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artschoolglasses · 8 months
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New Kassandra and Eivor art for the upcoming Assassin's Creed TTRPG
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memoriesofafallen · 7 months
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V A R I N S D O T T I R
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Sloppy Makeout HCs
There's NO ONE asking for it. But here it is. Gay ass!!!! that's me!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to @ashmatashs and @kassandras-one-braincell
I hope that tagged right
Kassandra
When is it likely to get a sloppy makeout sesh: All the time any time
Kisses are all tongue and teeth, biting on your lip and tugging, just to get a little noise out of you. It’s like she feeds off of moans from you when you makeout (even though she loves them all the time).
In fact she’ll do literally anything to make you moan into her mouth. Tangling her fingers in your hair, tugging on the strands. Grabbing your thighs just to feel the skin squish against her hands. Pressing you into her…
If you’re wearing a skirt, expect her to push the fabric up to the top of your legs. Shorts or pants? Her fingers are on your back, dipping under the waist band to tease you. If we’re historically accurate? Chitons have lots places to run hands under.
Isn’t strapped all the time, but likes to do it randomly to surprise you once you’re in her lap. Thinks it’s hot when you grind down, even if she’s not wearing one
She loves to pick you up and press you against the wall or the door or a window… it’s all of her favorite things at once. Holding your thighs, pressing you in close, your hips rolling, you moaning.
Soma
When is it likely: She’s either gotta be drunk or in a mood
This shit… it’s sloppy. She’s knocking things over to push them off so there’s more space for you. She’s rambling, talking about how beautiful you are, how hot you are, how she’s going to ruin you, how you’re precious to her. Just the sweetest stuff, really. We love her
No matter what you’re wearing, she’s desperate to touch your skin. Shirt and bottoms? Your shirt is either off or er hands are up it. Dress? She’s unzipping it or snaking her hands under the skirt to get to your legs. Layers? They’re off. No choice, she HAS to touch you
Always likely when she gets like this to duck down and eat you out. Says it’s the “sloppiest makeout” and grins when you laugh.
Throws you on the bed after. You’re not getting up when you look all dazed just from her lips.
Eivor
When is she likely for it?: Doesn’t need to be loosened up, but it’s not as frequent that Kass wants to sloppy makeout
Have you seen her kiss Randvi?? Once she gets permission for a kiss, she GOES for it. Intense, fast, sudden, passionate
Wants to lose herself into it. Wants to forget about her troubles and life, wants to help you forget about your own life. For her, everything is about the kiss.
Has you in her grasp, and she can’t stop kissing you. Her lungs nearly go out, stupid oxygen. You both pull away, gasping for air, and once you’re both fine, she goes back in for more.
She BITES. She loves leaving a mark, and she never wants to stop. A part of me wants to say that she likes drawing a little bit of blood, but only if you’re really into it.
Won’t ask or say anything about it, but she wants you to bite back. To go back in with the same passion and feralness. Will melt if you hit back with that.
Sevika
When is she likely for it?: She likes to ‘plan’ for it. Def goes into a meeting with you with the intention for one.
It’s Sevika. She’s mean. She teases you. Kisses you softly, then when you try to deepen it, she pulls away, laughing at your frustration and whines. She doesn’t leave for long, always coming back in to give you what you want.
Eivor bites, but Sevika marks. All over.
Throat, neck, shoulders, chest. She always leaves one on your clavicle, biting down hard even though she knows it hurts. But it’s always fine because she runs her tongue over the mark to make it feel better.
Wears her biggest strap all the time for it. She loves it when you rock your hips and grind against her. Will hold your hips to encourage it and guide you. If you cum from it? She’s whipping it out and making you ride it. Not that you have any complaints though.
Abby
When is she likely for it?: Usually always down for it, but loves makeouts after she’s stressed or upset.
Pull. Her. Hair. She loves it. Her braid is there for you to pull as hard as you can. Loves using her teeth. Likes making you ‘angry’ and frustrated. Thinks it’s hot when you fuss at her and go back in or a kiss anyways.
She’s a hand-roamer. Anything you let her squeeze and massage she’ll do so. Tits, ass, legs, arms, back. She just likes touching you and riling you up.
Soft lips… and she knows it. She pouts and chews on things just to make you think about kissing her, and that way you’ll bite them in the moment.
I love her your honor
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blusthings · 8 months
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Read my fic pls is enemies to lovers and I actually really like it c:
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alienpussycat · 10 months
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I NEED HERRRR 😩😩😩
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canaidliafail · 1 year
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curse that ravens fire
eivor x f!reader 🌿 PART 1
reader is Petras Younger sister who just arrived at the settlement. [ 2k words ?]
MDI
[ warnings : will eventually have sexual content. for now theres only mentions of hunting animals / not too gory but might still be upsetting to read] Its also a little enemies to lovers type of deal
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The tip of your arrow was perfectly aligned with her throat just like the edge of her axe with yours
You could feel her breath, hear her heartbeat and you saw a bead of sweat roll down her forehead. Neither took initiative to move forward or pull back not trusting each other’s intentions
“Eivor Wait! That’s my sister!” You heard Petra call out and you both pulled back the tension you shared falling flat to your siblings cries. She ran towards you and stopped few feet away bracing her hands on her knees breathing heavily
“Gods! I can't believe you got in trouble already” She mumbled worried and Eivor sheathed back her axe
“This is your family that was visiting?” She asked looking distressed
“Yes!” She yelled more so to cover up for her lack of oxygen than to scold anyone.
You looked at the stones on the ground and scoffed,kicking one with little force to show your despair. This was a horrible first impression you were leaving on someone you assumed to be important for the settlement.
“Thought you all only hunted animals”
“We do!” You yelled and she growled looking at you “Do I look like a stag?”
“You could with that mug of yours!” You spat back enraged. You weren't even pointing at her. She just happened to be in your line of sight when you were waiting for a wolf to come out of a cave only for this crude norsewoman to turn up.
Naturally, the timing was off and then things escalated without the two of you realizing
“Calm down, please! EIvor excuse my sister's behavior. She's probably just tired from her trip” She said and yanked you from your arm. You decided to stay quiet knowing her tone indicated you weren’t getting away without a harsh scolding
Eivors upper lip twitched and she took a long sigh.WIping the sweat of her brow and scarred cheeks she looked away “Take your time getting settled. I should go to the longhouse and speak with Randvi”
And with that she took off. Petra glared at you “What were you thinking?!”
“That I found the mythical wolf!”
She shook your head “Gods, what an awful misunderstanding that must have been then. Come. You’ve embarrassed me enough” You frowned, crossing your arms and slowly walking behind her.
“Is Wallace here as well?”
“No. He went to sharpen arrows. Might be back for the featbuff though. Don’t worry youll catch him tomorrow morning at worse”
You nod deep in thought. Four days of walking,eating dry rabbit meat and sleeping in cold,wet,murky caves. Depending on who you offended today you would have to prepare yourself mentally to go through that all again, should they decide to send you back home
“So…Who’s Eivor?”
“The Jarls sister”
Shit
Maybe you could pack some soup and hopefully steal a better coat.
“Don’t worry. She doesn’t hold many things to heart. However your loud mouth might make her eventually” She said, her tone heavy with a warning
Watch your tongue or Ill cut it for you
“Understood”
Petra lended you a fresh set of clothes , rich in color, The blue and sea hues that royalty usually wore, with the soft fur of a rabbit decorating the edges and shoulders giving a nice fullness to your structure
“Did you just get this?” Recognizing it must have cost a fortune, you felt bad being the first one to wear it. She smiled “You can make it up to me by sewing me a new one tomorrow”
You felt out the leathers of the belts and the edges admiring the craftsmanship “Who… did this? Its form is crude but it looks nice”
“Our blacksmith. Has a fine set of hands,right?” She said with a wink and you shook your head letting go of the fabrics.
“Let's just go to this feast. I’m starving for some decent food” With a small nod she walked out of her hut. Quickly snatching a small knife and sliding it beneath your coat you followed “You live very close to the Longhouse”
“Our services were deemed important to the clan. Comes with it I guess. Which by the way, don't relax too much. Tomorrow you'll have to talk with Randvi and Eivor.tell them what you will provide if they are to let you stay”
Expected
You thought. Which is why you were so eagerly hunting down that wolf. If you truly found that legendary creature, its fur would’ve been the final addition to the armor you were planning to present as an example of your skills. Now you need a new plan. Curse that raven
You gritted your teeth in spite.
when the two of you walked in the hall you saw faces warm up to your sister's presence greeting her and exchanging handshakes “Petra! Tell us a story!” One yelled across the room and she raised a hand motioning that she’d join them soon
“First, formally apologize to Eivor. Ill be waiting for you over there” She ordered and you looked at her like a kicked cub
“You’re joking?”
“Don’t be difficult”
“Don’t be ridiculous then!” You hissed and she glared at you. Her eyes left yours to see Eivor exit the map room “There. Go” and with that she turned you around grabbing your shoulders and giving you a push forward as she went the other way to go find her companions
Curse these traditions and formalities that your families followed. You stepped around the dancing Vikings and tried to avoid bumping into any drunk ones who chugged on ale making your way closer to the throne where Eivor leaned against the wood,deep in thought.
You stopped before walking up the stairs hoping she would notice you first. To your relief she did. Cocking a brow she gathered herself and made her way to you “Yes?” She asked and you felt sweat run down your spine. You started pushing at the skin on your fingertips with your nails trying to come up with something to say.
She smirked, baring her fangs almost as she took a step closer “For all that barking you surely came with the tail between your legs now” She bit in what she thought was playful banter which you, took horribly wrong
“Excuse me?!” You stopped fidgeting suddenly feeling the gravity pull at your feet
“Petra sure knows how to handle her siblings. With Wallace often running off, she does a good job keeping you two in place” You suddenly felt like she was referring to you like some dog that needed a leash and you’ve never felt more enraged by a woman
“Fuck you and your spineless clan” You hissed and turned away not bothering to hear what else she had to say knowing you would be soon sleeping on the streets.
The winter breeze hit your cheek, in a soft caress, soothing the heat that burned your skin.
Your head jolted the other way and you saw a door.
The longhouse had more than one exit
You smiled, all tension and anger evaporating immediately. You could go hunting now and apologize in the form of a well crafted coat the way you initially intended. If you couldn’t get in Eivors good graces anymore you were certain the Jarls wife would consider you.
You pushed some men around and made your way to the door finally leaving the suffocating building
You stopped right out the doors and took a second to catch your breath, the whole gathering spiking up your anxiety. What you had in craftsmanship you lacked in social skill. You tried to reason with yourself that you wanted to make a good impression and that you weren't sneaking out from embarrassment alone. Out of shame for letting anger so quickly get the better of you.
You saw a stack of bows and arrows lodged by the entrance, damp by the snow.It would have to do. You grabbed a set and began your short journey to the snow and stone covered entrance of the wolf cave. You were sure you heard the crunch of another pair of footsteps behind you. You turned to look. Someone must have been following you
However, not wanting to risk the idea that they were after the same wolf you picked up your pace and reached the cave sliding first and looked around. It was eerily quiet, your pants disrupting the peace.
Trying your best to watch your step you climbed the walls trying to reach the other end of the path which would hopefully lead to a makeshift home by the animal.
You heard rumbling in the distance. Wet and filled with aggression. You were noticed.
You pulled an arrow and your bow in haste but were ultimately thrown to your front when you felt four pairs of heavy joints push at your back.
You yelped in fear realizing how greatly you miscalculated the size this beast would have.Not ready to give in you pushed your weight against the ground abruptly covering your exposed neck with your hood and trying to roll over on the other side.
Knocking it off balance wasn’t as easy and your thoughts were starting to get cloudy from the grim realization that you might die after all. You tasted copper and the stuffiness of your nose clearly indicated you were bleeding.
Well. I did land headfirst
“Duck!” You heard a heavy voice command and you did. The next thing you heard was the weighty thud of something crashing with the wolves ribs and thrusting it on the other side. It howled in pain and you quickly rose to your feet running to the other side of the cave pulling out your knife which seemed unnecessary when a figure landed in front of you covering your line of sight.
Eivor wolf kissed
Oh the irony of it all
“Must be dead” she mumbled and you finally took a careful look at the wolf. That something that made it clash with the rocks behind it, was Eivors sharp axe.
Oh the poor creature never stood a chance
“That was barbaric!” You whined and she glared at you “Is that how you thank someone for saving your ass?” She mocked and you rolled your eyes “Oh I was doing fine”
You quickly tried to wipe your bloody nose probably smearing it across your face and hopped over to the wolfs side
“This is awful. How am I to properly get its fur now”
“Fur?”
“Yes. I am a tailor. It's what I came to do here seeing as you clearly lack those. Seriously, how old is that vest you are wearing?” You said and scoffed in disgust to which she took little offense
“It does the job!”
“And I” you pushed against the wolf's skin and with the other wrapped your fingers around the hilt of the axe “Can make it do an even better one” and pulled it out of its skin making sure it wouldn't rip it any further
You gently held its head in your palm and connected your foreheads whispering a thank you for its sacrifice and with one deep breath pulled it up and mounted it on your shoulders
“Do you only show respect to animals?”
“They are the only ones who have earned it out of me” you stopped and looked at her, or what you could make out of the woman since the Caracas was blocking your vision
“Did you follow me?”
“I wanted to Say some things. Next thing I know you are getting yourself into trouble under my clans watch” she grabbed her discarded axe and made her way next to you helping you carry the animal by sharing the weight. You studied her face, noticing how the lines on her forehead softened and deepened. Her jaw tense.
She tried to blow a few loose strands of hair out of her face in a very child-like way and she refused to meet your eyes. Her breathing was uneven not from fatigue but from nervousness. All of that made you truly reconsider her character
She struggled with normal interactions as much as you did. This was her way of trying to get close to you and apologize . With actions
You smiled, earnestly now, wanting to impress her more than ever “Oh you'll learn to love me”
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brit-o-raptor · 1 year
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I took some caps of my darling dear and wanted to share my faves
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elluvians · 2 years
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permafreezing · 2 years
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Do I haunt your dreams?
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hiddenoneisu · 6 months
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Assassin's Creed Valhalla
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I miss Ravensthorpe
I miss my Ravensthorpe, does anyone else miss theirs too? 
It's been so long, I miss how I was consumed by it, the sounds of it, the smell of it. How I would map it all out in my mind. Create corners of it that characters would sit, would talk, would exist.
It felt like it surrounded me, like a 360 degree dream. It was everywhere.
I miss my AU.
The bench outside the longhouse doors that was bathed in the evening sun, greeting old friends.
The red tree behind it, where you could see so much but go unnoticed.
The pool by Valka’s home, where the women would gather on the warm rocks to chat.
The dark shaded bench under the canopy around the back of the longhouse. Where you could sit in the  shadow with another, where no one can see you, interrupt you.
There’s some flour sacks outside Hytham’s office, against his wall. I imagine him and Jor sit there, looking out at the farm. Or They Gunnar and Tove, three in a row, would sit and drink at the end. They are good friends.
The benched tables at the back of the longhouse on the decking. It's quiet and a place to sit and drink. I left Ivarr and Eivor there drinking after hunting in the hills. They are still there, in my mind, waiting for what's next.
The english bluebells racing up the hills, a lilac blur circling the town.
The decking by the river, the pier where the children learned to swim. The water was warm to those who remember the cold of the north.
The path heading up to the west out of town, that loops away up and around past the Old Ragnarsson lookout. He watched Ubba leave at dawn, uncertain and annoyed.
The lookout, where Eivor went to be alone with the world. Wood scratched with old marks from the brothers, and later, the church.
The smell of sour fruits fermenting in Tekla’s garden brewery floating through the doors of home.
Holding new babies sitting in the meadows and by the fires. Soft and full of life.
Petra and Wallace teaching the kids to hunt with practice bows, shooting into the broken wagon up the path.
Tarben and Nelda and warm soft bread. Warm and soft, like the both of them. Flour on her hair and on his hands. They don’t notice.
The heavy movement of drengr training by the river. Grunts and thuds, but laughter too. Gunnar keeps watch, laughing the loudest, making bets with Merton and sometimes Arth.
Arth playing with the other children in the evenings.
Randvi and Eivor lying on their backs on the big bed in the candlelight, both staring at the ceiling, both wrought with uncertainty on what to do with Sigurd, the changed man. Each’s pain can only be understood by the other. Desperately glad for each other’s company.
Hytham’s office, full of paper that few can read, stood staring at the walls, not staring at anything.  Dawn, exhausted and spent. Full of grief. Basim is not coming back and he is still here. He listens to the sound of the town waking up, steps crunching of leaves and sticks, quiet greetings of the day in that strange language, it smells like rain again.
It was so alive, so powerful, and I feel guilty for abandoning it and this blog
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artschoolglasses · 10 months
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“Fine. If we must.”
Assassin’s Creed Valhalla
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memoriesofafallen · 7 months
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taitiii · 1 year
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Screenshots from Assassin's creed Valhalla.
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My TikTok fyp fully thinks I want to become a gym bunny and is giving so much fitspo content. But I’m just a lesbian bro calm down. 😂
Muscle mommies are ruining my life. If I see a buff lady I’m gunna like the video, it’s that simple. 🥰🥵
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alienpussycat · 11 months
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I know I said I entered edit retirement but I made sooooo many edits of her😩😩 and this has been sitting in my phone for months-plus Beyoncé Renaissance tour starts tomorrow and I like this song 🤧🤧
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