferth x reader
I Will Not Fight
Osferth x fem reader
My Lord (18+)
Osferth x F!Reader
Temper temper
Summary: tempers flare and hurtful words are thrown
AU
After Dark
modern!osferth x fem!stripper!reader
He wanted your fire to surround him in the crowd and burn him slowly.
#the last kingdom x reader#osferth x reader#fic recs#reader insert recommendation#osferth x you#Osferth x female reader#tumblr fic rec#tumblr fic recs#tlk fandom#tlk x reader#fanfic recommendation#osferth x reader fic rec#ewan mitchell
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Overprotective - Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: Part 2 of Team Dad, in which R is an overprotective father.
A/N: This isn't the fic that I wanted to post today but I was an idiot who made the decision to write a 5th holiday fic the day before I post. So you guys get this one which was supposed to be for next week instead but that means 2 holiday fics next week. Also this is barely proofread so sorry about that.
Ever since it became common knowledge that you are the team dad of the Spanish national team, fans have been making a ton of videos showing off your most protective on-field moments.
To be honest, you find the whole thing to be a little ridiculous because any teammate worth their salt should make a fuss when one of their own gets taken down.
But, in all fairness, you might take it a little too far, especially if the number of yellows your mouth has earned you is anything to go by.
Currently, you find yourself in one of those exact situations as you get in the face of the Norse player who just took Pina off her feet.
You’re so focused on verbally tearing the player a new one that you barely register the combined efforts of Mapi and Patri to push you away from her.
Even when your club teammates, Maria and Vilde, come over you don’t cool it.
It takes the ref coming over and threatening to card you for you to walk away from the young Norsewoman.
“Try doing your job ref,” you tell her before walking to get in position.
Luckily Pina seems to be perfectly fine, more than fine in fact because less than five minutes after coming back on the field, she does what she does best and sends the ball soaring into the back of the net.
“La Estrella Bebe does it again,” you say, joining the group hug and patting her on the head, “Let’s finish strong girls.”
And you do, although when Patri gets taken down by the same Norse player that took down Claudia, you can’t help but run your mouth.
“Ref, you’re eyes, do they work,” you ask the center ref, “I’m seriously asking because I want to know. Usually, when someone puts their studs into an opponent's legs, that’s a card. So I’m just wondering.”
“Watch yourself, Y/L/N,” the ref says.
“What, it’s a serious question that I want an answer to because normally that’d be at least a yellow.”
For a moment, you think that your pleas have worked, watching as the ref begins to pull a yellow card out of her pocket. Those hopes are dashed when it’s shown to you instead of the Norsewoman.
“Wrong person,” you say walking away.
When the game ends, after you’ve apologized to Maria, Vilde, and their teammate, you’re pulled to the side for a discussion with your coach.
With that out of the way, you re-enter the locker room only to be greeted by the sight of your teammates recreating your outbursts.
“Ref, do your eyes work,” Leila mimics to the amusement of everyone else.
“Ok tonto, we get it, you’re funny,” you say taking a seat at your locker.
Your protective streak shows itself again later that week during a team outing to a nightclub.
And by this point, you’re certain that the universe really wants to see you punch someone over one of the younger players.
Why do you say that?
Because for the last 15 minutes, you’ve been standing in the corner watching as a guy blatantly stares at Laia and tries to subtly follow her around the dance floor.
Of course, you do realize that she can take care of herself but it's always better safe than sorry.
What you don’t realize is how hard you’ve been glaring at the guy, trying to get him to leave her alone with the power of your mind.
And you don’t realize it until you find yourself glaring at your girlfriend instead.
“Hi amor,” you say, leaning around her to keep your eyes on the strange man.
“Hola,” Alexia responds leaning into you, “What are you doing standing in the corner by yourself?”
Filling her in on what you're doing, you aren’t surprised when she rolls her eyes at you.
“You’re supposed to be having fun,” she says, pressing her body against yours.
“No, I’m supposed to make sure all of you get home safe, especially you drunky.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“You’re not drunk,” you repeat incredulously, “So it wasn’t you that untucked my shirt so that you could put your hands up it. A ghost did all that?”
It’s a good thing you weren’t expecting a response because the slightly painful way Alexia rakes her nails down your back lets you know you aren’t getting one.
Rolling your eyes, you pull her closer to you and try to relocate the guy who was watching Aleixandri.
And you do find him.
The only problem is that he’s apparently gathered up enough confidence to approach her and it appears he is not taking no for an answer.
Shaking your head, you unwrap Alexia’s arms from around you and begin walking toward them.
As you walk away, you can hear her yell something about not making any dumb decisions but you’re too focused to worry about the consequences of your actions.
When you get close enough, you place your hand on the back of the man’s neck and yank him away from the City player.
“Hey there, buddy,” you say, turning him around to face you, “This is the only warning I’m going to give you, leave her alone. Stop staring at her from across the room and if you value your ability to chew your food, do not approach her again.”
The idiot looks unimpressed and slightly confused.
“What does that even mean?”
“It means that if I see you near her again, I will break your jaw so badly that you’ll be tube fed for the rest of your life,” you tell him, glare firmly planted on your face. “In fact, you might as well go home now because I’ll break your jaw if I see you talking to any woman for the rest of the night.”
He takes a step forward, trying to intimidate you, but the effect is ruined by the way his voice shakes when he says, “You can’t do that.”
“Do you want to test that theory,” you ask him, taking a step towards him in return.
By this point, a lot of attention has been drawn to the pair of you, so you’re not surprised when a few security guards make their way over.
“What seems to be the problem over here,” the taller one asks.
Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your eyes when the idiot begins speaking.
“The problem,” he says turning to the guard, “is that this woman has just threatened to physically harm me.”
“Is that true?”
“Of course not,” you lie, “Ask anyone, I did not say anything to him besides asking him to leave my friend alone.”
The people around you nod in agreement with what you’ve said.
Upon seeing this, the shorter security guard massages his temples and sighs heavily before speaking, “How come every time you come here we have the same problems, Jorge?”
He then grabs the idiot by the shoulder and leads him away.
“So that guy regularly harasses women and he’s still allowed to come here,” you ask the remaining guard.
“His uncle is the owner,” he explains before walking off.
Taking a deep breath, you look over at Laia and see her laughing at something Patri said.
That doesn’t last very long though because you're approached by Jenni who informs you that it’s time to go.
It isn’t until you’re all walking back to the hotel that you learn that anyone heard what you said.
“Do you like to chew your food,” Claudia asks Aitana, recreating the way you pulled the man to face you.
“What are the two of you on about,” Leila asks.
“That’s what Y/N said to the guy who was bothering Laia,” Pina explains.
“No, it’s not,” Ona says, “It was more like this.”
You all watch as Ona stops in the middle of the sidewalk and puffs out her chest in a hilarious mimicry of you.
“Stop staring at her from across the room and if you value your ability to chew your food, do not approach her again,” she says, trying to make her voice sound like yours. “Then she was like, I’ll break your jaw and you’ll be tube fed for the rest of your life.”
You can’t help but laugh at the display because there’s no doubt that you looked that ridiculous while talking to that man.
“Y/N/N,” Alexia says, letting go of your hand, “Please tell me you did not threaten that guy from the club.”
“Alright, I did not threaten that guy from the club,” you say plainly, “I made him a promise, whether he felt threatened by it was out of my control.”
That gets you some laughs from the team but only earns you a glare from your girlfriend.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised.”
“None of us know why you’re surprised,” Mapi says. “Y/N spent the entire night standing in the corner like the overprotective papa she is.”
“I’m not overprotective.”
Unlike earlier in the club when everyone agreed with you, this time you’re met with various noises of disagreement.
“Alright, fuck you guys. I’ll just let creeps hit on you from now on.”
The response is as instant as it is simultaneous.
“No, you won’t.”
#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso fanfics#womens soccer#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine#espwnt imagine#espwnt x reader
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Hi ok so if ur still accepting the brainworms, here is a little Eivor idea i have been toying with? Its a really loose sort of idea, and i havent written reader inserts before, but i wanted to share it!! Sorry if this is a lot
So okay so
Being a nobleman/King/earl's youngest daughter, sent to live in Ravensthorpe as like, collateral, as part of a treaty between ur father and the Raven Clan (like a "we'll just hold onto one of your kids so you don't fuck us over" situation, idk this part is LESS important than the gay stuff)
And as you live there and become part of the community Eivor takes you under her wing, trains you to fight, and you give her information about neighboring kingdoms/Shires for raiding, etc etc and of COURSE you fall in love (because that's what we are all here for, falling in love with Eivor), and over time the two of you are just a power couple running Ravensthorpe?? You are thriving And Eivor adores you, u are her Princess (and I definitely don't like awake at night thinking about Eivor calling me Princess. I don't do that at all,,,,,)
And bc I love drama, I think some ratty little dude from another shire reaches out to your father for your hand in marriage, shows up in Ravensthorpe to whisk you away only to be confronted with the Beefiest Norsewoman Ever on your arm, and he starts running his mouth
And then Eivor. Beats the shit out of him? Because I'm gay, and I love watching that woman pummel dudes into the ground
Thats all I have so far, but I can and will go deeper and more detailed on this little idea if wanted
Always welcoming brainworms. Perpetual state of brainworm acceptance. Please give me the worms 🧠🪱🧎
I'm vibing with the collateral lore, specifically because it makes the ensuing build-up to the inevitable falling-in-love even gayer. The whole "we'll hold onto your princess so you honour your bargain" political manoeuvre has an unspoken contract. It's technically a hostage situation, pulled with the intent of holding leverage over someone, and...oh, no, the most respected warrior in our settlement is teaching the hostage to defend themself. And now the hostage is...offering tactical guidance that will boost our economy, possibly to the detriment of theirs. They also have an axe now. Motive unclear, but homoerotic.
Rat bastard's deployment is a plot to skew this arrangement in favour of your kingdom; your kingdom laid siege to a fortress, only to find it barren of loot with evidence of the Raven Clan's visitation. Clearly, your father thinks, the clan had blackmailed or tortured some information out of you, and a marriage would see your undisputed safe passage out of Ravensthorpe (fine print?). Rat bastard offered the highest dowry.
Your peaceful afternoon in the sun, draped across Eivor's lap while she feeds you slices of apple, is rudely interrupted by Rat bastard (RB hereon out) making his gaudy introduction. You can see Alvis a short distance behind, clearly biting back laughter. Eivor's grip on the knife shifts as RB states his purpose in a monologue littered with objectifying remarks aimed at you, o the children you'll bear him (grim), the money and land he offered for your hand - flattering stuff.
That's what pushes her over the edge. A princess as lovely as yourself is bound to attract suitors. Ordinarily, she'd grit her teeth through it. But RB thought you a trinket to be possessed and used, and your father was willing to throw you to highest bidder. Eivor is having none of it.
Relief flickers over his face as Eivor sets down the knife, but panic returns tenfold as she rises to her full height and rolls her shoulders. "Where is it you hail from again?" she asks with a voice of steel.
RB, bricking it, meagrely clears his throat and answers. Nowhere important, certainly not amongst the allies of the Raven Clan. Eivor therefore has no reservations about sending him packing with a few less teeth, a couple of broken bones, shakily clutching a piece of parchment detailing a change in contract regarding a certain princess. By the time your father reads the draft, you and Eivor are already wed.
I'm dying to read any other ideas you have on this or how it continued in your head! I love how your brain works. :)
princess in her voice hhhhhhhhhh PLEASE
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curse that ravens fire
eivor x f!reader 🌿 PART 1
reader is Petras Younger sister who just arrived at the settlement. [ 2k words ?]
MDI
[ warnings : will eventually have sexual content. for now theres only mentions of hunting animals / not too gory but might still be upsetting to read] Its also a little enemies to lovers type of deal
The tip of your arrow was perfectly aligned with her throat just like the edge of her axe with yours
You could feel her breath, hear her heartbeat and you saw a bead of sweat roll down her forehead. Neither took initiative to move forward or pull back not trusting each other’s intentions
“Eivor Wait! That’s my sister!” You heard Petra call out and you both pulled back the tension you shared falling flat to your siblings cries. She ran towards you and stopped few feet away bracing her hands on her knees breathing heavily
“Gods! I can't believe you got in trouble already” She mumbled worried and Eivor sheathed back her axe
“This is your family that was visiting?” She asked looking distressed
“Yes!” She yelled more so to cover up for her lack of oxygen than to scold anyone.
You looked at the stones on the ground and scoffed,kicking one with little force to show your despair. This was a horrible first impression you were leaving on someone you assumed to be important for the settlement.
“Thought you all only hunted animals”
“We do!” You yelled and she growled looking at you “Do I look like a stag?”
“You could with that mug of yours!” You spat back enraged. You weren't even pointing at her. She just happened to be in your line of sight when you were waiting for a wolf to come out of a cave only for this crude norsewoman to turn up.
Naturally, the timing was off and then things escalated without the two of you realizing
“Calm down, please! EIvor excuse my sister's behavior. She's probably just tired from her trip” She said and yanked you from your arm. You decided to stay quiet knowing her tone indicated you weren’t getting away without a harsh scolding
Eivors upper lip twitched and she took a long sigh.WIping the sweat of her brow and scarred cheeks she looked away “Take your time getting settled. I should go to the longhouse and speak with Randvi”
And with that she took off. Petra glared at you “What were you thinking?!”
“That I found the mythical wolf!”
She shook your head “Gods, what an awful misunderstanding that must have been then. Come. You’ve embarrassed me enough” You frowned, crossing your arms and slowly walking behind her.
“Is Wallace here as well?”
“No. He went to sharpen arrows. Might be back for the featbuff though. Don’t worry youll catch him tomorrow morning at worse”
You nod deep in thought. Four days of walking,eating dry rabbit meat and sleeping in cold,wet,murky caves. Depending on who you offended today you would have to prepare yourself mentally to go through that all again, should they decide to send you back home
“So…Who’s Eivor?”
“The Jarls sister”
Shit
Maybe you could pack some soup and hopefully steal a better coat.
“Don’t worry. She doesn’t hold many things to heart. However your loud mouth might make her eventually” She said, her tone heavy with a warning
Watch your tongue or Ill cut it for you
“Understood”
Petra lended you a fresh set of clothes , rich in color, The blue and sea hues that royalty usually wore, with the soft fur of a rabbit decorating the edges and shoulders giving a nice fullness to your structure
“Did you just get this?” Recognizing it must have cost a fortune, you felt bad being the first one to wear it. She smiled “You can make it up to me by sewing me a new one tomorrow”
You felt out the leathers of the belts and the edges admiring the craftsmanship “Who… did this? Its form is crude but it looks nice”
“Our blacksmith. Has a fine set of hands,right?” She said with a wink and you shook your head letting go of the fabrics.
“Let's just go to this feast. I’m starving for some decent food” With a small nod she walked out of her hut. Quickly snatching a small knife and sliding it beneath your coat you followed “You live very close to the Longhouse”
“Our services were deemed important to the clan. Comes with it I guess. Which by the way, don't relax too much. Tomorrow you'll have to talk with Randvi and Eivor.tell them what you will provide if they are to let you stay”
Expected
You thought. Which is why you were so eagerly hunting down that wolf. If you truly found that legendary creature, its fur would’ve been the final addition to the armor you were planning to present as an example of your skills. Now you need a new plan. Curse that raven
You gritted your teeth in spite.
when the two of you walked in the hall you saw faces warm up to your sister's presence greeting her and exchanging handshakes “Petra! Tell us a story!” One yelled across the room and she raised a hand motioning that she’d join them soon
“First, formally apologize to Eivor. Ill be waiting for you over there” She ordered and you looked at her like a kicked cub
“You’re joking?”
“Don’t be difficult”
“Don’t be ridiculous then!” You hissed and she glared at you. Her eyes left yours to see Eivor exit the map room “There. Go” and with that she turned you around grabbing your shoulders and giving you a push forward as she went the other way to go find her companions
Curse these traditions and formalities that your families followed. You stepped around the dancing Vikings and tried to avoid bumping into any drunk ones who chugged on ale making your way closer to the throne where Eivor leaned against the wood,deep in thought.
You stopped before walking up the stairs hoping she would notice you first. To your relief she did. Cocking a brow she gathered herself and made her way to you “Yes?” She asked and you felt sweat run down your spine. You started pushing at the skin on your fingertips with your nails trying to come up with something to say.
She smirked, baring her fangs almost as she took a step closer “For all that barking you surely came with the tail between your legs now” She bit in what she thought was playful banter which you, took horribly wrong
“Excuse me?!” You stopped fidgeting suddenly feeling the gravity pull at your feet
“Petra sure knows how to handle her siblings. With Wallace often running off, she does a good job keeping you two in place” You suddenly felt like she was referring to you like some dog that needed a leash and you’ve never felt more enraged by a woman
“Fuck you and your spineless clan” You hissed and turned away not bothering to hear what else she had to say knowing you would be soon sleeping on the streets.
The winter breeze hit your cheek, in a soft caress, soothing the heat that burned your skin.
Your head jolted the other way and you saw a door.
The longhouse had more than one exit
You smiled, all tension and anger evaporating immediately. You could go hunting now and apologize in the form of a well crafted coat the way you initially intended. If you couldn’t get in Eivors good graces anymore you were certain the Jarls wife would consider you.
You pushed some men around and made your way to the door finally leaving the suffocating building
You stopped right out the doors and took a second to catch your breath, the whole gathering spiking up your anxiety. What you had in craftsmanship you lacked in social skill. You tried to reason with yourself that you wanted to make a good impression and that you weren't sneaking out from embarrassment alone. Out of shame for letting anger so quickly get the better of you.
You saw a stack of bows and arrows lodged by the entrance, damp by the snow.It would have to do. You grabbed a set and began your short journey to the snow and stone covered entrance of the wolf cave. You were sure you heard the crunch of another pair of footsteps behind you. You turned to look. Someone must have been following you
However, not wanting to risk the idea that they were after the same wolf you picked up your pace and reached the cave sliding first and looked around. It was eerily quiet, your pants disrupting the peace.
Trying your best to watch your step you climbed the walls trying to reach the other end of the path which would hopefully lead to a makeshift home by the animal.
You heard rumbling in the distance. Wet and filled with aggression. You were noticed.
You pulled an arrow and your bow in haste but were ultimately thrown to your front when you felt four pairs of heavy joints push at your back.
You yelped in fear realizing how greatly you miscalculated the size this beast would have.Not ready to give in you pushed your weight against the ground abruptly covering your exposed neck with your hood and trying to roll over on the other side.
Knocking it off balance wasn’t as easy and your thoughts were starting to get cloudy from the grim realization that you might die after all. You tasted copper and the stuffiness of your nose clearly indicated you were bleeding.
Well. I did land headfirst
“Duck!” You heard a heavy voice command and you did. The next thing you heard was the weighty thud of something crashing with the wolves ribs and thrusting it on the other side. It howled in pain and you quickly rose to your feet running to the other side of the cave pulling out your knife which seemed unnecessary when a figure landed in front of you covering your line of sight.
Eivor wolf kissed
Oh the irony of it all
“Must be dead” she mumbled and you finally took a careful look at the wolf. That something that made it clash with the rocks behind it, was Eivors sharp axe.
Oh the poor creature never stood a chance
“That was barbaric!” You whined and she glared at you “Is that how you thank someone for saving your ass?” She mocked and you rolled your eyes “Oh I was doing fine”
You quickly tried to wipe your bloody nose probably smearing it across your face and hopped over to the wolfs side
“This is awful. How am I to properly get its fur now”
“Fur?”
“Yes. I am a tailor. It's what I came to do here seeing as you clearly lack those. Seriously, how old is that vest you are wearing?” You said and scoffed in disgust to which she took little offense
“It does the job!”
“And I” you pushed against the wolf's skin and with the other wrapped your fingers around the hilt of the axe “Can make it do an even better one” and pulled it out of its skin making sure it wouldn't rip it any further
You gently held its head in your palm and connected your foreheads whispering a thank you for its sacrifice and with one deep breath pulled it up and mounted it on your shoulders
“Do you only show respect to animals?”
“They are the only ones who have earned it out of me” you stopped and looked at her, or what you could make out of the woman since the Caracas was blocking your vision
“Did you follow me?”
“I wanted to Say some things. Next thing I know you are getting yourself into trouble under my clans watch” she grabbed her discarded axe and made her way next to you helping you carry the animal by sharing the weight. You studied her face, noticing how the lines on her forehead softened and deepened. Her jaw tense.
She tried to blow a few loose strands of hair out of her face in a very child-like way and she refused to meet your eyes. Her breathing was uneven not from fatigue but from nervousness. All of that made you truly reconsider her character
She struggled with normal interactions as much as you did. This was her way of trying to get close to you and apologize . With actions
You smiled, earnestly now, wanting to impress her more than ever “Oh you'll learn to love me”
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They had no involvement with either "Concord or Dustborn"
This is true. I was trying to say that the general DEI push leads to shit games nobody wants, but upon re-reading my post it seems I forgot to clarify that. My bad.
Second as for suicide squad, that was one game.
One game that's led to serious layoffs at Rocksteady, including in their QA department that, according to them themselves, is gonna lead to a decrease in quality. And with how much triple a games cost nowadays, not to mention the opportunity cost of 8 friggin' years of developments, the amount of millions this lost Warner Bros doesn't bear thinking about.
"God of War Ragnarock"
I 100%ed this game twice(glitched labors aside), and the only reason it's not on the level of Suicide Squad when it comes to story is because Sweet Baby was very clearly limited only to the journal-entry styles of writing from the artifacts and scrolls you pick up. Those were so godawful, so chock-full of modern preachiness about "oppression", and so absolutely counter to the main idea of Alfheim in particular(in the actual story it's that the war is pointless and neither side is right, while sweet baby invalidates that by outright declaring that the dark elves are the good guys because muh ham-fisted environmentalist narrative) that I stopped reading them midway through the first main area and never looked back.
The actual story itself was almost if not completely untouched by them, as can be seen in how women are shown as flawed(Freya, Sif and Thrud) or outright evil(the three Valkyries Odin still has working for him while fatherhood is explored in ways that don't involve copious amounts of bitching about the evils of masculinity. Hell, even the obligatory black Norsewoman Angrboda is shown as having normal human flaws(yes she's a giant, you know what I mean) and goes through an arc involving something other than learning that she was already perfect all along. And Kratos himself even breaks the cardinal sin of modern storytelling by being a man who saves a woman(Freya could not have freed herself from Odin's last curse without his help both in general and specifically fighting Niddhog, which would've just eaten her while she tried to break the curse had he not been beating the shit out of it).
Also funny that you assume "i'm" some game journalist, I'm not.
I wasn't. I was saying that in a more general sense.
I just showed a video that
Is over an hour long. Nobody is going to watch something that long just to get info for a debate on tungle.fuck. Either get a shorter source or identify key points within the video rather than saying "just watch all this"(like, "at 23:45 it says this, and at 37:52 it says this other thing, and that's why my point is correct).
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Long version:
Short version: Norsewoman who died helping the doctor but got resurrected by an overpowered medical device from the alien of the week and now cannot die. Unlike the other 72 characters from DW that this has happened to, she had the unfortunate issue of not having a supernaturally expanded memory, so she only remembers about 80 years of her life at any given moment (she remedies this by journaling extensively, but at a certain point the journals are just interesting events that happened to someone in the past more than they are her memories). Having eventually forgotten her original name, she started going by the title "Me".
I’ll be honest, no idea who this is. Can anyone fill me in?
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