#viking fighting

[aelianur]

Some snaps from Brokkarlag's Blod og Vin in Barcelona last month. Western style fighting is a bit too soft for me but appreciate all the new friends made and the lovely reception from the Catalunyans.

[roseofhybrids]

Completely hypothetically

[boxerdandy]

[dayundying]

As the votes decree! Another date :) I got the inspo/idea from a post I saw abt them iceskating, I did not save it! Whoever made the post thankies

[sk-yay-sk]

Honestly, my only real complaint about HTTYD 1 is that Astrid, who is very strong physically and a combatant and the model Viking(-in training), has the same body type as Hiccup, whose physical weakness and small size are part of the reason why he's outcast and, well, a hiccup; not a proper, model Viking.

[the-hanged-mans-ghost]

Consider this as your annual reminder to 10000% join your local SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) if you're into the middle ages (Anywhere in the world, you don't *just* have to do vikings/norse/europe, it's just pretty common to lmao), crafting, sword fighting(or any other type of fighting, they've got lots!), sewing, cooking, art, dressing up in cool period accurate(or even just semi accurate, I've heard a lot of places aren't *SUPER* picky as long as you make an effort to dress appropriate for the period)!!!

My sister and I joined our local chapter about 6 months ago and it's amazing so far! We jsut went to our first actual event (a 6 hour drive away bc we live in the middle of nowhere) outside of monthly meetings and it was so friggin fun!

We learned how to make (Finnish/Lithuanian/Latvian/Estonian) spiral ornaments for clothing or decoration(the square looking thing below), learned how to make a silver ring from some fine silver wire, learned how to make a 12 strand braid with wrapped ends, and made a few friends while we were there! I've also learned how to use a lucet fork (honestly kinda like a loomband bracelet but with string lmao), a tablet weaving loom, and I'll be learning how to weave wire to make necklaces, how to brew mead, and a few traditional recipes from the other members, too!

So if any of that sounds fun or interesting, consider joining! Our group meets once a month on the third Thursday, but your local group might be different, I linked the website for the sca down below this, so definitely contact them and jump down this rabbit hole, I promise it's worth it!

This metal square thing is a spiral ornament! It's sewn onto clothes, aprons, bags, anything you'd like!

This is my first by-myself tablet weaving! It's a pattern found in the oseberg viking mounds(not sure if 'hat's 'mounds' is the right word but I've seen it used so oop-), creative liberties taken with the yellow border and the colors obv.

https://www.sca.org/about/kingdoms/

SCA's main website(which can be a little confusing to navigate at first), and the link to find your kingdom(so you can find your group easier, but def check out the other parts of the website too, it's got great info!)! You should be able to find your kingdom and local group by clicking the area that your state/area fall under! I know it says there's a fee, but I don't think it's mandatory right away (it wasn't for our group), and if you have troubles paying it, talk to the group and explain your situation, thy might have funds to pay for you instead! (our group has mentioned several times that they have the funds to pay for our memberships of we decide this is something we'd like to do long term!)

[gilgalahad]

[madkat-stuff]

The Favor

(A short Skyblock Kingdoms fic)

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Carrying Viking back to the station was more easier for Avid than he thought. Other than the surprise he got by the guy’s cat ears (he’s had those under his bucket hat the whole time?), and the bit of blood from the unconscious man’s head from where he hit him, the operation was smooth sailing from there.

“Hi Trog! Hi Ruby!” Avid said as he descended by the bodies in their respectable tubes. “Now here we are!” The monkey announced in glee to the man he was carrying with him. “This is where you’ll be staying!”

After Avid put down an unconscious Viking, he went over to the empty tube to set it up. “Before I put you in here, I just got to make sure that everything is good…”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Avid stopped. He was sure that Viking would stay asleep, but it seemed that the guy woke up too soon. For some reason this startled the monkey, not only because he just got caught in the act, but something seemed off, mostly with Viking’s voice, yet he couldn’t seemed to put his finger on it.

“And why’s that?” Avid asked, trying not to show that he was a little scared.

“Because,” said Viking as Avid turned around.

“I still have that IOU.”

[artbykiera]

heres what im working with at the moment, im thinking of calling her Yulla?? trying to get some characters ready for artfight helppp 😭

[beebooca]

my art fight profile! my second year participating, first year using the card :3

[dewardin]

[mamawasatesttube]

ok i posted a lil snippet of this fic last night but then decided i didn't like it out of context and deleted the post, but i do think i like this snippet well enough!!! current wip: kon versus the existential loneliness of being alive again.

warnings for internalized homophobia and suicidal ideation!

And then, just as a T-rex goes to fight the Nazi robot in the movie, Tim taps his long fingers against Kon’s knee. A jolt of lightning zaps through Kon’s body, but he ignores it.

“Hey,” Tim murmurs. “How’ve you been doing, big guy?”

“What?” Kon blinks. “I’m good. Why?”

Tim tips his head back and pins him with a piercing look. It’s not as piercing as Lois’s staring-daggers-through-your-soul looks can get, but it’s still up there.

“You’ve been avoiding everyone,” Tim says. “Cassie I get, ‘cuz, like, breakups are never fun. But Bart? Kory and Gar? Cass? And… me?”

“I saw Bart just the other day!” Kon objects. “We played video games and hung out for a while.”

“He said that only happened ‘cuz he invited himself over to see you.” Tim pauses. “Not that I mean we’ve been, like, talking about you behind your back or anything, uh—that’s not what I meant. I just asked because I haven’t seen you around much lately, and I didn’t know if that was a me thing, or…”

Oh. Kon could smack himself.

“No no no—it’s not you, I swear!” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut, and turns his head to hide his face in Tim’s hair. He smells of generic basic bitch men’s shampoo. “I’ve just, uh… I’ve been staying in Smallville mostly. Just… you know.”

Tim hums softly, his hand still resting on Kon’s knee. “Something on your mind?”

I keep wondering if I should have stayed dead. Also, something has been wrong with me since I came back, because I should be devastated about breaking up with Cassie, but all I feel is relief. Something is wrong with me, and I think I didn’t come back right, and I don’t know if I should’ve come back at all.

He can’t say any of that. Not to Tim, who was so shattered by his grief that he tried to clone him. Just to have a little piece of him back. Even if he knew it wouldn’t truly be Kon.

How could he possibly say any of this to Tim?

“Nothing, really,” he says. The lie tastes like ashes on his tongue. “Just… adjusting, I guess. Lost a year. That’s weird. Pa’s dead. That’s… I don’t even know what to say.”

For a moment, Tim is quiet. Then he shifts against Kon’s side, dislodging him. He turns to look Kon dead in the eyes; one hand reaches up and tips Kon’s chin up, resting against his cheek to prevent him from turning away. Kon resists the urge to squirm under his gaze.

“Dude,” Tim says. “You and I both know if it was just adjustment and grief, you wouldn’t be avoiding us.” Another pause. He scrunches up his face a little. “I mean—adjustment and grief both are real and suck and they’re totally valid reasons to be out of it, but that’s—you’re not…”

He trails off. Kon swallows hard and bites the inside of his lip. He can’t tell Tim what’s really eating at him, but his ability to read Tim is a two-way street. Tim knows how to read him, too.

Tim takes a breath. “You used to tell me just about everything.”

Fuck.

“Tim, I’m not…” Kon scrubs a hand over his face. His heart pounds hard in his chest. He can’t put this on Tim’s shoulders. He can’t. It would be so, so cruel to put that kind of fear in Tim’s head, the idea that Kon might want to die again—he doesn’t, he doesn’t want to die again. He just—he just thinks maybe he should’ve stayed dead.

But he can’t say that to Tim. He can’t be that cruel. Not to Tim, who’s already been through so much grief.

“There is something else bothering me,” he admits, unable to meet Tim’s gaze. “But I can’t tell you. And that’s—it’s not your fault I can’t tell you, it’s me, I just—I can’t, okay?”

Tim is quiet for a moment. Something explodes on the TV screen; the white light washes over his face as Kon peers at him through his fingers, heart racing with anxiety. He doesn’t want Tim to think he’s the problem—he just can’t… he can’t say it.

“Are you sure?” Tim asks, after a beat. “I know I’m… different. Not really the same guy I was when you died. If that’s… if you need space to process that, and that’s why—”

“It’s not!”

That’s—that’s too much. Tim can’t think that, Kon can’t let him think that, that would never in a million years be the reason Kon can’t tell him something and he needs to know!

Kon shoves the bowl of popcorn out of the way; his TTK is the only reason it doesn’t go flying across the room, and instead settles neatly onto the coffee table. He throws his arms around Tim’s waist and hauls him into a hug, mindful of the gauze on his upper back as he clutches at him. He can hear the beating of Tim’s heart, can feel it against his own chest; Tim’s bare skin and his own are separated only by the thin layer of Kon’s shirt, and he can feel the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric.

For an agonizing second, Tim is still, frozen in his arms. Then, like a spell has broken, he melts, slotting himself into Kon’s chest like he was made to fit there; his cheek comes to rest against Kon’s shoulder, nose brushing his neck, and his arms slip around Kon’s waist in turn.

“I swear, Rob, it’s not that,” Kon manages. “I swear it’s not. It’s—it’s something in my head. It’s not you at all. You’re—you’re perfect, okay?” He can’t fuck this up. He can’t fuck this up and make Tim think he’s the problem. He just—

He just can’t tell him.

“Kon…” Tim takes a slow breath, blows it out as a deep, heavy sigh against his shoulder. Kon holds him a little tighter, helpless. After a moment, Tim nods slowly against him. “Okay. I believe you.”

The relief is so poignant that Kon’s stomach churns. Thank god. His shoulders slump with the weight of it; gratitude settles like snowfall on top.

Then Tim draws back, looks at him with those same piercing eyes. Like Kon is a puzzle that he needs to turn over and over in his hands until he figures out what makes him tick. “But you still can’t tell me?”

Kon looks away. He misses Tim’s warmth in his arms already. He doesn’t want to think about what that might mean. “…No.”

[fellfirst-fellharder-fight]

Round 2: Fight 7

Troy Barnes/Abed Nadir (Community) vs Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts 2)

Propaganda under the cut!

Troy Barnes/Abed Nadir (Community):

Abed was interested right away but not too committed to the idea. Then ofc Troy fell hard and, well, the rest you already know <3

At first Troy reacts to Abed kinda like he doesn't want to be weird and a nerd like him and tells him things like "my friends do things for me, not the other way around" while Abed is trying so hard to connect with him and does stuff like pretend to be an alien because Troy said friends mess with each other (makes more sense in context), but by season three Troy thinks Abed is like magical and amazing and even canonically gets upset that he can't have his babies

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts 2):

So in-game they're already married and love eachother very much, but I would say it's pretty obvious that Bob fell in love first from his memory vault and wedding vows you hear in-game. Though we don't get to hear Helmut's vows (sad), I wholeheartedly believe that he fell for Bob later and totally fell harder. Also they know eachother so well that when an imaginary Helmut says he doesn't love Bob, Bob instantly knows that's something he wouldn't say. Before I get too rambling here, to sum up my thoughts: I think they are just the sweetest part of the game and more people should know about them.

To be honest, I did kinda submit viking vines because I wanted redemption from them losing the gay elders tournament. And that I the love the ship of course.

[blogtib]

[laedrin]

for RichiHart on art fight

[sk-yay-sk]

I don't like any of the maps I've seen for HTTYD so i'm playing a puzzle game w all the locations. This is the 3rd version so far