#suffer peasents

[mentallyunw3ll]

i said this in grampo.but

suffer

Tims plush design is getting released on the day Jay died :3

see?

[meepwrites]

Thinking of a Rapunzel inspired Black brothers au.

I say ‘black brothers’ and ‘inspired.

Because I couldn’t decide who should be Rapunzel.

Besides I am afraid there is no au in which the black brothers have a happy family waiting for them outside of Walburga and Orion and I don’t want to strip them of the idea of a royal status (they be ✨fancy✨.) so chained princes it is, forbidden from leaving the castle aside for certain occasions and of course only with great company.

I actually DIDN’T think abt how the brothers would Meet Remus and james 🧍‍♀️but those two - movie canonically to Flynn Ryder - are definitely petty thief’s and ‘ruffians.’

James either does it for his family or solely for the fun and his buddy - because he could just invite Remus around for a round of soup everyday but Remus would never take that generosity (going to be great when he inevitably ends up living in a castle because wolfstar.)

It all began by Sirius convincing Regulus to sneak out for a night on the town - the lanterns are a town festival or smth, still to celebrate their birthdays (WHICH MEANS THEY GET TWO CHANCES A YEAR TO SEE IT. KEEP THIS IN MIND.)

but their mother never let them engage within it ‘for their own good’ and ‘They are but Peasents.’ and damn it Sirius will seek the lanterns himself and drag Regulus along by the elbow if he has to.

Unfortunately they never made it to the lanterns that night (Ran from guards who recognised them. made it back to their rooms panting and exhilarated - Sirius was all crazy laughter and joy. Regulus was horror and joy, laughing together.) but they bumped into Remus and James before their night ended.

James almost instantly calls dips on the cold younger brother while Remus is still blinking after the wild older one who well, definitely caught his attention, he mindlessly nods at james “Uh-huh.”

And then comes back to sorts with a heavy blink and a snap of a head tilt “James you can’t call dips on people !”

THEY DON’T KNOW THE YOUNG MAN THEY MET ARE THE TOWNS PRINCES BTW - locked up within their castle and all,

ordinary people can barely recognise the reality of the two young heirs.

Perhaps Regulus and Sirius sneak out more and more - meeting James and Remus after a couple times before the two thief’s do their research and come to realisations.

They eventually set out to rescue the brothers because why not and hence comes the fourth way planning to rescue them, the planning is done in shabby town taverns with the help of the Black Brothers because they have all the inside information duh,

Regulus was initially reluctant but he comes around.

Do any of them know where exactly they will be running to ? No but Sirius, if he is to be the heir, wants to reset the way of the kingdom he wants to melt the dictatorship of his father and mother and if he has to run and a hatch plan somewhere along the way for that to be possible he will and James and Remus are willing to help.

Regulus would argue he could stay until their parents age out of the role - Sirius would rather not and seeing all that Remus had suffered under the system of the kingdom he’d rather not 10 times over.

—-

Sirius and Regulus would absolutely sing a version of ‘when will my life begin’ ? together but it’s about all the royal training and ettiquete they’re being put through and their different levels of yearning for elsewhere and the dislike of their present.

Regulus would have the ‘mother knows best’ number with Walburga because she isn’t letting him get out of hand the way Sirius had - little does she know Regulus already had (Nothing can separate the brothers if I have anything to say about it.)

He’s just a better actor - Still his mother does lower his spirits.

Rapunzel’s hesitance than joy to leave her tower gets split between them, Sirius jumps like there is no tomorrow - Regulus is coaxed out by James’s gloved hand that he smacks away before climbing down himself but all of them can see his hesitance fear and darting eyes for at least the next couple of hours

Peter is probably a little baker and a friend of Remus’s and James - that’s where they take the princes, he’s the one who gives them away eventually

Probably after Sirius belts ‘I’ve got a dream !’ <—(that’s when Remus is first really star struck and James knowingly/teasingly juts him in the ribs) in his establishment.

The queen shows up not longer after demanding to know where her children are.

Peter rats them out.

Backtracking a little though :

Regulus absolutely dragged Sirius off the table when he was singing because “what do you think you’re doing !!”

“Changing the Kingdom !”

Regulus blinked at him with a grotesque expression “You can’t- Oh my god this won’t change the kingdom ! REMUS *whips around* Tell him- *loudest groan of history kind as he sees Remus ‘the smart one’ completely whipped for his oblivious brother.* For god-“

Sirius would be like “See !” bcs Remus didn’t protest

And regulus would be massaging his temples like “No.”

[gabi-trollastic]

Trolls France Revolution (History Au)

@happyqueenandgrumpydork *Around 1700s, in Trolls France, many trolls were suffering economy problems specially in getting food as buttons were least. Some said their actual queen Poppy his husband Branch and their family were the responsible ones never caring for their kingdom, some peasents thought they actually weren't selfish ones and they actually did care about the situation but mostly the other half of peasents disliked them so much for their "royal" blood.*

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 69

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Zuko tries not to think too much about what Katara is doing as he and Suki run down the hall to face off against his crazy little sister.

He knows Azula fairly well. He knows that Azula will try to take the oppurtunity to remove him from the line of succession. She was always just as power hungry as their father. And, without her firebending, Azula would evade and stall, and have others fight for her. Mai and Ty Lee.

But he knew something Azula didn't. That Mai would turn on Azula to save her family. And if Mai turned, Ty Lee would as well. The two girls had been closer with each other than Azula, for obvious reasons.

"Whatever you do," Zuko said as they stopped in front of the large metal door. "Don't trust anything Azula says."

Suki nodded, moving to help Zuko push open the door. The room was long, the stone floor cool and dark. On the far end, with Mai and Ty Lee standing on either side, was Azula. She was sitting on a throne, legs crossed as she watched the door intently.

"So it's true," Azula said, not standing from her seat. "You really are alive."

"Yes," Zuko said, reaching behind him to pull out his dual swords. He could see Suki from the corner of his eye, fans at the ready.

"I expected this kind of treachery from Uncle," Azula said, slowly pushing herself up. "But you, Zuko? You may be a lot of things, but a traitor?"

Zuko did his best not to look at Mai. It would be a tell. Instead, he kept his gaze firmly on Azula.

"It's not too late for you, you know." She smiled. "The Avatar wouldn't expect you to turn on him. The invasion force wouldn't expect you to tear their ranks apart from the inside." A wicked smile played at her lips. "You can be redeemed. Help us save the Fire Nation, and you can have your honor back. You will have Father's love. You'll have everything you've ever wanted."

"Not everything," Zuko said.

This caused Azula to pause. "The waterbending peasent." She hummed, contemplative. "I suppose, if she's with the Avatar now, there will be no other choice. She will need to be punished. You always did have a soft spot for her." A wicked grin stretched her lips. "You had a lot of soft spots, actually."

Zuko bit back the yell that wanted to spill from him. He tightened his grip on the hilts of his swords, and kept his eyes on his sister. "I'm giving you a chance to surrender. I suggest you take it."

"Surrender? To you?" She scoffs. "The cast off Prince who was so unbelievably weak, he groveled instead of fought during an Agni Kai? You have no honor, brother. And I won't sully my name by surrendering to the likes of you."

His scar ached. He had heard that Azula had been there that day, watching from the stands with his uncle. Yet, he had hoped that she hadn't been so warped and twisted to find glee in her brothers suffering at age eleven.

"Zuko," Suki said, voice tight. She was eyeing Mai and Ty Lee, asking for orders. Should she attack?

"Ah, yes." There was a flicker of something in Azula's gaze, as it landed on Suki. "I was wondering about you. I suppose after the water filth, Zuzu gained a taste for the exotic."

Suki's face immediately screwed up, as did Zuko's. "Gross," they said, almost in sync.

They had been allies for years, though friends wasn't much of a stretch. Zuko's ship had sold plenty of Southern Water Tribe exports to Kyoshi. While in the beginning Suki had been cautious, hostile even, once she knew he wasn't a threat, she was more than happy to train with him.

"Really?" Azula hummed. "I suppose even I can be wrong, once in a solar eclipse."

"You're trying to distract us," Zuko grit out.

"Really? What gave it away?"

If he had access to his firebending, he was sure that smoke would be spilling from his fisted grip on his swords.

"Enough," he yelled, putting as much authority into his voice as he could. Azula didn't flinch, but Ty Lee did in the back of the room. "It's over Azula. The Avatar is facing father as we speak, the palace has been taken, and the airships are destroyed. It's over."

Slowly, her eyes narrowed. "How did you know about the air ships?"

He stood as straight as he could, refusing to take his eyes off of Azula. "I've been in the Fire Nation longer than you thought."

Only, Azula wasn't just watching him. She was watching Suki, who couldn't help but glance at Mai.

"Mai?" Azula called, voice low and deadly.

The dark and gloomy girl was backing away, a knife in had. She eyed Azula like she was an armadillo bear about to attack. Though, that might not be to far from the truth.

"I never expected this from you," Azula snarled. "You know the consequences for treason."

Mai had her eyes locked on Azula, ready to flee or strike as needed, like a viper hare. "I guess you don't know people as well as you think you do. You miscalculated. I love my brother more than I fear you."

Zuko watches as Azula's face twists and contorts, growing into one of absolute rage. "No, you miscalculated! You should fear me more!" Her voice was shrill, wild, in a way Zuko had never heard before. "Ty Lee! Take out the traitor!"

For a moment, there was silence. Ty Lee remained in her spot, eyes wide, and tears pricking at her eyes. She looked helpless, so lost, yet like she knew what the final outcome would be.

"Ty Lee!" Azula snapped again.

"No," Ty Lee breathed. "I... I won't hurt her. Azula, Mai is our friend, and-"

"You're both fools!" Azula snarled, her eyes wild, as she started to back away from them. Zuko followed her, step for step. "When this is over, I'll have your thrown in the Boiling Rock, and let you rot. I'll find your circus and burn it to the ground. I'll have your family executed!"

"Azula," Zuko warned.

But then, she turned, and bolted for a side door.

"Stay here," Zuko shouted to Mai and Ty Lee. They didn't need any more stress from today. "Suki!"

The female warrior was only a step or two behind him, racing after his sister.

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[wyvernwriterarchive]

⚡️Dalgari: Thrones of Legend Character Dump⚡️

Vaela☀️

Exalt

The Grand Duchess of Cerotia. She is an empathetic, caring, and protective woman who has experienced trauma due to the deaths of her parents and husband at the hands of war and disease. She seeks to help those who have suffered be at peace, as well as to help people in need to prosper. She formed the Gilded Guardians and plans to use her power as a world leader in order to achieve this dream.

The memories of the loss her people and family faced still play over and over again in her mind. And she desperately desires to avoid a world where this is the norm, fearing upsetting anyone or failing diplomacy.

Atlas🔥

Emperor

The Emperor of Bovent, who comes from a long line of strong-willed warriors, each taking more and more land for their people. He came into power quickly after the loss of his father and three siblings, and his power seems to grow more and more every day.

Ambitious and war-hungry, he has doused the flames of rebellion and hope and ruled his empire with an iron fist, encouraging those around him to do the same...or face consequences.

Adeline🌑

Brigadier->Cataphract

A Cerotian noblewoman, who is the daughter of a baron. She was a wild child, with no desire to be chained down or limited for any reason, but her family disapproved of her actions and behavior.

She became a knight, expecting the same rigid structure. But surprisingly, she was able to be more free and wild. She rose through the ranks and became

Norin❄️

Cavalier->Paladin

Once the son of a merchant and a in the streets of Liron, he and his siblings fled to the country of Cerotia when times grew tough and chaotic due to the death of their parents. He did everything he could to have a stable life for his family. To do that, he became a knight.

With his new position, he has gained privileges he thought unattainable for a mere peasent like him, and his family eats well. He will do everything to keep order and stability in the world, as chaos brought him nothing but misfortune.

Olympe ⚡️

Mage->Wizard/Chevalier

The charming princess of Nowtuol. She is known far and wide throughout her lands as a beautiful, charming woman. So much so that many often let their guards down around her and underestimate her intelligence.

She uses these moments of weakness to gain crucial information and improve her skills in magic,with the unwavering support of her younger brother,Prince Noah, who's tactical mind allowed her to escape a calamity in her country and seek the help of the Guilded Guardians.

Surya🪷

Fencer->Duelist

The next in line to the throne of Ampherous, whose compassion, charm, and ingenuity have made him popular among the people. After his father's faulty rule, he has made it his mission to do better.

Currently arranged to marry the princess of Taliver, Leilana, in order to potentially put an end to the bad blood between them. This and his desire to enact social change that supports the commonfolk has given him a lot of enemies to worry about.

Arlind🌲

Knight->Sentinel

The grandson of a Cerotian baron, who recently met his end after trying to slay the Grand Duchess in an insurrection. He joined the Gilded Guardians in an attempt to make up for his mistake.

Oftentimes, he feels less useful than his peers due to his anxious nature. Now surrounded by such strong, mobile heroes make him even more nervous. But he still wants to be a shield to the weak no matter what.

Omari💧

Brawler->Pugilist/Kensei

Once a bandit who fought for survival in Taliver, he tried to raid raid a town for food and gold during a festival. All of their other bandit allies were routed, but before Omari met a gruesome end, Princess Leilana saved him and helped him become the kind of man he always wanted.

Now the faithful companion of Princess Leilana of Taliver, he fights to protect his home and spreads peace, just as Leilana wishes.

Asvini🍃

Cleric->Saint/Templar

A former member of the Phenlorian Inquisitors, who enforced the law and order of the holy lands. He saw it as an amazing way to make money, but due to the cruelty the church's enemies faced, he became disillusioned and decided to quit.

Still, he wanted money, and he became a traveling priest, selling his services as a priest and divine healer to anyone lucky enough to hire him. Eventually, he joined the Gilded Guardians, who hired him for a hefty sum of gold.

Kiado🪨

Militia->Any

A villager who lived in peace in the country of Pakwil before he was kidnapped by some dark cultists, along with other innocents. Not content to be sacrificed or killed, he escaped along with some other captives.With the help of the Gilded Guardians, he was able to save the others. He later joined them.

Humble, earnest, and resourceful, he does whatever he can to gain the approval of others. He cares about the common people and their struggles more than anything, and wants to use his new position to help them whenever possible.

[jammiedoggo]

Cycle of abuse

Description: A cautionary warning about cycle of abuse of how anyone beside from relatives can inflict their pain on others like life damaging virus or curse. The big bad bear from wild desire to constantly hunt livestock just like a big bad wolf from fairytales, because influence by bear's truama associate by farm. The traumatized cria develope a hatred towards carnivore and wild predators because the big bad bear and animal farm and grew up into becoming what the alpaca hate, just like big bad bear, inflicting it's on the dog. The traumatised dog trapped in abuse by the big bad alpaca as the dog treated like the big bad wolf. The dog became hatred towards the peasents that the dog wants revenge against the abuser. This is moment of chance that the dog will able to break the cycle and escape to be free. Free to rehome and recovery.

Journal: There is warning about something very serious about stopping abuse by safeguarding the victims to allow them to recover and prosecute abusers behind bars away from victims, to end the cycle of abuse. As a survivor of domestic abuse, I had suffered mental illness pain from haunting trauma and when someone disrespect and downplayed it felt sigma that my life and my existence don't matter. I'm glad, i'm in the right support with caring fellas that i cherish. I achieve of breaking the cycle of abuse by escaping and got the support to able recover and have better quality of life. If anyone is suffering abuse it's best act now by reporting it to the police and SOS organisations to safeguard them to end the cycle.

IF you know modern Russian history and Animal farm then you the visual symbolism especially why theres a red big bad bear instead of wolf and why the next abuse is blue alpaca. It is clever way to also represent my personal life and experience into visual code and referance to express of how feel and gone through. By the way i'm never been to Russia nor groomed and abused into soviet stuff by anyone. I never been abused by any soviets. So that's lucky.

[⚠️HELPLINE⚠️]

List of Emergency numbers: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_emergency_telephone_numbers

Any concerning activity, behaviour, illness and harm, please seek SOS when the opportunity. It's not for fault and don't worry about the police involved. Please ignore anti-police and anti-service propaganda said by your abusers and any perpetrators. Any "reasonable", "Punishment", "justice", "fault", "criticism" reason to harm and stolen from you by your perpetrator.

Multiple helpline links thanks to true crime youtuber Eleanor neal and I'm sharing it https://linktr.ee/eleanornealeresources

Domestic abuse Helpline:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_domestic_violence_hotlines RAINN: https://rainn.org/resources

Trevor project (LGBTQ+ help): https://www.thetrevorproject.org/ Samaritan: https://www.samaritans.org/

Helpline to report child abuse: https://www.childhelp.org/ Global missing children: https://globalmissingkids.org/

Bite back wolf pack!

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[azlovesem]

I reach out to you today with a heart heavy with both pain and hope,💔🥹 seeking your help to save my family from the horrors of war in Gaza. We are a family that includes women and children, living every day under the weight of fear and destruction. 🙏 I write to you because I believe that humanity and compassion are our shared strengths, and when we unite, we can achieve miracles. ❤️

On both sides the religious seem to suffer most. Maybe gods or at least yiyr hids arentbsll their cracked up to be. Look at the region its crscked snd nobody bedides religio fanatics wanna go there. Youre deztiny is death of all you. The rest of the world foesnt realky need you around like they may lie to you and say sonetimes. Give it up. Forget that dhit snd be himsn ir i fesrvyhe entirecregion is gone already, and all the people on both sides die. Gone sll of you. Goid fuckn riddance to the vonstsnt ptoblems you peopld seem to have eith kne n other when youre both the same desert dwelling folls to ks. Look at my greem great lajes ehete God lives now. I epuldnt vome bavk to the middle east but to finish you all off. Greece is as close as ill ever come to thst part of the world. Because God doesnt lke you. Dissnt like thd religio monstnsevtjat geys rveryone killed. Watch put dont fuck eith Chridtisns even though thats nobsense ill hurt snyone ill bomb your places of eorship. Just vondider them above you ill walk right into new york snd open fire. Tou sing dhif youre stipid smd rvetyone can see yhst. Look at my fertile lands my green everything vompared to your desd bsrely slive desert. Its oayhetic youre psthetic people not people of god the ehole region over. Even in those tanks you lookild peasent desert dweelers with yoyr actions. Tech you got from me im light years ahead you should see my lab at area 51. You sint got shit mothing, religio. But more pain. Its not like anyone has to givd up halloween drwssing ip making believe. But yhat nonsense will nevef ever run my earth. Nevef ill mill everyone snd stsrt ovef before thag ever hsppens. So fuck anyones religion is badivslly what we re saying. If uou got z seripus problrm with that ll see you on the battegield find a dueler. So far everyones s bitch. No one wants to duel? Ill duel you sny of uou yo oromve my rekstionshup eith God. And yhet its ne ove. You not the oyher wsy wround monkey sss bitch. There u just dkspped you and yoyr hod scross the face again. People are sickmof it eond fown tgagvwarvyhen end it of rlse. If you havd to kill benni so be it

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[newenglandchampion]

"FCU General Manager Ricky Phillips said that if I or anyone else attacks Tyler Dales and his faction on the behalf of The Fallen Kingdom I will be stripped of MY title AND MY crown, well that won't happen because we're done with that trash team. We proved our point. He may be dumb, but I doubt Tyler is THAT dumb to ever challenge for my Universal King Championship again. But enough on that garbage 'wrestler' and the rest of that dumpster fire faction. Here's the real reason why we're out here. Filthy Peasents and the rest of the FCU, allow me to introduce the two newest members of my Fallen Kingdom. Adam Cole and Powerhouse Hobbs. This will myself and my Fallen Kingdom to show how dominant my reign is in the AEW side of the FCU. Once we cross over into the AEW side, the threat/warning still stands, if you want a shot at my Universal King Championship and crown, you'll suffer the same fate Tyler Dales and his faction suffered. And now, I'll let you get back to bending thy knee at my Throne."

[liskadaebabbit]

NO MORE BEANS, NO MORE RICE, SUFFER, PEASENTS!

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Find Us

Summary: (Y/N) has done her job, now Ivar must do his.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten

The sleep came easily enough, even easier considering that you had gone all day with no rest and unbeknownst to you it was the most rest you would receive in months.

In the land of the living it had been three days and you hadn’t had a clue, for you it was just like any other dream. Time was irrelevant and nothing important to worry about as you walked around the abandoned market. With the information you now had you came to the conclusion that this was a Viking age settlement.

And just knowing that much made you eager to look around and see everything. How many people could say they had seen something like this? It would be an opportunity lost if she didn’t explore.

You were still in your hospital gown and had been barefoot before you found some shoes that were too big but they stayed on.

Viking mud is still mud after all.

There was so much to see, there were stands that had vegetables and fruits and less attractive ones that had dead animals hug up on display. Further into the market area you found jewelry and long stretches of fabric. Most were brown or white but others were absolutely gorgeous colors like red, blue and gold.

It was while you were touching a blue silk fabric that you heard something behind you.

Muddy footsteps.

It made a wet squishing noise; squish squish squish, getting closer but not at a rushed speed. 

Whoever was behind you felt no need to rush.

You turned around; fully expecting to see the man with no eyes to be standing there with a new riddle for you to solve, but that wasn’t who it was.

It was you.

The woman standing before you had your face, she was older maybe in her twenties or early thirties, her hair was longer than you could imagine growing yours and it was in a braid that rested plainly over her shoulder. She was wearing a brown dress and leather shoes.

Despite how much you had looked into mirrors you had never seen yourself like this.

‘Y-you.’ you managed to say when you found the will to speak.

‘You.’ the woman smiled.

‘Do you know who I am?’ she asked as she stepped closer to you.

Instinctively you stepped back.

‘Your name is Wilda, you are a Saxxon woman.’ you replied.

‘I am, or maybe I was. It is hard to understand even for me, I have been dead for so long and yet here I stand speaking with you.’ she mused.

She walked over to the fabric you were just holding and rubbed it curiously.

‘I had been wanting this fabric when I died, the woman who made this was the best seamstress in all of Kattegat.’

‘Kattegat? Is that the name of this place?’ 

‘Yes, this is where it all began. This is where it all happened, where your fate was sealed with the Boneless One. I must apologize, for I am also responsible for involving you in all this, but please know I didn’t wish for any of it.’ she said sadly.

It was weird seeing yourself like this, it was like watching yourself in a movie but you had no memory of acting in it. Either way this woman...this you, was talking and it was understandable.

‘Can you tell me what happened, why am I involved and what will happen after Ivar accepts his past life?’ you asked.

‘I do not know it all, but I will tell you what I know, come walk with me, I want you to see something.’ she said as she began to walk away from the fabric stand.

You walked beside her, still keeping a bit of distance.

‘I was a child of the church, in York. When I was a small child the city was raided by the Sons of Ragnar and their Heathen Army. I barely survived but after they took over Ivar took me in as a slave.’

‘Why?’

‘I was often the apprentice to the healers after men would come from battle. I would take care of his legs with salves and oils. He hated me, it was simply a fact but he valued my care through the years.’

‘Why did you marry him?’

‘Years had passed and I’d seen him do...horrific things, he’d won great victories and suffered massive losses then all at once he was just losing. Battle after battle his plans failed him, he was losing his fame, becoming a joke among warlords.’

As the two of you walked past the last stand of the market she led you through a trail in the woods.

‘At his wits end he called on the seer.’

‘Seer? The man with no eyes?’ you asked. 

She nodded.

‘He sees peoples’ fates and speaks with the Pagan Gods. He told Ivar that the Gods had abandoned him; that they had favored his father Ragnar despite the disrespectful way he viewed them, and they would not show Ivar the same mercy if he followed his father’s footsteps.’

‘Ragnar? I thought he was a myth.’

‘People spoke of him as if he were, but he was a real man with real feelings. Ivar loved him despite the strain his broken legs put on their relationship, and like his father he began to place too much pride in his own importance.’ 

‘Broken legs...he really couldn’t walk could he.’ you said in amazement.

‘Not on his own he made braces to keep himself upright, really they were amazing to see. Even I, who despised him, felt a small amount of admiration for his resilience.’

‘I grew up in his care, he never hurt me but he was cruel. When he came to me demanding my hand in marriage I didn’t understand. He told me it was life or death, he said he would have the church in York reduced to ashes if I refused.’

‘How romantic.’ you said sarcastically.

‘I thought so as well. From what was told to me Ivar had gotten everyone close to him cursed, exiled from all their nine worlds, left to wait for the reincarnations of both Ivar the Boneless and a Christian Girl to to reunite and his guilt alongside her love and forgiveness would be the light that lead them to Valhalla.’

‘My love?’ you asked in embarrassed shock.

‘Yes, you love him and I know it.’

‘How can you know something like that? Do you feel my emotions or something, because I’m not sure if it is more than a crush.’ you said in your defense.

Wilda laughed and was odd to hear it, you recognized it as your own laughter but you never heard from someone else.

‘My sweet girl, you are not the first reincarnation, and your Ivar isn’t the first either, if God wills it you will be the last.’

‘I’m not the first? How many have there been and what happened to them?’

‘They all end up here eventually.’ Wilda answered as at last the two of you had arrived at your destination.

You were in a large clearing. There was nothing else there to take your eyes away from what was in the center.

Two graves, both empty and two piles of dirt waiting to fill them in once there was a body inside.

Your heart was lead.

‘It is never painful, for any of them, you’ll just go to sleep.’

‘But I- I’m sleeping now...am I am I d-‘

‘No, you are alive outside I promise. All you have to do is wait, wait for Ivar to accept his faults and remorse.’

‘And if he doesn’t then what? You’re saying I can’t do anything for myself? What kind of misogynistic bullshit is this? I thought Viking women had rights of their own.’ you ranted angrily as you paced, looking away from the graves.

‘Unfortunately, I wasn’t Viking, even if I did follow their beliefs I was a thrall. I had no rights before my marriage and even with that title I was still Christian.’

‘So what? Just sit here with you and wait?’ 

‘Yes, do you have faith that your Ivar will save you?’

‘Of course!’ you shouted so suddenly that it surprised you.

All at once it hit you how much faith you had in Ivar, the one thing you had no doubt about was that he would do anything for you.

He cared for you, even if not romantically, he cared about you; and no matter what he had to do he would save you.

Or he would die trying.

‘Then wait.’ Wilda said sweetly.

Ivar’s POV

The last three days had brought about a lot of chaos.

(Y/N)’s family was devastated by the news, her siblings were scared and her mother was in complete shambles. Miss (Y/L/N) had called your father who flew out with his wife and other kids and had arrived on the second night. 

His own family had been affected as well, he had been too shaken up and crushed by guilt that he couldn’t drive so he just sat in his car feeling sorry for himself and crying harder than he had since he was a child. His brothers ended up tracking his phone and once he had calmed down he explained what had happened.

No one in the Ragnarson family could ever remember seeing Ivar this distraught before, even his parents sat aside their marital issues enough to sit in the waiting room with Ivar and (Y/N)’s family.

It was strange to see for Ivar.

His family loved each other in their own odd constipated way, but they rarely got together like this. Even Bjorn and Lagertha showed up once, apparently they all wanted to be there for him but he suspected they just couldn't get over the fact that he had a friend.

Every day there were at least four people in the waiting room for (Y/N) and one of the most constant residents was Ivar.

He hadn’t even gone to school, all he could do was sit and watch...and think about things. Think about what he had to do, because no matter what logic told him he just knew this was his fault. She was a human vegetable and was because of him.

That thought alone made his head hurt, he was constantly taking pain killers that did little to ease his headaches.

He was on his phone watching the same video he had seen a thousand times it felt like.

The footage from (Y/N)’s sleep study. 

Her mother had demanded the footage, in hopes to find some kind of clue about what led to (Y/N)’s sudden seizure. She expected to see an administration of medicine or maybe even a nurse sneaking in, anything to explain it.

Unfortunately there was nothing on the film that the doctors hadn’t already explained. For about an hour she was sleeping peacefully, a bit of uncomfortable tossing and then, like a firecracker had startled her, she shot up.

Her body convulsing as she thrashed around so violently that she fell out of the bed and if the visual wasn’t upsetting enough the scream she let out after she landed on the floor was absolutely blood churning.

She was screaming loud and shrill at the top of her lungs, all the while her body never stopped shaking, her limbs were endlessly flailing. The nurses and doctors had rushed in to restrain after only forty seconds or so but it felt so much longer to Ivar.

He watched how carefully Herald administered the sedative and the way (Y/N)’s body went immediately limp. Ivar closed the video once the doctors started hurriedly checking her vitals.

Ivar sighed and stood up to stretch, the joints of his shoulder blades cracking in protest as he did so.

‘Going home for the night Ivar?’ Miss (Y/L/N) asked as she yawned in her own chair.

‘No, just going to the restroom, might get a coffee.’ he assured.

‘Grab me one please.’

‘Of course.’ Ivar said happily.

He didn’t really need to use the toilet, just needed to move around. His legs were getting sore and he needed to take his pills and he preferred to do that in private.

‘I would have killed for a treatment like that in my life.’

The color drained from his face as he looked in the mirror and saw a most unwelcomed sight.

‘I get the feeling you don’t like me much...understandable I suppose.�� the old man said from behind him.

His heart suddenly swelled with anger as he turned and swung, ready to feel his fist connect with the bearded face of this bastard, but it didn’t.

All that happened was his fist went right through him, as if he were air, with nothing solid to connect to he stumbled to regain balance.

‘I’m sure had I been alive that would have been a solid attack, were you done or do you want to waste more time? Because your Christian doesn’t have much to waste.’ the old man said tiredly.

Ivar turned around and glared, but it softened a bit when he saw something he hadn’t noticed before in his anger.

The old man was standing.

There were unpainted metal braces on the viking’s legs that seemed to be the only thing keeping him up, along with the cane he was using.

‘Why are you here?  Are you going to kill her now, brain dead not enough for you? She has nothing to do with this, whatever bullshit this all is, leave her out of it!’ Ivar shouted, not caring if someone heard him yelling to himself.

‘My Christian had nothing to do with my problems either, and had she been as selfish as I was she would have refused to take part. Then I would be cursed with no hope of redemption, and both of our Christians would have had longer and probably happier lives without us.’ he said tiredly.

‘But she was soft, she felt it was her stupid Christian duty to help others over herself. Despite her resentment for me, and mine of her, she agreed to help my family and for that I want to repay my debt to her. In order to do that I need you to see me.’

‘I do see you.’ Ivar argued.

‘No. You see an old man in strange clothes but you don’t see yourself in me at all do you? It's frustrating because you are the last and most important piece to this complicated puzzle. The Christian, her job was to find us, you and me, now you have to see us. Really look at me and see yourself...she will die if you don’t and the loss of her will drive you mad.’ 

He felt like ripping out his hair in frustration, Ivar had never been this angry. In his youth anger was the backbone of his personality, he was angry because his legs hurt, he was angry he couldn’t talk to anyone other than his brother because he didn’t have any friends, he was always angry. But this was pure rage; red hot and scalding, he was angry because he was terrified.

‘What do you mean she will die?’ 

‘Her body is here where you can see it, but her essence is in the void between the nine worlds and a living person can only stay there a short while before their body lets them go completely. Please if not for me and my family or yourself do it for her.’

For her, all at once his anger left him.

‘J-just look at you?’ he repeated.

‘See me...and look into you.’

Ivar felt like fire ants were covering his entire body, his stomach felt ready to rid itself of the crappy hospital lunch he’d had earlier, his heart felt like it was frozen in ice; and all that paled in comparison to his headache.

He had only met the eyes of the old man for a few seconds and already he wanted nothing more than to look away.

For her.

Ivar dug his nails deeply into the palms of his hand as he held the man’s gaze.

‘There you go, see me...see all we have done.’

Then as if zoomed in like a scene from a movie he could see images in the blue pupils, and what he saw made him want to look away even more.

He saw...a boy with a dirty face it looked like he was trying to pull something, suddenly he felt like there was something leather in his hand and he pulled it back he felt the boy in the eye pull it back and suddenly he struck his hand out with all his might and watched as the boy in the eye was hit in the head by the blade of an axe.

‘No!’ he gasped in horror.

‘Don’t look away, no matter how terrible or how ashamed. Do not look away.’ the viking said, but his voice was different now. It wasn’t as hoarse as before it appeared to be...younger in a way.

The boy faded away and he saw something worse than the boy.

‘Sigurd?’

In the eye there was his brother, his hair long, his clothes strange and he was talking and Ivar wished more than anything that he couldn’t hear what his own brother was saying, but he did, clear as a bell in his mind was his older brother’s voice.

‘It must be hard for you now that your mummy’s dead. Knowing she was the only one who ever really loved you.’ Sigurd said in a strange dialect as he sipped something from a chalice.

Hurt and anger swelled and he felt something wet and thick touch his lip and distantly his mind realized his nose was bleeding heavily, again his arm jerked forward and watched an axe fly and plant itself in his brother's ribs.

‘Sigurd…’ he whimpered as his eyes began to overflow with tears.

If anyone came into this restroom they would see him standing still as a statue, staring into space as his nose bled like a red river and his eyes leaked like faucets.

‘Don’t look away, don’t run from what you have already done.’ 

‘Sigurd...Siggy I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-’ he choked on the lump in his throat, the blood from his nose leaked into his mouth as he spoke and the taste was horrid but it felt nostalgic in a horribly gruesome way.

Again the image in the eyes changed and this one was more than the image it practically sucked him in like a portal.

No longer was he in a hospital restroom; he was in a stone building and there was so much noise, loudest of all was a baby crying. He could recall this, the dream, the one he remembered in the truck that night with (Y/N) the one that made his nose bleed.

This time it was so much more, it felt like his brain was exploding in his skull, he felt an aching throb in his ears but it didn’t compare to the horror he was seeing and hearing.

He could smell burning flesh, feel the heat and as the melted gold poured into the crying man’s mouth; the screams would haunt him until his last breath.

In horror he felt his chest shake in laughter.

Just when Ivar thought he would pass out from the pain in his head he felt something he hadn’t felt in years. His legs were breaking under his weight, but that wasn’t possible, he had titanium bones, they could never break but still he felt it. Even worse so he heard that familiar cracking noise as he fell to the floor.

‘Hold strong, we both know you can take more than this, and there is so much more to see.’ now Ivar was certain the voice he heard wasn’t the voice of an old man.

That was his own voice, and he suddenly processed that he wasn’t being sucked into the eye, but the eye was moving closer to him.

No longer was the phantom standing on crude braces as an old and ragged man. Now he was crawling, using his strong arms to pull himself along, his legs dragging behind him like a useless tail.

More than anything Ivar wanted to look away and see what the face of this man looked like now but he couldn’t.

For her… for (Y/N).

He stilled himself and tried to brace himself for more pain he was sure would come.

He had been right, more pain came and no amount of preparation would have made him ready for it.

A thousand or a million images flashed in the eye going so fast it shouldn’t have been possible to follow each one, but he could. Not only did he see and comprehend each image he felt them.

He saw the light go out in a fat man’s eyes as someone was chopping into his back with an ax, he felt the muscles in his arms ache with the effort it took to stab through the muscle and bones of a man in the heat of battle.

That was when he realized that these images, these senses were all things he’d seen and experienced before.

These were his dreams.

 ‘Yes, you are remembering. That is good, almost done now; look at me.’

At last that horrible eye closed, and Ivar nearly collapsed in relief, but he kept just enough energy to look up at the face that carried the eye.

There was no longer a beard to hide anything from view he could see the face in front of him with complete clarity.

This truly was his face, it was like looking into a mirror but this mirror showed what he looked like before.

‘Finally...you see me.’ He smiled.

[wubbalubbadubdubthings]

Meaninglessness of Life

My favourite scene from Rick and Morty about the question of our purpose is, not with morty and summer, but where rick builds the robot, who then asks: "what is my purpose" and then rick replys "you pass butter" and then the robot looks down at him self and says "oh my god..." with disappointment. I think this shows that it is a good thing that we humans live for no absoute purpose. I mean, just image if there was a purpose of our exsistence, it would completely crush our individuality, it would make us unfree and make all other efforts completely futile and irrelevant. If you look at space and deeptime, there is also no purpose to be found: The universe will end in dark coldness, everything will be forgotten, millions of stars just simply shine for no purpose. In human history, there have been many wars fought with millions of deaths and much suffering, and almost most of it is already forgotten in the everyday life of all other humans who are alive. Asking for a purpose of life is like asking for the purpose of a mountain. We can explain of what matreial compounds the mountain is made off, how high it is, what natural events led to its exsistence but it would be ricidulous to ask for a meaning of that mountain. Just the same with life: darwinian evolution through natural selection and random gene mutation, best described in professor richard dawkins books, explains the HOW question, but makes the WHY question completely absurd and irrelevant, just as asking what colour jealousy has - the fact that you can phrase this question in the english language, does not make it a valid question. We are pattern seeking animals, that's what our minds demand, and many people fall into this trap. Now, this conclusion seems to take something away from us and it does: It removes an egocentrical view of life. That means we are bound to one another, and because there is no absolute purpose to our exsistence, that means that we can make our purpose ourselves. Thus, everything we do, think and create is meaningfull (for us atleast, and maybe even others). So it would be the best to simply be, have sex, Increase human and animal well being, be empathetic, study science, try to progress humankinds wealth/technology and survival in the future, read intellectual literture, listen to great music, look at gorgeous art, eat the most delicious food, work hard to achieve your passions and goals, educate and enlighten your fellow humans, enjoy life and try to undertand not just everything around you, but yourself. This makes the shackles of an ignorant, warcausing and ridiculous superstition like religion, which has been invented 2000 years ago by iron age peasents who didnt even knew the earth rotates around the sun, objectively wrong and morally false. The scriptures clames are untrue and have peached hate, oppression, preducise and ignorance for thousands of years. Free yourself from this insane mass delusion and dont be a blind sheep.

[tanema123]

Me, eating the food my mom casually made.

My brother and dad choking on the spiciness.

Bro: How the heck can you eat it like that?

Me: Practice, compared to you two I was home the most. Now, suffer like I have peasents.

Horrors of Cooking: Hazbin Hotel

Charlie: Dinner's ready!

Angel: *sits at the table and waves his hand in front of his face* WHEW!!! Char, babe, what the fuck did you make?

Charlie: Pasta with alfredo sauce!

Alastor: *wearing a gas mask*

Angel: ......*pokes his plate hesitantly with a fork* .......There's enough garlic in this to flush out all the vampires in the city, Toots....

Charlie: Well..... I may or may not have had an issue with the garlic powder.... but look! It can't be that bad! Vaggie's eating it!

Vaggie: *polishing off her plate with a blank face* Can I have some more, babe?

Lucifer: Well, it can't be that bad. Let's give it a go, shall we?

Hazbins: *all take a bite*

Husk: *fur puffs up before falling out all at once*

Niffty: *eye starts watering profusely as she raises her fork in the air excitedly* YAY!!! PAIN!!!

Alastor: *refusing to take off the gas mask*

Lucifer: *coughing and wheezing as clumps of garlic powder catch in his throat and burn his mouth* Water!!! .....Water!!!

Angel: *feels his tongue burning and tingling with the overabundance of garlic as tears form in his eyes and he clutches his throat* FUCKING - A, CHAR!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! THIS IS A WAR CRIME AND AN AFFRONT TO ITALIANS EVERYWHERE!!!!

Vaggie: *leisurely eating her second helping*

Angel: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU JUST EATING THAT?!?!?!?!

Vaggie: Years of practice.

[joculatrixster]

OP your dark choco take is AWESOME I stand by you in saying he sucks ass and is incredibley pathetic and Dark Cacao has EVERY right to disown this freak

i wouldnt be that harsh but honestly i would disown him too. he tried to kill his own father there is no turning back from that for me, he payed back trauma w/ even worst trauma and should pay the price for that, not that cacao is innocent hes also an asshole but imo he's slightly better on the front he hasnt helped in attacking and slaughtering multiple kingdoms hes only starving his own ppl.

all in all the devs honestly went way to far this fucking story like, angst is nice and all but cacao and dark choc being taken this seriously makes them horrible ppl when this is a pastel cookie game like jesus fucking crist am i supposed to root for dark choco being redeemed cause i feel alot worst for the starving peasents who have to suffer in this war than the royal family's issuss, like gingerbrave's pov of these events and the fact ik when i watch land 14 i have to accept dark cacao or dark choco will get to stay in power despite all of this because a 12 year old befriended them just leaves a bad taste in my mouth, brave's gang is so out of place in this setting it genuinely pulled me out of the story am i ment to take this seriously or not what the fuck devs.

[lottienatyellowjackets]

adopted izumi au is something that i think about daily so here it is. (part one!) tw for mentions of infertility/miscarriage/stillborn. also tw for mentions of xeneophia and racism

also: infertility does not equal turning towards adoption. not everyone who suffers from infertility wants to adopt just as everyone who adopts does not suffer from infertility.

•after prince kazue was stillborn and fire lady mai nearly died in labor, the royal physician and katara begged mai to never try again. they told her even just one more miscarriage would be too much on her weakened body. and so after twelve years of trying for a child, mai and zuko slowly came to accept their fate. plans for a concubine to bear their child(as much as it upset them) were slowly being put in place. the idea of zuko sleeping with another woman, even just to have a child that would be raised as his wife’s, left them both feeling disturbed. but they were the fire lord and fire lady and a heir had to be produced to ensure their line.

•one day, they’re asked to visit the orphanage. as fire lord and fire lady theyre used to these requests, and since they pride themselves on their attempts to be approachable and invested in their nation, they go.

•children are everywhere and they’re very sweet and eager to impress the fire lord and fire lady. and an hour so in, zuko realizes mai is missing. he finds her sitting on the stairs with a small child. he assumes it’s a girl based on the dress and the petitieness. the dress is long sleeve and her face is hurried into her arms and her equally curly and knotted black hair covers her hands. he hears mai say in the gentlest tone he’s ever heard from her, “i didn’t have many friends growing up. is that why you’re sitting here alone?” the child shakes their head and mumbled something incomprehensible. he simply watches as mai chatters on and then finally, the child lifts their head up when mai mentions their cat, Katsumi.

•he wasn’t expecting to see a little girl with tanned skin a shade or so lighter than sokka and katara’s. her face carried the features he’s seen on members of the sister water tribes- a broad nose, full lips, and curly hair- but her narrow brown eyes screamed fire nation.

•zuko knows that even now, over twenty years after the war, mixed nation children in the fire nation are still deemed second class citizens. as much as they work to rid their nation of the xenophobic tendencies, there will always be those who hate anyone different. and the child of the water tribe and fire nation... mai redid the curriculum with katara on the water tribes in history books for school, but the insulting words savage and peasent is still thrown around by their citizens casually.

•mai asks her name. “izumi” the little girl whispers. he makes eye contact with mai. twelve years ago when mai first thought she was pregnant for the first time, they made a list of five or so boy and girl names. kazue was their top name for a son and a daughter? izumi.

•they spend the next hour and a half playing the children’s pai sho with her. she had never played before and zuko just knew nobody ever asked her. if he and mai knew anything, it was the loneliness of childhood.

•they find out she was dropped off at the orphanage as a newborn on a cool july evening four years ago. she’s a firebender but isn’t taught because she “doesn’t show interest”. zuko can’t help but wonder if the instructor doesn’t care for her. just like how the children don’t care for her or the kitchen staff considering her lunch is significantly smaller than the other children(or was, until mai stepped in.) like many children in the orphanage, no information on her birth parents was left. and when mai and zuko have to leave, he watches as mai bends down to izumi’s level and whispers her goodbyes.

•and as the palaquin returns them to their childless palace, both their minds think of izumi. and how wonderful she was and how quickly she caught onto pai sho. and he imagined her in the orphanage all alone with nobody to talk to her.

•that was the first time they saw izumi, but not the last.

[aaronkok281293]

Movement Control Order Malaysia

Well, here we go again, another round of eternal suffering for us Malaysians due to Movement Control Order. (but rule only for peasent like me) not the stupid elites.

[mady871]

see! this is the problem. the people that LW outs always lands on their feet somehow. 

Eloise did not suffer any consequence for her deeds. Theo woulld have! he was a peasent. the word of a little girls of the ton would mean nothing! but this is shonda rhymes and the rules of polite society don’t count for her or the whole of the Bridgereton. hell even her own mother! 

Penelope is derided, mocked for her lookes, her dresses, her mother, her sisters, her impossibly red hair, the list can go on and on, so whathever happens is going to be more of the same for her, this is what none of you understand!

and show Eloise would absolutely out her to the queen just in spite! so i say let the pieces fall where they may, i look forward to see show Penelope give no fucks!!! not about Eloise, not about Colin and most certainly not about Marina! ( why didn’t she tell Colin about the pregnancy then and agree to get married? no? but i doubt it, this is after all shonda rhymes we are talking about, few mere centimeters from the disaster show runner that was chrsi carter! google him!) 

you young people keep looking at the show with the eyes of today, you need to understand that this are the 1810s... 

but why bother engaging your brain, you turned off the replays. 

and note no tags!

sometimes, I look at all the peeps who justify Penelope's actions as Lady Whistledown with all these excuses and wonder

if Eloise went to the Queen to out Penelope as LW the way Penelope has outed so many other people, but excused it by saying "I did it *for* you, Penelope! I had no other choice, if she found out it was you on her own, you'd be in danger. I was just trying to help! Now you can work with her instead of hiding or being hunted." if it would be met with the same vehement 'shE diD nOthInG wrOnG' defense

or if fandom would finally realize that doing what Penelope had done in betraying people's trust and exposing her best friend's and family's and everyone else's secrets and personal business is bad, actually