#viking grace

[arendellepeach]

....hello 👁️👁️

[incorrectvikings]

Hvitserk: You love not being nice to people.

Ivar: I don’t love it. I’m just really good at it.

[vikings-til-valhalla]

So I forgot something that happened today which was quite funny.

Basically, across the street from my job, which is only like 40 feet away at most, there was an evangelist dude who hooked up speakers and a megaphone, and was shouting your typical bullshit.

Well! I was stuck in traffic. Right next to him. Directly up against him. For 5 minutes. And what did I do? I blasted Diggy Diggy Hole by Wind Rose SUPER LOUD to the point he shut up until I moved, and only then did he resume spewing bs.

[vodrae]

It's been days i'm thinking about a rivaley between Amazonians and Valkyries, like same work but different office. They meet once a year to do an all-buff females olympics summer and winter edition.

It's been 5000 - 0 for the Amazonians (from Themyscira and Bana Mighdall cumulated) in the summer games and 5000 - 0 for the Valkyries in the winter.

"OH COME ON.

- FUCK OFF WE'RE ABOVE GERMANY'S SOUTHEST POINT !

- BY ONE METER !

- STILL ! IT'S OUR TERRITORY !

- DUDE ! WE'RE IN FRANCE, GREEK AND LATIN CULTURE !

- MY DEAD WARRIOR ! MY MONSTERS !

- FREEZE ON YOUR FUCKING TREE !

- DROWN IN YOUR WARM SEA ! "

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Sapphic Characters Tournament Bracket 4 Round 1 Masterpost

Clare Devlin vs Ola Nyman

Elida Al-Feyr vs Two

Bea Smith vs Alex Vause

Kelly Olsen vs Grace Choi

Anne Lister vs Yara Greyjoy

Karen Walker vs Ellen Morgan

Lena Burnham vs Shane McCutcheon

Betty McRae vs Ellen Waverly

Toni Shalifoe vs Van Palmer

Callie Torres vs Thirteen

Lagertha vs Lucretia

Bess Till vs Martha Walker

Lyria vs Jade Claymore

Veronica Fisher vs Nancy Botwin

Valencia Perez vs Petra Solano

River Song vs Denise Christopher

[fullmoonfireball]

okay i don’t know how unpopular or “hot” this take is but:

the original version The Twelfth Fish is by FAR the worst Club Penguin stage play. the only other play that comes close to being as bad as it is The Vikings That Time Forgot, which spits on the story and actually-fun-comedy of both Haunting of the Viking Opera AND The Penguins That Time Forgot at the same time.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

JENSEN

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[thelattertimesofbeingcrazyfc]

The Game Changer -4

[gogonzojournal]

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[turiyatitta]

The Cosmic Dance of Giving and Receiving

Unveiling Our Universal Identity In our conversation on the Guru Viking podcast, hosted by Steve James, the essence of giving and receiving was explored in a way that transcends the mundane understanding of these acts. Our discussion, titled “Bodhi in the Brain,” delved into the philosophical underpinnings of our existence and our intrinsic connection to the universe. The narrative unfolded a…

[arendellepeach]

was going through some gig pics and came across so mamy i don't think i ever posted

[elysianightsss]

La da de da viking Price for the win🛡️🌺

Your heavy snow boots trudged through the thick mounds of pure white snow, the freezing breeze was pinching and nipping at your cheeks. The cold had began to hurt your nose as you breathed, the back of your throat dry. Trying your hardest to keep warm, you shove your chin and mouth further into the top of your coat and breathe out hot air.

You only wanted to hunt for food and go back home, but seeing as you couldn’t find any animals near your little cabin, you had to venture elsewhere for the hunt. Something you annoyingly regretted the further away from home you got.

An exaggerated sigh left you for the twentieth time today as you knelt down on the ground feeling the snow start to soak into the material of your trousers. Pulling your bow off of your body and an arrow from the quiver that was strapped to your back. You drew back the string of your bow, holding the arrow steadily in place.

Closing your eyes, you waited. Listening oh so carefully, for anything. The sound of any animal to make itself known to you. A while passed, all you could hear was the soft wind and a nearby steam trickling quietly.

Until the snort of a deer had your eyes shooting open and your weapon aiming at the creature. Exhaling slowly, you let go, the arrow whipping through the air heading straight for the unknowing animal but ultimately hitting a different target. A huge gasp left you as you watched the arrow go straight into the chest of a man, the deer snorted before running off.

You grunted annoyed and dropped everything to run to the injured man. Your eyes set upon his figure. Large and strong, you recon if you’d hit anywhere else on him that’d he probably wouldn’t have collapsed. Probably would have grabbed the end of the arrow with his big sturdy hands and pulled it straight out like nothing happened. Probably.

The realisation started to set in the more you stared at him, you just shot a man. “Oh my, I’m…I’m so sorry!” You panicked falling to your knees next to him where he was on the ground. His blue eyes meeting yours, looking at you as though you were an alien. His nostrils flared as he quietly grunted, feeling the pain begin to spread throughout his chest and body.

“I was hunting and….and you…y-you stepped in front of the deer. I’m so sorry.” Your hands hovers over his injured while your mind began to become frantic with how to proceed. You eyed the expensive leather that graced his bulky figure. Wrapping around every muscle eagerly. The fur cloak that was spread around him, clearly from a hunt.

It did little to hide the tattoos on his arms. Further up chainmail covered his shoulders proving how sharp you’d made your arrows for it to pierce the chainmail that presumably sat below his tunic and leather. You took note of his face better now, thin lips almost covered by a bushy moustache all connected with thick mutton chops and a full, long beard that caught your attention a little too much.

“Are ya’ done ogling me lass?” He gritted his teeth, wrapping his hand around the arrow and yanking it out. He groaned loudly, deep and rough just like his voice when he spoke. It sent shivers through your body in an unholy way. Nothing like you’d ever felt before.

“Are you a royal from the mainland?” You asked, worry underlining your question.

He bellowed at that, “Ne’er erd’ that one before.” His laugh trailed off as he pressed his fingers into his wound and pulled them away watching the blood drip down his hand.

“My bag.” He was gesturing to the bag that lay a few meters over from where he was. You scrambled to grab it, desperately trying to pull it open. The leather satchel was medium size with about a hundred strings tying it shut.

“W-What do you need?” You were stumbling over your words as you took noticed of the blood that was seeping out of his wound and staining the snow beneath him.

The man grabbed your shaky hands in his and whispered “Breathe.” You listened hesitantly, taking a deep breath.

“Y’know I think I’m supposed to be reassuring you.” A breathless laugh leaving you sounding more like a scoff, he let out a chuckle his face scrunching up in pain.

“In the bag, the bottle with the red liquid.” Nodding quickly, you searched through the bag and pulled out the bottle, pulling the cork out with your teeth and looking at him for instructions. He took the glass container and poured it over his wound and drank the rest of it.

You watched as his heavy panting of pain began to level out. He soon sat up and looked at you curiously, “I’ve ne’er seen ye round these parts before.” He states though you’re pretty sure it was a question, you simply shrug and stand up. He followed suit, a shock jolting through you when he stands only to tower over you greatly.

“I, um really am sorry. It truly was an accident.” You wring your hands together before offering one of them to him. He looks surprised and you don’t blame him, you’re sure a woman has never made this gesture to him before.

“Svo fallegt,” he seemed to look over you for a moment then let his large hand wrap itself around yours with a shake, “S’okay.”You nodded letting go of his grip and making your way to pick up your bow and quiver.

“What’s ya name?” He asked suddenly feeling a wave of panic as he watched you walking away from him. You answered, waiting for his in return. “Price. John Price.”

Now where had you heard that name before?

[katsukikitten]

Dragon King/Viking Bakugou waking up from a deep sleep when he hears foot prints in the snow outside of your shared home.

No one in the village has a need to walk this close to your home, especially not this late at night, yet still Katsuki can hear the faint crunch underfoot. His ears strain, fingers grazing over the handle of his battle worn axe as he listens. Anger coursing through his veins, he doesn't recognize the gaite, gently waking you and silently telling you to keep quiet. As much as you hated the blonde you were forced to share furs with there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Not just lust but an understanding that goes without being said.

Your hand slips to your knife hidden between the mattress and the bed causing a scoffing smirk to grace his features. A silent mocking of surprised ya haven't slit my throat yet and he can imagine your reply right away when you shrug your shoulders. Maybe this intruder is a ploy and I'll pounce on the opportunity now.

Despite all that, when Bakugou rises from the bed giving you his back, he knows that if or when you take his life, you'd want it to be obvious.

[gaysindistress]

Okay but imagine Viking simon and John????

Cod masterlist

Viking!Price is a quiet but vicious man. He’s the king that’s led his people to greatness after his predecessor allowed the Saxons to infest their home. He’s the king that slaughtered every last Saxon in Danmǫrk and cleansed the land with their blood. He’s the king that showed no mercy when the Saxon King begged for it. Viking!Price only lets a small smirk grace his face as he let his axe bury itself into the Saxon’s chest.

Covered with blood, Viking!Price spun around to his people and let out a victory cry when the Saxon’s body hit the ground. His people cried back and a celebration feast began shortly after. With mead, food, and pleasure flowed through his longhouse, he sat at his table and watched his people enjoy themselves. The Saxon’s body was left just outside of their walls so that everyone could see what would happen if he caught them. He chose to forgo the usual burial or even burning in favor of making an example out of the Saxon and thus letting the ravens feast on him.

That night an ally offered his daughter to Viking!Price as an offering to the almost god like Viking king. Viking!Price barely glanced at the eerily silent and still girl but grunted his approval and dismissed them with a flick of his hand.

Her father thanked him profusely for accepting his offering while she kept her cold eyes on the king.

However this man was not the great and mighty king his people believed him to be.

When the feast became a feast of flesh and pleasure, she snuck out of her room and found the Saxon’s body. Behind the several fighting ravens sat one that had remained perched on a log, watching the battling before it. Its small beady eyes found hers and cocked its head to watch her as she approached. She produced a pouch and threw it towards the raven, hoping that it would understand her request.

The raven glanced to the pouch and then to her, refusing her offer of coin. It scans her body and stops as it narrows in on her chest where her heart should rest.

“The king’s. You may have his.” She counters and the raven nods its approval.

A cry rings out from the longhouse causing the other ravens to fly away in fear.

The lone raven stares at the seemingly desperate girl. For a moment her cold eyes glow with hope but it fades as soon as it appeared.

Months pass as she waits for the right moment to enact her plan. The raven has yet to be seen again however she knows it’s not far away. Small shiny trinkets and pretty rocks have begun to collect outside her window. One night a bone shard craved into a dagger appears outside her window. The following dusk, she keeps it tucked between her breasts as the Viking!Price seeks her out.

His mind becomes occupied with chasing his own pleasure as she artfully moves atop of him. With his eyes shut and thoughts occupied with their joined bodies, she pulls the bone dagger out and readies it. A quiet call at the window draws her attention to her raven, watching and waiting for her.

She thrusts bone dagger into his chest and climbs off of him to allow the raven its space.

The valravn, her raven, tears into the chest of his won wager with his sharp beak and consumes the blood the king’s heart.

As the king’s body cools, the sound of bones snapping fills the room. She watches as her raven morphs into a giant of a man covered in blood and feathers.

That fleeting warmth returns to her eyes as she looks upon the valravn and slowly approaches him.

“What shall I call you?” She whispers to him while her hands come to rest of his cheeks.

“Simon.”

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 13th Tilt

Balian de Ibelin, Kingdom of Heaven (2005) VS. Legolas Greenleaf, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Propaganda

Balian de Ibelin, Kingdom of Heaven (2005) Portrayed by: Orlando Bloom Defeated Opponents: - Athelstan [George Blagden], Vikings (2013-2020)

The definition of a man of his word. I’d take a promise from him over a blood contract from most people. He’s so known for his good character and word, that he negotiates with his enemy (as the loser) with enough grace and respect to walk out of the city he’s defending with dignity. His enemies speak well of him, his people love him, the worst his enemies, few as they are, can do deride his sense of honor. His king offered him a throne basically, as long as he would do this one underhand thing. He refused. And more than that, he’s earned it himself. He wasn’t raised rich, or strong, or even well. He was a bastard child of a mild noble he didn’t meet u til he was well into adulthood. He worked as blacksmith before swearing to be a knight, and went back to being a blacksmith when he was done.

Legolas Greenleaf, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Portrayed by: Orlando Bloom Defeated Opponents: - Shah Ala Ad Daula [Olivier Martinez], The Physician (2013)

“Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect cheekbones - he's just the perfect elf! And he's so good at pointing out obvious stuff and killing big oliphants. It takes skill to be a himbo in a world where all elves are inherently wise!”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Balian de Ibelin:

For Legolas:

“Elves are already the prettiest, but I love that the movies decided that the Mirkwood elves are the prettiest of the prettiest. And on top of that Legolas is a little weirdo, which just makes it even better.”

(+ Bonus Aragorn and Gimli)

[el121a]

Being Elijah's Wife would include

Your flirtatious and magnetic confidence lingered in the memories of those you met, making you a topic of conversation long after the event had ended.

1 word to describe you would be genuine.

Elijah would never tell you, but even though it was too dangerous for a human to accompany him, he believed you made him look better and enjoyed having you around.

You are Elijah's pride.

Being Marcel's friend, you navigated the supernatural world with grace and charm.

Even when you're mad at Elijah, you can't help but believe in him. "Elijah has re-constructed diplomacy to bitchy insults and it still works, so… Yeah, I think he’s got this."

You may have not been a vampire, but you knew how to take care of one.

You were warm and approachable but commanding, a perfect balance that captivated those around you.

You and Elijah would work out together, finding entertainment in witnessing what a vampire could do.

Being the closest to Kol and Davina, you bridged the gap between the Mikaelsons and their extended family.

Being a mother figure to Kol, and of course Davina now that they're married.

You're just as much of a fashionista as he is, You wore only the finest. Picky is an understatement . No zippers,glitter, or anything that looked cheap to you.

Elijah was possessive of you since you were his greatest treasure.

Having children with Elijah after a thousand years of not being able to reproduce was a blessing and a testament to your unique bond.

You didn't care to insult anyone like your husband did, but your sharp wit was a force to be reckoned with.

Elijah is a sex god in your eyes- or anyone's of reason, and you're not shy about expressing it to his praise kink.

Elijah is busy, but you take on some of his responsibilities willingly, understanding the weight of his duties.

At first, he was afraid to ask for sex, but that notion quickly faded as he realized your desires matched his.

Elijah always buys you flowers on your monthly dates, a tradition that never fails to make you feel cherished.

He married the most gorgeous person in the world — you! And he tells you it's his biggest feat, a sentiment that never fails to bring a smile to your face.

You and Elijah share great laughs, finding joy in the simplicity of each other's company.

You teased him for losing his Viking demeanor to a suit during sex, and he's gotten less snobby trying to prove himself to you. Everyone has noticed, but no one will ever know why.

You both walk around the quarter at night, immersing yourselves in the timeless charm of New Orleans.

He's comfortable being a vampire around you.

You both read and write together, creating a world where words are your shared language.

After your showers, he braids your hair into Viking braids for the night or the rest of the day, a small intimate ritual.

And you braid his, a gesture that signifies the intertwining of your lives.

You guys cook together. Taking your time and talking about your day or upcoming day with him. The most relaxing part of your day as his Wife.

You knew him since you were a teen, so you feel like you know him in and out.

He's mostly submissive, except in bed. He tries to be, but he just can't keep his hands off you.

You didn't drink vervain because you felt that to be an insult to your husband, trusting him completely. You were an amazingly powerful sorcerer though.

Elijah fell inlove with you becasue of your love of Ideas, always having critiques, theories and your philosophical rants encouraging him to talk. How you listened to him like no other.

You created another type of magic for vampires in your studies of the supernatural because the human sacrifices weren't cutting it for you — pun intended.

When you first came back into his life, he was scared to love you because you were all he owned. Nothing Klaus had. By loving you, you taught him how to love himself. Congrats to you.

He has a secret breeding kink, One that you take advantage of. Along with his sir, Mr, and teaching kink. Nothing too wild, He's more of a romantic.

He grew a stubble for you when you told him you thought it made him look more like a DILF, embracing his role of a father.

Elijah doesn't want you on the tip of your toes to kiss him, so he lifts you effortlessly, creating a height equality you both relish.

He's your best friend, and he can say the same about you — a companionship that transcends time and immortality.