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Do you have a master list of your writing :)
sorry i don't, i'm pretty sure i need one but im not very organized, sorry about that, i'm working on it tho, i mean, i have to right?
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We were all pissed with Ragnar after that episode but it’s scenes like this that make me believe that theory about Athelstan being the only one he can trust to pass his message onto the Gods is very much correct. If Ragnar didn’t give a shit that he had chosen Athelstan to be sacrificed he wouldn't keep giving him these long meaningful looks. It almost looks like he wants to go up to him and say “I’m sorry for doing this to you”, but he won’t, because he’s Ragnar Lothbrok, who only cares about getting many sons and favour with the Gods to continue with his climb up the corporate ladder as it were as he is never satisfied with his accomplishments. And the only way to get favour with the Gods is to sacrifice the one person he truly trusts. He wants to sacrifice him to get favour, but at the same time he doesn't want to lose him.
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The way Ivar had them all fooled like, they KNEW him since he was a baby and they still expected him to forgive and forget, expected him to be REASONABLE. Like for real, that’s totally on them dhsjshzbshab
I do not want to meet you face-to-face in battle. I do not want to have to kill you. Stay. You’re my little brother. Stay.
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*Screaming, crying, throwing up*
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*Bombastic side eye*
I wish Vikings was a book.
I'd totally like to read the descriptions of Ragnars constant eye fucking of Athelstan.
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It's Hvitserk Ragnarsson missing hours. I miss his small little jumps and looks of glee whenever he sees food or murder victims.
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Oh man HIS EYES are everything
first appearance 1x01 ||| 4x15 last appearance
He is not just one man. He is the h i s t o r y of his race.
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Sigurd killing himself xjjsjsjshsshdjhdsjsgjs
How would Vikings react to Ivar being remembered?
summary: it's in the title :)
notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death
tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey, @ivarlover @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy @esme-viridian (hmu to be added/removed!)
masterlist | based on this request
Ragnar
Pretends he always knew (eugh he’s such a bitch ong)
Nooo I would never set my son out in the wild… meeee? No wayyy…
He takes credit for it for his ‘great parenting’ and ‘legend genetics’
If Ivar had any legend genetics, they came from aslaug
Aslaug
Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears
Aslaug actually always knew
She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?
“I knew since I was five years old.” (truth)
Lagertha
Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?
Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)
Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy
She’s in the fame biz
Bjorn
Bro throws a toddler tantrum
He will literally stomp the ground
“That’s not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!” (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)
So so bitter about it (he deserves that)
Ubbe
Ubbe’s smoking weed in America with Floki
He does not care
“That’s just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? I’d admire the person who found a continent. Idk, that’s just me though.”
Gets over it the fastest
Literally just thinks that it’s so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues
Hvitserk
Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesn’t have to get over anything
Just kinda shrugs, he’s too busy worrying about his own legacy
What’s he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?
Yeah, bro’s kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive
Sigurd
Don’t tell him
For your own safety
Will kill you and then himself
Ivar
Don’t tell him either
Never lets anyone hear the end of it
So so so annoying for a silly little guy
He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all
Floki
Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW
Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)
He’s a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if we’re talking about tv show Vikings)
Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar
Ecbert
So mad he didn’t have a bigger impact on ivar
Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??
He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes aren’t enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.
Gets sad drunk over it way too long
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Floki from the shadows: “PRIEST”
“If you kill a killer the number of killers stays the same.” “Just kill two, hell i killed like 17 today.”
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Why is this Athelstan talking to Ragnar?!
“If you kill a killer the number of killers stays the same.” “Just kill two, hell i killed like 17 today.”
#writers#writers on tumblr#writing prompts#writeblr#writing inspiration#vikings#vikings fic#vikings imagine#athelstan#ragnar
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Now I’m thinking about writing for Jax (sons of anarchy) should I do it here or make another acc to write for other characters and leave this one just for Vikings?!! 😑😑😑😑
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His little smile of pride while seeing his baby brother walking. I love them 😍
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THIS IS SO GOOD I’M MALFUNCTIONING
amends; bucky barnes
pairing bucky barnes x Black! afab fem! reader
summary bucky's therapist told him he needs to make amends. and that included with himself. but this one, he can't quite bring up in the session next week.
contents smut; riding, nipple play, kissing, soft and slow sex, he cums inside, uses of "girl", coded language (clit)
words 1205
notes reupload from my old blog.
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yori told you about his friend, tall dude with blue eyes, looked like he hadn’t been with a girl in 100 years. yori had failed to mention that he had a metal arm, or that he was.. you know.. who he was. you were not expecting the guy to be james “bucky” motherfucking barnes, or for him to be so pretty in person. despite all of that, though, you hit it off immediately, and that’s how you ended up here.
his hands trail up your sides while you take him slow and soft, rock your hips back and forth on his length. he’s so fucking responsive, the slightest touch eliticing sweet moans and groans that you’d pay to hear forever, charge it to the super soldier serum running through his veins, his senses heightened to 10. praises spill from his mouth almost on instinct, mind fucked with how good you feel, how wet you are, how tight you clench around him.
“god, honey, you’re treating me so good, can’t believe a sweet girl like you knows how to work me so well.” his eyes flutter between open and shut, the soft baby blues conflicted on whether to close in pleasure or watch the goddess above him fuck him so good. the cool metal of his vibranium arm contrasts with the heat that’s almost radiating off of your skin as he slowly tweaks a nipple, rolling slowly to gauge your reaction, attentive to every slight movement of your body. every little sound, every small moan that leaves your mouth brings him higher and higher, the super soldier persona melting away into something softer, sweeter, something more wrecked.
“i know, james, it feels so good, doesn’t it? fucking you nice and good.” you say with a soft sigh, indulging in the way his metal hand feels against the searing heat of your skin. he feels it, feels the way you’re giving yourself to him just as he's giving himself to you, those sweet words leaving your mouth like it’s nothing. he loves the way you use his real name, the one he never lets anyone say. he didn’t even care when you said it the first time, when you laid him down and told him you were going to take good care of him. you had him trapped from the beginning. you’re too skilled, melting his brain with the things you say to him, with the promises you whisper as you give him pleasure like he’s never felt before. the women before you always took and took and never gave, but you’re something different. something so much better. and that’s what his therapist told him he needed. something better.
as you circle your hips on him, your motions soft and slow and almost designed to break him down, he can’t help but shut his eyes as they roll back, succumbing to the sensation you’ve overtaken his body with. he’s entrusted himself to you more easily than he thought, not even flinching when you bring a hand to flick at his nipple, mimicking his motions from earlier. “does that feel good, james?” you ask, though you know it does. the way he groans is enough evidence. but you want to hear him say it.
“god it feels so good honey, everything feels so fucking good.” he can’t say anything else, can’t find the words to describe what you’re doing to him other than so good. he’s still enamored with the way his name slips off your tongue like it’s natural, the lilt in your voice, the sweetness of your tone drawing him farther into this untapped reserve of pure bliss. it’s so much for him, his senses being overridden with you and only you. he can smell your arousal, hear the blood running to that swollen bud, feel you everywhere. you’ve reduced that enhanced brain to nothing but nothing, only concerned with the smooth rocking of your hips and the way you clench around him. nothing else matters but your gentle pinches at his nipple, and the way you grab his face in both hands, leaning down to entrap his lips in a kiss, tender and slow, just like everything else you’ve given him tonight. he falls into your rhythm immediately, hand leaving your chest to rest on the side of your face, entangling his fingers in your hair.
the kiss drags him deeper into this ocean of .. whatever you’ve done to him, this spell you’ve put on him. his flesh hand slides down to your ass, just resting there, just wanting to feel you. he never wants the kiss to end, never wants to breathe if it means having to detach from you. “i’m close, james.” you whisper against his lips before meeting them again, and he takes your kiss like it’s the last one he’ll ever get from you. you feel him start to thrust up slowly, adding to the reservoir of pleasure you both are swirling in.
“i’m gonna come with you, honey, you’re gonna make me come so hard.” he’s so ruined, so broken by you. his metal hand graces across your skin to find your clit, rubbing it soft and slow. he drinks up your moan of his name, meeting your hips with his, brings his flesh hand to the side of your face just to feel you more. you just nod at his confession, not daring to break this kiss, your moans growing as he continues his soft teasing of that bud. he whines as you detach from him, needing to breathe but hating it all the same. you rest your forehead against his, catch his eyes with yours as you build each other up higher.
“i’m gonna come, james, gonna come for you.” he groans at your words, speeds up on your clit, never stops looking into your eyes. he wants you to come for him so bad. he needs it. and you can feel it. it’s in the way he fucks into you more desperation, nods his head, begs you to come for him. right now, he wants to make amends with the part of him that needs to feel desired. that is what he craves.
“come for me, honey, please.” and you wouldn’t deny him what he asked for even if you could. it takes over you like a wave, makes you curl in on yourself, sink your fingernails into his shoulders. he thinks you look so beautiful as you get lost in pleasure that he gave you, the feelings that he caused to surge through your body. it’s almost magic, the way he follows so closely after you, moaning “so good, honey, so fucking good”, coming so hard he swears he blacks out for a second. it’s something he’s never had to feel before, something that even the advanced nature of his brain isn’t built to handle. maybe later he’ll find words for what you’ve done to him. but now, as you come on his cock and he lets go inside your warmth, he has no explanation. he feels content with not knowing what this is. all he knows is that he will find what he needs in you. he’s followed his therapist’s orders.
he has made amends.
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Hvitserk: should we do it?
Ubbe: we should do it.
Hvitserk: what if it goes wrong?
Ubbe: what if it goes right?
#vikings#vikingsedit#vikings history#ubbe ragnarsson#hvitserk ragnarsson#ubbe x hvitserk#ubbe#hvitserk
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His eyes 🥹
Jordan Patrick Smith as Ubbe in Vikings 4x16: Crossings
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i'm still not over Makayla calling Adam 'dad', i'll probably never be over.
Burzek family in CHICAGO P.D. | THEN vs. NOW
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I don’t see much Chicago PD smut material here, maybe I’ll start writing it myself to feed my own need. HOWEVER my Bruzek heart won’t let me betray them, so maybe I’ll write threesomes… IDK what to do I just want to do something
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