#well hopefully the crew will get cool viking clothes

[kuravix]

THIS IS A GREAT FRANKY FIT !!!! 10/10 👌👌👌 DEVASTATED IT'S A BRIEF IN BETWEEN ISLANDS OUTFIT 😭

[pigstepping]

Hi!! For the fanfic ask game: "📊 Current number of WIPs" (and if you wanna talk about them, i'd be super curious to hear!)

Oh god, you know not what you ask 😅 okay lemme count real quick. Fair warning, nearly every single one is techno-centric oops

1. Witherblade AU - the official origins big bang fic, by popular vote! Phil is grieving Wilbur's death, and Technoblade is a necromancer who offers to help revive him. Cue big drama, a probably-unhealthy level of self-sacrifice, and end-game Phil/Kristin courtship <3

2. Bunnyblade AU - another origins fic, was originally gonna get used for the big bang but then I realized it would probably be shorter than I'd like. Techno is a rabbit hybrid exiled from his unsettlingly-insular community, and he stumbles across elytrian!Phil and is terrified because big scary bird of prey. Cue friendship arc, resolved misunderstandings, and recovering from brainwashing.

3. Witcher AU - witcher Techno is hired to take out a pack of draconids targeting livestock, but he figures out that it's actually a young Greater Dragon trying to care for his sick dad (it's tommy and phil lol). He takes on a secret mission to help them, ft. a (hopefully) cool fight scene

4. HTTYD AU - viking techno gets badly hurt while solo hunting, and when a dragon finds him Techno thinks he's gonna get eaten. But instead the dragon (phil) helps keep him alive long enough to heal. Cue magical found family.

5. Arrival AU - Techno and Phil are the lead science team trying to communicate with a first-contact alien species amid global uproar. Also includes some timeline fuckery which I will not spoil in case you haven't seen the movie (highly highly recommend!)

(Those first five can be found in greater detail here! I ran a poll about them recently)

6. Modern Single Dad AU - Techno is an early 20-something trying to do right by his younger brothers Wil and Tommy despite their aggressively neglectful parents. But he's still so young himself, and few 22-year-olds are equipped to feed, clothe, house, and attempt to raise two teenagers. Not that he's struggling, Techno never struggles (spoilers he does)

7. War Orphans AU - similar premise as above but in a feudal low-fantasy setting and with more plot. When Techno and Tommy's mom dies, Techno becomes head of the household and moves with his kid brother into the city to find work. He saves some teenager's life, and it turns out to be Wilbur, the crown prince. King Philza hires Techno as a personal guard for his son. A bit of found family h/c, but then the kingdom goes to war and Techno winds up being a brilliant tactician, playing a key role in battle leadership and becoming super close with Phil while crimeduo brotherhood develops in the background.

8. Space Orc AU: VERY loosely plotted, but something something Techno is a human ex-test subject stranded in space. He gets found by Phil and his crew, who man a scientific exploration ship a la star trek. Trauma healing, language barriers, cultural differences, and ideally a lot of Techno being inadvertently badass because Earth is widely considered a hell-world.

9. Acolyte AU: Piglin Techno is one of the last remaining priests for the old gods, specifically the blood god. He lives a quiet life tending his crumbling temple until one day a gang of soldiers drag in a war prisoner (phil) and demand that Techno perform a blood sacrifice. Cue fight scene possibly ft. divine intervention, then some trauma healing and trust building for EmDuo.

10. TFTSMP Techno + Tubbo ficlet: a narrative retelling of The Maze from the POV of the brothers that Techno and Tubbo played. What it says on the tin, plus unholy levels of angst because that's who I am as a person :')

11. Hippocratic Oath part 3: next installment of my ongoing Techno-Goes-To-Med-School AU, ft. EmDuo platonic life partnership. This part is gonna be centered around deciding which acceptance to take. (Might as well be a self-insert fic, i know, my partners already make fun of me for it, leave me alone :P)

12. Continuation of Champ: SBI+beeduo superhero AU, featuring Bench Trio as vigilantes whose anti-cop direct action pushes hero SBI over the edge into accepting that the hero commission is deeply, deeply corrupt. Hasn't been touched in like a century, but I have an exhaustive plot outline and worldbuilding document you gotta believe me-

13. Keres - ch1 is already published, but i havent touched it in like 6 months ;-; I desperately wanna get back to it though! Techno is a ghost hunter, Wilbur is seeing ghosts, and Phil emphatically does not believe in ghosts but is ready to try anything to help Wilbur feel less scared. Trying to lean hard into the horror aspect for this bad boy

14. Nuke AU - better known as "So Shit Has Hit the Fan," currently in active publication. In DSMP canon setting, a nuke goes off, and Techno hunkers down in his bunker with the rest of the syndicate. But Tubbo and Michael are unexpected guests, and Techno has to navigate all that social tension and lingering resentment while trapped in a tiny fallout shelter no one can escape from.

15. Neighbor AU - better known as "Like a Good Neighbor," also in active publication. Phil, Tommy and Wilbur are found family, and they slowly bring Phil's weird neighbor Techno into the fold. In doing so, they discover that Techno's past is still haunting him, and eventually they find themselves wrapped up in it too.

16. Not quite a WIP, but I have a month's worth of AU prompts that I'm planning to do a daily drabble event with! Most likely in August (get it, starts with AU), but we'll see if school allows me the time. I'm probably gonna post the prompts on here at some point so anyone else who wants to participate can do so!

*deep breath* aaand there ya have it! 16-ish WIPs in varying degrees of completion and publication (and likelihood of ever getting done, shh). Feel free to ask for more details on any of the above if you like, but I understand that this is already a fuck ton of information to take in, hah. Tysm for the opportunity to info dump <3

[warofqueenz]

HEAVY IS THE CROWN

Chapter One : ‘ The Dragon Of Kattegat ’

| VIKINGS |

| GAME OF THRONES |

[ Season 4B - Ep 2 ]

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KATTEGAT

| A YOUNG GIRL OF JUST FOURTEEN stands within the entrance to the great hall—her body leaned against the wall with her youthful face just barely peering out from the darkness of the inside. Viserya Targaryen, the old revered leader called her. The daughter that proved a Targaryen and a Stark could indeed come together. A child casted from her homeland with no land, no wealth, no army, no crown, with only a name to cling too and three dragon eggs. Kattegat became the home she needed to help her grow and one day to help her reclaim back her families throne.

Viserya had earned the title, the princess of Kattegat after Ragnar had taken her in as his own. And once her dragons were hatched by her on that fateful day, she earned another title, ‘the mother of dragons ’ much like her mother Daenerys. Someone she barely knew of, someone that her teacher, Father Beocca—a priest sent to guide Viserya on the way of god, had never taught her of. He only recited the good things Daenerys had did and that was all—never once opening up about anything else as he kept his lips sealed like it were some sacred door. Beocca would do the same about her father Jon. If as speaking of her family would bring bad fortune. But it often made Viserya wonder, if her mother and father were so great than why was she casted away and to a land where all she held was fear among the people.

Viserya fidgeted with the silver armring that contrasted well against her delicate pale skin— The armring being something Beocca didn’t want Ragnar to give her for her path was in that of God. Of course Ragnar claimed it was fake but Beocca knew better. She curled the ring back in forth around her wrist as she scouts the nearby businesses and bustling people for the familiar face of her stepfather Ragnar. With disdain plastered across her face, she rests her arms across her chest still patiently awaiting his return.

Her brothers were no where near and were off elsewhere doing their daily business, leaving her to fend for herself since Lagertha had left. She was the youngest out of all of her brothers, with Ivar being the second youngest and of course they held it against her. Since Ragnar saw Viserya as something scared, she was to never venture off on her own. The only time she were allowed to leave was when Beocca arrived for teaching and for that to happen, Ragnar would take her far from Kattegat away from the people. Afraid that if they found out that he was raising a Christian child, they may try to over throw him and kill Viserya.

Strands of her silver hair danced along with the cool breeze that brushed through Kattegat. Most of her hair flowed freely with there only being one little braid, signaling the victory of her dragon’s births. The clothes she wore look more fit for a boy than a young princess.

Her amber eyes slowly fixing on those that pass in front of her. Each one seeming to give side glanced to one another. As said before, even though she was crowned princess of Kattegat, no one had truly accepted her believing she was a demon and a curse set upon the people by Christians. It was truly the work of the Aslaug however, the queen and mother of Viserya's stepbrothers. And perhaps with the subtle help of Floki.

She turned the people’s hearts against Viserya as she hated the little dragon princess with all her heart for when Ragnar had bought Viserya home as just a babe, she pleaded endlessly with him to discarded the child—but he did not heed to her. And when her dragons were born, the people feared her more even when Ragnar pleaded with them that she was sent by their gods to help them. The young dragon princess that could not be burned they called her. The unburnt...

Viserya felt as if her patience was truly being tested, Ragnar should have been here by now to tell her of the upcoming trip he had planned for her and her brother Ivar. Something he had just mentioned out of nowhere and that only her and Ivar were going. She felt something was off about it, more importantly off about Ragnar.

Her dragons whined in the back shifting her from her thoughts. All three of them having perched themselves up on a makeshift tree made out of broken down chairs. A smile played across her lips as she listened to them chirp and coo back in forth at one another.

The one black as night with reddish golden eyes was named Ragno after her stepfather. He slightly stretched his wings out as he meekly yawned with a little squeak escaping. All three of them had to be no bigger than a dog, they were growing so fast just as she was. The golden cream one was named Daenerys after her valiant mother. The little dragon puffed out a little burst of smoke as she burped to which Viserya couldn’t help but giggle.

The last one that was bundled up on the lower tower of tree was named Aegon, after her real father. Aegon being the true name of Jon and she only learned that after she annoyed Father Beocca enough times. He was a greenish color with striping that came down to form what look like the shape of a dagger. Unlike his brother and sister, he seemed to be the laziest and would whether have Viserya cook his food for him instead of him using his fire.

Viserya sighed in defeat as she turned away from the entrance, no longer having the will to wait any longer and began walking towards her dragons. But nevertheless, even if she didn’t have the love of her people, she still had the love of her children, her dragons. The squeals of Ragno and Daenerys filled the air as they watched Viserya grab a bowl and fill it with freshly diced up meat.

Aegon woke up immediately upon hearing the joyous calls of his siblings and groggily joined— watching her every move as she sat down beside them. They happily flipped their wings away, eagerily watching as Viserya took the pieces out one by one. With a flash like lightening, She threw the small piece of diced meat into the air and smiled as she watched Ragno leaped up and smother the slice with fire before engulfing it whole. The other two patiently awaited for their turn and it came, with both swooping up to catch their already dead prey. Ragno perched himself beside Viserya whilst the other two begged at her feet.

Too engrossed by the nagging, hungry mouths of her dragons, Viserya did not hear the incoming of feetsteps the person hastily making their way towards her. Only when the curtains to where she slept where moved, she jolted back in response. Her dragons stopped and lowered their heads before hissing loudly at the intruder. But it wasn’t an intruder, it were Ragnar instead.

“ Viserya, how many times have I told you, no dragons on the bed.” Ragnar merely grumbled as he walked pass her. Viserya only groaned in exaggeration as she helped perch Ragno back up on the stand. She turned and watched as Ragnar paced around gathering supplies.

“ Gather your things we are leaving. Now!” He suddenly raised his voice, as if there were no time left in the world. Viserya slightly jumped away from him. He noticed this behavior and quickly crumbled under what he had did. Ragnar gazed upon Viserya, still the same shy little amber eyed and silver haired girl that Beocca had bought to him that fateful day. The day after Athelstan had passed away, leaving Ragnar empty.

Just a little babe wrapped in a blanket, innocent to the world. He remembered the way he held her, the way her eyes gazed upon him wonder, a sight that reminded him of Gyda.

He placed his hand against her cheek, “ It is alright my little dragon, I did not mean to raise my voice at you.” Ragnar said trying to comfort her to which Viserya nodded and hugged him.

“ What about Ragno and Daenerys and Aegon, can’t I bring them with me?” Viserya whispered in his ear. Ragnar shyly broke away from the hug and glanced to the floor, motioning his head back in forth.

“ They will only use up all our resources, little dragon... I” Viserya cut him off immediately,

“ But they are my children, I can not leave them.” She desperately pleaded with him, placing her arms across her chest in a pouting motion. Ragnar sighed heavily before glancing over to the dragons as they awaited atop the stand.

“ Fine, you can bring them. But you must care for them yourself.” He calmily said before getting to his feet and fetching the little wooden cage. “ Here is where they’ll be placed most of the time, and when it’s feeding time they can come out.” He firmly spoke as he handed her the cage.

Viserya wasn’t entirely happy about having to shove her dragons into a tiny wooden crate, they were far too big for that option but nevertheless if she wanted to go, there were sacrifices to be made.

Then again it wasn’t like she was fairing any better, she was facing the same fate. She placed the wooden crate down upon the fur bed and began enticing them with the promise of meat and when they realized they had been fooled, their sorrowful cries filled the hall. Even against their cries, she slowly latched the door.

“ Maybe the journey won’t be too long,” she whispered even against her mind telling her different. “ Hopefully, England won’t be so bad and maybe Ragnar will let us explore.” She exclaimed before grabbing the cage and following Ragnar out.

Ivar was already patiently wanting with his mother nearby when Ragnar made her stop by one of the shops and wait as he went to the crew of the ship.

Her dragons fumbled around in the crate, each banging into one another. Their little cries intrimingled with the voices of the people nearby. This was the furthest her dragon’s had ever been.

She anxiously watched as Ragnar and the crew started preparing the ship for the long journey ahead. One she did not realize would bring pain. Along her wondering and watching, she did not notice Aslaug in the corner glaring at her. And even from afar the hatred could be seen upon the queen’s face.

Aslaug couldn’t stop but glare at Viserya as she stood there waiting beside the shop. She hastily grabbed Ivar by the shoulders, “ Don’t you ever trust her. She will be the downfall of us all, i have foreseen it. She is not one of us and she never will be.” Ivar blankly stared her, confused at his mother’s reasoning.

She leaned down and looked her son dead in the eyes knowing he wasn’t quite there to listening about her ramblings, “ She will be the downfall of us all, in my dream I saw fire, fire was everywhere. It engulfed the very nation and people screamed in agony as they were covered in fire by her dragons. Our people, not the Saxons..” Aslaug hastily replied, keeping a firm grip upon Ivar.

She hunkered closer to her, “ Your father will not listen to me about her, do not be him and make the right choose when you have the chance... Because it will not be our side that she’s on but the Saxons.”

Ivar looked at his mother wide eyed before slowly glancing to Viserya. He only furrowed his brows at young girl, the girl whom he called a sister before looking back to his mother, annoyed with her persistence. Because sometimes visions are not always correct....

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- Sorry this was sooo short but I had to get this filler chapter out before anything else!

- Excuse my crappy writing here lmao hope you enjoy!!