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redskull199987 · 2 years
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Early Mornings
Ivar the Boneless x female!reader
Word count:1.1k
Warnings:a little bit steamy
Summary: You find yourself in a delightful situation after waking up, but are suddenly interrupted by an unexpected visitor...
Gif by @underragingwaves
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Part II
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I slowly tried to open my eyes. But it seemed so hard. I was too lazy and the bed too warm.
Finally, my eyes flutterd open and I tried to sit up, but a pair of strong arms encircled my waist. I looked up and smiled.
He seemed so calm. Ivar the Boneless, a man who was almost never calm.
I quietly turned around in his arms and admired his face. The eyes which were usually shining bright blue were now closed. His mouth slightly ajar and his chest rose and fell as he breathed.
Carefully, I let my fingers dance across his jawline. A soft stubble scratched my fingertips.
"I love you", I mumbled, "Ivar the Boneless"
"I love you too, my dear"
That caught me of guard. I tried to pull away, but Ivar was faster. He grabbed my hand, and put it back on top of his cheek.
A smile crept onto his face, as he grabbed my other arm and pulled me even closer to him.
"Ivar-", I protested, but before I could say anything more, his soft lips collided with mine and I let any protests slip past me.
I sighed against Ivar's lips and we parted slightly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and his blue eyes gazed into mine.
"Ivar", I mouthed against his lips.
He lifted his hand and softly brushed away my hair:"My Y/N"
Ivar slowly put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He sighed softly, before looking at me again.
"My Y/N", he whispered again.
I smiled at him and reconnected our lips. I felt Ivar's hands wander to my waist and he pulled me on top of him, while he sat up himself.
I felt Ivar's back hit the headboard, while he pulled me closer to his chest.
"Ivar", I signed against his lips, "Please"
"So needy, huh", he chuckled.
I only looked into his eyes and nodded. A grin graced his lips and in a matter of seconds, Ivar had switched our places and he was suddenly hovering above me.
His lips attacked my neck and a moan escaped my mouth.
"Shh", Ivar whisperd, "We don't want others to hear these beautiful sounds"
I nodded and tried to keep silent while he continued to kiss across my neck.
"Those noises are only for me to hear", Ivar mumbled. His voice was stern,"Only for me"
I only nodded at his words again, not able to form a coherent sentence.
A yelp escaped my lips, as Ivar's cold hands slipped under my robe. He only chuckled and continued to lift it over my head.
He just looked at me for a second, like I was the most precious thing that he has ever seen.
"Ivar",I mumbled and pulled him towards my lips again.
Another moan escaped my lips, I felt how his frigid fingers touched my skin. Ivar grasped one of my breasts, before starting to kiss down my sternum.
I felt his other hand slip behind my back and puling my Body closer to him. His lips covered my hips in kisses.
I desperately rubbed my thighs together, to conjure some friction, as Ivar was taking his time to cover my skin in hickeys.
"Oh dear", he mumbled and I felt his hands push my legs apart. I gasped, as I felt his lips on my inner thigh.
"Fuck", I mumbled and brushed my hand through his hair. A groan left Ivar's lips.
"Ivar!!"
I have never seen a man, who couldn't walk, get up so fast and covering himself and someone else. Because the Person screaming his name, was not me, but his brother.
Ubbe. He only looked at the two of us and grinned. Our relationship was no secret to them, nor to anybody else, but still they liked to make fun of us or tease Ivar for always being so protective of me.
"You're late", he said sharply, before turnung around to leave.
"Oh, and Y/N?", he asked again.
"Yes?", I sighed and shyly peeked out from behind Ivar's back.
"Our mother is searching you", Ubbe stated before leaving.
"Shit!", I got up as fast as possible, looking for my clothes.
"Where do you think, are you going?", Ivar asked perplexed and even though he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, he managed to pull me back into his lap again.
"Ivar", I giggled. His pouting face was too cute, "I promised your mother to help her with embroidering"
"Why can't you stay?", Ivar wined, running his hands up my back.
"Because your mother is the queen of Kattegat and she will personally kill me if I am late", I chuckled and pecked his nose, before getting up.
"I'd never let her do that", Ivar mumbled.
"I know, Ivar", I smiled and grasped his cheek, "I know"
"I love you", he mumbled while I put on my dress.
"Would you help me with the Corset, love?", I asked and turned my back on him, so that he could could tie the knots.
"All done", Ivar smiled after a minute. I turned around and kissed his forehead:"Thank you"
I quickly grabbed a comb and brushed through my hair. I was about to tie it together to, but Ivar stopped me.
"Leave it", he said. I turned towards him and smiled, before dropping my hair. It fell down my shoulder, before Ivar slowly reached out for it. He grabbed a lose Strand and quietly examined it.
"I have to go now", I murmured.
Ivar nodded, before grabbing his crutches. He struggled a bit to get up, but I only watched him. Even though, I wanted to help him, I knew how stubborn Ivar was. He would never admit, that he needed help.
After a minute, he was standing in front of me. Only in his pants and his hair still slightly messed.
I chuckled at his sight.
"What!?", Ivar smiled,"Don't you like, what you're seeing?
"Oh I do", I answered, "In fact, I even love what I'm seeing"
Ivar smirked before giving me one last kiss. It wasn't as passionate as the others, but still tender and full of love.
"I love you", he mouthed against my lips.
"I love you too, Ivar the Boneless"
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at1nys-blog · 4 months
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Masterlist
【Ragnar Lothbrok】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Lagertha】
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【Björn Ragnarsson】
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【Floki&Helga】
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【Athlestan】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Rollo】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Siggy】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Aslaugh】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Ubbe Ragnarsson】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Hvitserk Ragnarsson】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ My own Valkyrja
【Sigurd Ragnarsson】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Ivar Ragnarsson】
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【Halfdan the black】
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【Harald Finehair】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Torvi】
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【Heahmund】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Gunnhild】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Kalf】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
【Kjetill Flatnose】
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【Yidu】
↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet
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missallanious · 2 months
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I’m just gonna leave this here-
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thevikingwoman · 1 month
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I had thoughts and needed them out. After witnessing the details of G'raha's plan, Meryta feels upset and unsettled and needs some time to think.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 736 | Read on Ao3
Meryta Khatin | Shadowbringers: The Unbroken Thread | angst Rating: Teen. Anger, reflection, MSQ coda, mention of death and dying. Four Lords spoilers too
Choices
Meryta doesn’t go to the Amaro Launch, even though that’s what she tells Lyna when she hands her back the key to the Umbilicus. Instead, she grabs her pickaxe, and sets out for Lakeland. The Facet can always use more ore, and right now the work of it somehow seems appealing.
She does not mine.
Instead, she ends up lying in the flowers, gazing up at the unbearably bright sky. The light cracks inside her head. Endless. Noisy.
Her fault.
No. That’s not true. The Exarch – G’raha Tia, had a plan, with Urianger an accomplice. And it failed. Her part in it was not up to her, and not discussed. If she’d known, perhaps she could have…
She closes her eyes against the burning light. It doesn’t stop. She wonders if the light leaks out of them, like it leaked into her limbal rings after they killed the Lightwarden in Amh Araeng. If anyone would notice it, in the brightness all around.
She is tired and motionless and has given up on the pretense of mining. She thought moving her body would feel good and she briefly considered pulling a mark from the board – but it would be worse, if she got killed by some powerful beast, which could absorb her aether and become a most terrifying Lightwarden. Ravaging through the land, set upon the Crystarium.
So, instead she grabbed her pick and now she lies here.
She should be dead.
No.
G’raha should be dead, had planned to die, so she could live.
The light is so very loud inside her skull and she wants to scream, her hands fists at her side, tears running down her face.
They made the choice for her, as if she’s some kind of child.
The stillness sweeps over her, she can’t even hold her own anger, the suffusing light too oppressive, too heavy. She thinks of Tenzen, who gave his life to save the world – his world; her world. Binding Koryu at the cost of his life, making that choice because he had to. Because he wanted to. The memory of him living on through stories, and through his beloved auspices. The auspices who loved him, loved him enough to trust him to make that choice for himself.
Is she not loved enough to do so?
Mayhap that isn’t fair. Mayhap it would have worked, had it not been for Emet-Selch’s interference. Bastard acian. Perhaps there would have been no other options, their plan the best course of action. Except – why does she get to live? The fervent description of her legacy, the way G’raha spoke of the hope she will bring. Would have brought to a broken world. A legacy that may not come to pass. All of their plotting to make sure she survived, as is she is somehow more important than anyone, because of what he’d learned of her in the future they worked so hard to not come to pass. She’s not that person. She didn’t choose to be that person, not yet. Did Tenzen choose his legacy or did it choose him? At least no one made the choice for him while he was still living.
Perhaps she should thank Emet-Selch, and this only fuels her anger. All for naught, and she’s halfway glad of it. The plan so intricate, and yet so very simple. Take the light. Go off and die. All these scholars and she just has her weapons and her fight - and yet they choose for her to live instead of them finding a solution, consulting Y’shtola, Alphinaud, anyone. Instead of asking her.  
She fists her hand in the blanket of flowers beneath her, tears them out in clumps. Grass, flowers, trees above.
Blinding light inside out.
Anger burning in her chest, drowned by the light.
An acian with a gun.
She knows what she must do.
She will go and find G’raha, as she promised Lyna. She will kill Emet-Selch if she has to. And she’ll save G’raha, and she will take the light wherever he intended to, into a rift, and save this world too. They will have to let her, have to help her do this. She will make that choice.  Not G’raha, not Urianger, nor any other friend who’d try to stop her.
She will hold on to the light, keeping it locked inside her a little longer.
Long enough for her to make her choice.
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therealvikingstrash · 7 months
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PSA - Stealing gifs
I didn't know people in fandom STILL don't know that you credit a gifmaker when you use their works in your own posts.
It's common courtesy to credit an artist, or hell, even fucking ASK if you're allowed to use it in your own post beforehand. Please stop stealing other peoples hard work. What the fuck is your problem? You obviously don't know how much time and effort goes into these. ESPECIALLY gifs of the show Vikings. Their filters are horrible and hard to counter correctly to make the characters look anything resembling humans and not grey-cyan-yellow blobs.
Tumblr even has the option to search for gifs and automatically credits the person who posted them. But just copy & pasting is an absolute no-go.
Do I have to start watermarking my own gifs??
Just for anyone's information:
I do NOT want my gifs used by the RPC. None. Make your own if you're so creative.
I do NOT want anyone using my gifs pretending they made them by not crediting me.
I do NOT want my gifs in any artwork/moodboard etc. if the person hasn't asked my permission first.
You can fucking reblog my works instead of stealing them, like everyone else does. You like what you see? Great! Like and REBLOG.
For fucks sake. Fandom etiquette is going down the drain. And please to those who see someone stealing from different gif makers: call them out. They need to know they're doing something wrong and that people don't condone their behavior. If you're ignoring it on purpose, you're part of the fucking problem.
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merrymorningofmay · 8 months
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devileaterjaek · 1 year
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FF3 jobs: Viking
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beetrootbug · 1 year
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White people concern me
I saw i really concerning quora thread (is that what they are called?) and it was essentially about people debating the ethics of a white person wearing box braids. A concerning amount of people said it was "white bigotry" to tell someone off for wearing box braids and that "it's just hair". One white girl was sent home from school for wearing box braids, and someone replied to the mother stating "you should sue the school for discrimination". The amount of privilege dripping from that statement is gross, imagine being able to sue someone over any minor inconvenience. Now i must state: i'm am not black, nor am I white, which puts me a really interesting position as an outsider to this sort of stuff. Personally, i am more than willing to respect black people's culture, i really don't think it's that difficult. So it baffles me that white people get so upset about it. One person said "is it cultural appropriation of the chinese if we use gunpowder? No." Which yes, it is not cultural appropriation to use gunpowder, to MY knowledge, chinese people have never been discriminated against for using it or inventing it, you know what they have been discriminated against for? Their eyes. Everywhere you look you see people making fun of chinese people's eyes (not just the chinese of course, but japanese ect) many children make the whole "chinese, japanese, zombies" joke. And yet you know what was trending a bit back? Fox eyes. SUDDENLY when a white person pulls their eyes back, the monolid is pretty. It always was pretty, but it took a white person doing it for people to like it. And you know what? IT STILL BACKFIRED FOR THE POC COMMUNITY! Chinese and japanese people were being sexualised by white men whilst black people were being harassed about asianfishing, because a lot of black people naturally have monolids. Somehow an issue that wasn't even relevent to black people became another thing to attack them over. Someone else pointed out that a white girl was beat up for wearing box braids by a black person, which isn't right of course. HOWEVER, I have heard a few stories of white girls being bullied by OTHER white kids for having box braids. You know what else i've heard? Countless stories of black kids being harassed for their hair. Countless stories of chinese kids being bullied for their eyes. Countless stories of trans people being attack for their top scars. The list goes on for us minorities, but the minute a white cis person is hurt? tragedy! Hurt by one of us? WHITE BIGOTRY! For those of you who aren't aware: reverse racism doesn't exist. It doesn't. Most of the accounts of "reverse racism" are white people not liking the fact that they have to think before speaking. Not liking the fact that they might be wrong about something. Not liking that they need to be better and learn. and you know what the craziest thing is? I TOO NEED TO MIND MY LANGUAGE! ME, A BROWN PERSON CAN'T SAY OFFENSIVE RANDOM SHIT ABOUT JEWISH OR BLACK PEOPLE OR ANY OTHER RACE THAT I'M NOT APART OF??? SHOCKER!!! WHITE PEOPLE AREN'T THE ONLY ONES WHO HAVE TO "be careful" OF WHAT THEY SAY, WE ALL FUCKING DO, AND WE FUCKING DO IT WITHOUT COMPLAINING, SO STFU, YOU AREN'T SPECIAL AND YOU AREN'T DISCRIMINATED AGAINST.
There was one reply in that quota thread that gave me hope, the person stated that "short story, if you want to use box braids, end racism". It's so easy for people to say "i don't see colour" Well you should. Because for centuries, POCs have been discriminated against for our features and skin tone, you don't just get to say that its "not a problem anymore". Acknowledge colour, have discussions about colour, have discussions about culture, preferably from people of said culture (though it isn't their responsibility to educate you, they can do so if they are comfortable)
Another comment i saw somewhere feels relevent here:
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"when you're accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression"
Also, equality isn't just "treat everyone the same", it's "give everyone the ability to achieve the same thing and be treated with respect" If that means you need to mind what kind of braids you wear, then you do it, because in order to be equal we need respect.
ALSO also, to the people saying "most black people don't care, only a small amount do" thousands (if not millions) are upset about it, they may be smaller in comparision, but it's still a lot. And about the "poorer black people" who "don't give a shit", of course they dont care, they're too busy trying to deal with all the other shit white people have done to them.
Final statement: anyone using the excuse "vikings did it first" you're wrong. Vikings most likely didn't braid their hair, if they did, it was to quick get hair out of their eyes, not a fashion statement. Some most likely had dreads that they allowed to grow out to make them stand out from the slaves who were bald (oh yeah btw THEY HAD SLAVES), but even then we don't have much evidence for them having dread apart from a throwaway line from a roman saying they had "rope hair". Overall, egyptians were doing braids way longer than the vikings and they certainly didn't invent braids anywhere similar to cornrows. If you want a "viking hairstyle" get dutch braids.
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I made a rune quiz! :) Please come and take it, it would be fun!
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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i'm so tired /pos idk what it's called but yk those rock trails !?!
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nyways have these low qual flowers bcs my phone camera is mostly broken 🥹
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redskull199987 · 2 years
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Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless
Screw Them
Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request
Word count:0.9k
Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here
Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?
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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?"
I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.
"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.
"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.
"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up. 
"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.
"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.
"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?
"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"
She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"
My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time. 
"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.
"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"
Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"
I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"
"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.
I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination. 
Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.
"You're late"
I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.
"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"
He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"
My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"
Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right  before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.
I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.
As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.
"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.
"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.
"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.
"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.
Ivar looked back up at me.
"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...
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unamused-kookaburra · 10 months
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I'm so annoyyyeed I hate the present day levels they're so boring and Layla moves like a fucking snail.
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missallanious · 2 months
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Stone Ocean Vikings for you 😔🫴✨
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livingprophecy · 2 years
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“AND HE DOUBLE-DOINKS IT” MY HEART BRO THANK GOD
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omniluci-estumbra · 2 months
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“Hjartao mitt…it means my heart” 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥
Viking AU
I want to start doing more fanart for ongoing WIPs I love and White Wolf by DarkCloud190 has completely given me brainrot about loving, ax wielding, shifter Viking Draco soooo here we are lolol
ff: White Wolf by DarkCloud190 on AO3
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eirgachuair · 3 months
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How Are You Going to Be Irish and a White Supremacist?
no bc how are you going to be irish and be xenophobic? how are you going to be irish and be a white supremacist?
throughout ireland's history, our island has seen celts, vikings, it was a mixmatch of different cultures from the getgo.
even before the plantations, normans invaded the island, they eventually essemilated into irish culture while keeping some of their own.
then moving onto the most successful plantation, the ulster plantation, spaniards helped with the irish's effort, and then in later times, the french helped us as well.
the famine:
the Choctaw People sent us aid, the tsar, an ottoman sultan, many countries sent aid, a Philidelphia Irish Famine Relief Committee made up of catholic protestant and jewish people was set up to give aid to the starving irish, so many countries helped us. FFS even the english helped in some strange ways. 'International fundraising activities received donations from locations as diverse as Venezuela, Australia, South Africa, Mexico, Russia and Italy.' [Wikipedia, Great Famine (Ireland)]
this might not be important considering that despite the fact these absolute jokes use republicanism and patriotism to justify their bigotry, they don't consider the people in the ni to be 'actually irish', but NICRA (northern ireland civil rights association)
NICRA aimed to stop irish catholics being discriminated against with jobs, voting, housing, and also aimed to tackle the Special Powers act which put many away in jail unfairly and without trial. NICRA WAS LITERALLY BASED OFF OF MARTIN LUTHER KING, AND THE CIVIL RIGHTS CAMPAIGN IN AMERICA.
we've all seen how palestine and ireland have supported eachother through the years. how palestine is being fucking carpet bombed right now thanks to a colonial force. do you know how much good the so called 'patriots' of this country could do if they put their energy to helping people instead of being absolute scumbags?
if you are irish and you are a white supremacist, if you're irish and you're xenophobic. you don't get to hide behind patriotism.
if you loved being irish, you would look back at history and see all of the countries that helped us, all of the countries that had no reason to, but saw themselves in our struggle, that sent aid, that supported us.
if you were a true patriot, you would learn your own language instead of scoffing at it. you would promote the protection acts for the irish language, you would help create and fundraise for cultural festivals. you would reinstate old traditions . you would protect and help nourish your culture but you dont. instead you assault and attack innocent people based on the fact they're not "irish enough".
if you were a true patriot, you would follow in the footsteps of the likes of the Irish Anti-Apartheid Movement of the 1960s, of the Irish people who donated to Native Tribes during the pandemic.
your skewed sense of pride is based on the fact our ancestors bore so much pain and suffering yet still managed to fight for freedom. that pride, that patriotism all means nothing if you are using it to uphold the colonial standards of white supremacy that helped shackle them in the first place.
okay thats all i wanna say bye bye
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