#Eadwulf

[bitchfitch]

I know I said I was done but Apparently that was a lie

#daeodon #tahir #Adi #Eadwulf #dance party #(how im tagging these posts going forward )

[sandssavvy]

I'm loving The Legend of Vox Machina and how creative the animated adaptation of the first campaign has been.

There is one random thing I hope they do in the Mighty Nein animation.

If they show when The Mighty Nein fought the succubus and incubus in the City of Beasts and Caleb got charmed by them....

I want the syccubus and incubus to shapechange (or as part of the charm just look like this for Caleb) to look like Astrid & Eadwulf.

It would be so good, and mess with poor Caleb's head afterwards.

The Nein seem mostly oblivious to the fact that Caleb was in love/in a relationship with both Astrid AND Eadwulf in the past.

"The love the three of us shared." *screams*

I love the Blumentrio backstory and I need it to be explored in the show. Hopefully we get flashbacks. I'd love seeing some moments of Astrid and Eadwulf that we didn't get to see in game.

#the mighty nein #critical role #Critical role campaign 2 #caleb widogast #blumentrio #Astrid #eadwulf grieve #eadwulf #astrid beck #blumendrei

[burningsuitfire]

for all I see people grinding into the name thain and "I live around the area" lie to Jester, who he knew was upper class nicodranian aka someone who was literally his cover's peer and loudly arguing with any answers he gave, who could've easily gotten him torn apart for being a kryn at a imperial party in wartime if anyone got suspicious, Essek is still the best spy in that campaign

Dairon's cover was her actual real name, she openly discussed her mission in a confirmed bugged gift house and IMMEDIATELY traveled to said very well known foreigners' bugged house after getting caught red handed breaking into dynasty records. Not to mention she nearly got killed in Asarius for sending non native messenger birds directly out of the city to the imperial war front, when sending stones are easy and cheap as hell

Astrid met the entire nein (who she firsthand knew were being monitored) undisguised in a beer hall full of witnesses and ON ACADEMY CAMPUS to give secret floorplans and send Caleb to kill Ikithon and raid his illegal torture pit, blatantly enchanted someone in front of a dining room full of people and she (alongside wulf) dropped illusions in the middle of nicodranas

ironically, Essek, "lord lord from around", still wayyy ahead of the curve

#essek thelyss #essek #astrid becke #astrid #dairon #campaign 2 #c2 #the mighty nein #mighty nein #cr meta #eadwulf #wulf #eadwulf grieve

[tarydarrington]

Eadwulf Grieve is done with politics.

He runs as far as he can get: takes a road trip to the edge of the continent and takes ship to Tal'Dorei, takes a few odd jobs that mean nothing much to anyone in particular, then buys passage on a trade ship heading miles and miles away.

He finds a city big enough to get lost in and settles there. The first time he goes a month without hearing the words Cerberus and Assembly next to each other, he buys a round for the tavern. The elf-orc with the fiddle follows him to bed; parting ways when the morning comes is quick and uncomplicated.

A few years pass, and things start getting a little weird. He takes a mercenary job from some old man, only to be brought to a manor where the head of the household–a second old man–handily beats Wulf and the others with a cane. He begins to hear whispers of disappearances in the city, and buys better locks.

Then, one day, in the middle of a job hauling cargo, Wulf swears he sees– no, that doesn't make sense. This is halfway across the world from the Empire; there's no reason for any of these crates to be marked with the symbol of the Cerberus Assembly. He finishes the job, quits, and puts it out of his mind. He ignores the moon, which has begun to act much less moonlike than he'd like.

A week later, he hears about a group of newcomers attacked in the street by furniture, and writes that quarter of the city out of his immediate plans. His new route takes him past a fancy-looking manor with an H over the gate, and Wulf does a proper double-take, one morning, at the sight of a figure disappearing through the front door. Long white hair, blue and silver robes, elven ears. It couldn't be, though. He's imagining things. There is no reason for Ludinus Da'Leth to be here.

He writes it off as paranoia, and rubs at his arms all day.

A tower explodes, because of course it does. There are whispers of werewolves involved, of all things, and no matter how hot that sounds, he's not touching any of it with a ten foot pole.

He meets a robot in the market, the next day. It wishes him a smiley day and rolls away after a woman who looks more than half a corpse.

Wulf reevaluates his booze budget.

It's all bearable, he thinks over his fourth drink, as long as he doesn't get involved. Even if the Martinet himself is here animating silverware, it doesn't have to be his problem. There's no Astrid here to give him orders, and no Caleb to give him puppydog eyes.

He does miss the free pastries that came with being in proximity to the blue one, though. City this big, there's got to be a baker somewhere.

Eadwulf stumbles through the streets three sheets to the wind, following pointers from the locals into a dark alley. Odd place to find a patisserie, but he does call himself the Shadowbaker. Edgy-ass title. He must be pretty flexible to be able to bake with his head so far up his own ass, but Wulf won't be picky.

The Shadowbaker takes one look at him and goes so wide-eyed with surprise that, just for a fraction of a second, his disguise flickers.

The two of them stare at one another like a pair of skittish cats. Then Wulf turns on his heel without a word, finds his way to his landlady's door, and informs her that he'll be gone by Grissen.

#critical role #eadwulf grieve #do i really think the shadowbaker is essek? probably not. however #mine #mine:fic #mn #c3 #eadwulf

[ariadne-mouse]

Fjord matching swords with Eadwulf and saying coolly, "I really really am glad this is happening, I don't like you", landing two hits, Eadwulf snarling, "Well done!", and Fjord, still cool and dangerous, all "Are you excited? Hex Blade's Curse." Go off king

#that high charisma is its own weapon #fjord #eadwulf #critical role #c2e141 #c2 #op

[tangereendream]

flat ass/fat ass is the idea relationship which is why Essek and Wulf are perfect for each other

happy esswulf wednesday!

#happy esswulf wednesday #esswulf #wulfsek #shadowulf #essek thelyss #eadwulf grieve #eodwulf grieve #eadwulf #eodwulf #essek thelyss/eadwulf grieve #eadwulf grieve/essek thelyss #essek thelyss/eodwulf grieve #eodwulf grieve/essek thelyss #critical role #cr #critical role fanart #cr fanart #astrid beck

[flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop]

The glare Beau gives when Eadwulf attempts to flirt with Yasha is EVERYTHING.

#critical role #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #eadwulf #beauyasha

[ladynightshade30]

Overstimulation (Stone by Stone)

Author’s Notes: Takes place in the Alternate Universe where Ragnar arranges for Ivar and Eadwulf to be married in exchange for not raiding her father’s kingdom and land to farm. This occurs after Ivar and Eadwulf decide to start again after a very rocky start. Anyways, not really a fan of how this turned out. But my brain was scrambling for ideas on this one. Might revisit this in the main story and if so I hope I do a better job writing the scene. 

Ivar led Eadwulf to their room before attacking her mouth with his own as soon as the door closed. A soft moan escaped her as he pressed her against the door. Trailing kisses down her throat to the neckline of her dress. He started to tug slightly on the belt that encircled her waist before tossing it to the side. His hands started to tug the dress and underdress over her head until she was standing naked before him. Blue eyes flickered down her nude form, a grin forming on his face. 

“My beautiful wife,” he whispered, trailing his hands up her sides. 

Eadwulf flushed and trailed her hands up his arms before wrapping her arms around his neck. “My handsome husband.”

Ivar chuckled and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and steered her to the bed, slapping her on the rare as he did. Eadwulf giggled as she climbed onto the bed while Ivar stripped himself of his upper clothing before joining her on the bed. 

“On your back,” he ordered, slapping her on the butt again. 

“Yes, husband.”

Eadwulf settled on her back and spread her legs in welcome. Ivar grinned and lay between her legs, kissing and biting her neck. 

“Oh, I have been a bad husband,” he breathed against the skin of her stomach. “A very bad husband for ignoring you, my beautiful Christian.”

“Well, you aren’t now,” whispered Eadwulf. 

“No, I’m not now. Now I want to worship you. Adore you. Make you feel the pleasure that I have never given you before.”

“Ivar,” she said, pulling him up to look into her eyes. 

“Let me do this.”

“Yes,” she breathed, kissing him deeply. 

Ivar moaned into her mouth and balanced on one hand as the other trailed down her body, burying itself between her legs. His thumb fumbled until he found her nub, rubbing slow lazy circles against her. The action earned a low moan from her as he slid one of his fingers inside her. He stretched his finger until it reached the small bundle of nerves inside her. 

“There it is,” he breathed. “There’s the little bundle I was looking for.”

Eadwulf moaned and spread her legs wider, rolling her hips to the motions of his finger as it thrust in and out of her. Ivar twisted his hand a little and added another finger inside of her adding scissoring to the movements. 

“I want to see how many orgasms I can get out of you, dear wife, before I cum inside of you and make you mine again.”

Eadwulf sighed and nodded, arching her back off the bed as his fingers picked up speed. “Perhaps now we will have a child. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, Ivar, to mark the start of our new relationship with the conception of our child?”

Ivar shuddered at the idea and pressed a harsh kiss to her mouth. “Yes, that is all I want. A child, a hundred children, and you.”

“Good. Because that is all, I want. Children and you. No one else.”

Ivar grinned and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He stopped his fingers' repetitive and quick movements, leaving them inside her. She groaned in protest only to have Ivar laugh softly and make small movements with his fingers, rubbing them against the spot. She cried out as tremors shook her body and came on his fingers arching her back off the bed. 

“Did you enjoy that wife?” 

“Yes,” Eadwulf panted. 

“I hope you aren’t tired already, wife.”

“No, not tired.”

“Good because there is more where that came from far more.”

Eadwulf moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That sounds amazing.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Ivar slowly slid down her body, leaving small kisses and nips as he went until he reached the light curls between her legs. He kissed them gently and nuzzled his nose into them, nudging it between her folds. 

“There it is,” he breathed, nudging the little nub with his nose and giving her a lazy, slow lick.

“Ivar!”

Ivar chuckled softly and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her forward so he could fully bury his face between her legs. He drank from her like a man dying of thirst, making her cum again. 

“Ivar, please,” she breathed, tears streaming down her face. “No more.”

“Did I not promise to worship you?” The man chuckled softly and crawled up her body, settling his hips between her thighs before he pushed his pants down his hips. “One more and then we will be done for the night. You have my word.”

“One more,” she breathed as he thrust inside of her. “Give me your seed.”

“Oh, I am going to make sure you milk me until there is nothing more for me to give to you.”

@youbloodymadgenius

#Ivar #Ivar the boneless #Vikings #vikings tv show #vikings tv series #Eadwulf #Ivar/Eadwulf #Overstimulation #Kinktober 2022

[octhoughtsbyjam]

When you take your pet depressed vampire to the club but he INSISTS on wearing short shorts… and those legs haven’t seen the sun since 1066…

Posting art here again so I have a better (less visible) archive than my instagram for my cringe OCs

#oc: Siobhan #Siobhan #Siobhan Monaghan #oc: Eadwulf #Eadwulf #Eadwulf Hastings #really wish I could write about these two but silly little doodles will have to do for now

[bookbarf]

Odd Blood by Azalea Crowley is what we do in the shadows self insert fan fic, right? Like I’m not complaining because I’m a quarter of the way in and am enjoying it but Eadwulf is very Nandor coded, no?

#odd blood #azalea Crowley #booktok #book tumblr #what we do in the shadows #eadwulf #Josephine pajimula #nandor the relentless

[merry-moss]

#Critical Role clip #Caleb Widowgast #Astrid #Eadwulf #medallions #Lucien #Eyes of Nine

[bitchfitch]

I'm doing the pages of that comic out of order bc if I don't I will lose steam right at the end and never finish it, and like I do with all my longer comics I have a post on my test blog that I'm updating as I go to just. be able to see everything in context.

and page 2 being immediately followed by page ten. is extremely funny .

man has sex then fails to kill himself.

(there's two copies of the screenshot just to make the post shorter)

#suicide mention #adi #eadwulf

[promptydompty]

To keep it all in one place I’ll also post my promptless prep as well. Starting with a short scene set 3 years before the planned novel.

It is only as the snow storm clears and the wind dies down that the scene reveals itself. The knight can recognise parts of his men, but nothing more. Gaspard’s cuirass, conspicuous for the snarling face of the Beast Father he’d had engraved upon it, lies discarded in the snow near his feet. It would not be like him to shed his armour, and yet here it is. It is only as the knight kicks it and it shifts on the snowdrift, the movement loosening its buckle, that he understands why. Within the cuirass is Gaspard’s torso. Lower body, arms and neck all removed and a hunk of meat, bloody and ripped ragged, is all that remains. He feels as if he should scream, or vomit, or do something. Instead he stares, still and unmoving. It is the shock, perhaps. The wound upon his chest is hot, blood gathers at the crack in his breastplate, steaming in the cold air, and drips down, landing in the snow with a hiss. But he can still breathe. The wound is serious, but not fatal. It will leave an impressive scar, but he has survived worse. The perfect mid ground for confusion to set in and impair his choices. Or so he’d been told by a physician once, anyway.

There is silence on the mountain. Their assailants have fled. Neither man nor beast, but something the knight shudders to think on. He pushes it from his mind as the silence births another realisation. There is no sound from his men either. No solitary groan, no clink of armour. Scattered limbs are truly all that remain. His resolve nearly breaks. A sharp intake of breath, a hiss in the air as the heaving in his chest sends more blood dripping onto the snow. Movement returns to his limbs slowly, a statue slowly becoming flesh once more. His heavy trudge leaves powdery white footprints. More conspicuous than he’d like, but they will not pursue him now. His mind has already picked over the many reasons why he is the sole survivor. It is not thanks to his skill - every man among their company is as skilled a swordsman as he is. Was, he corrects himself. Neither is it luck. It is not luck to see men you consider - considered - friends butchered before you. It is a message. No survivors would leave the cause of the massacre a mystery. But he saw it. He felt it. Their eyes, cloudy and glazed over. The shambling movements. The coldness of flesh drained of all life. He must warn the duke of what he has seen. They want him to warn the duke of what he has seen. And after that? He looks skyward. I pray they throw me to the wolves.

#General prep #Promptless #Eadwulf

[tarydarrington]

late to the party cause timezones are a bitch so i dunno if you've already done these but i am intrigued by shadowidoking* & thelyss stone or if you have done them, which one has somebody not asked about that you are frothing at the mouth to talk about?

i am even later getting to this thanks to canon(ish) domestic shadowgast deactivating my brain for a little bit

I did answer shadowidoking* here and thelyss stone here, soooo have a little bit of my favorite child Ill Met by Moonlight:

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They could probably use the series of ropes to reach the windowsill, and from there shimmy down the bricks of the wall to the top of the nearest bookcase and climb down the shelves. That would be the fastest way down, and the one the intruder would be least likely to check. It’s just Essek, though, and he doesn’t feel like breaking an ankle tonight, so…

“Take the stairs,” he grunts to Ilse. “He’s not looking, anyway. I’ll catch up in a minute.”

There’s not even a hint of skepticism in Ilse’s nod, and he shakes his head as she goes. The blind obedience is too familiar.

He could drag the elf in. Sure, he could. They outnumber him, they have the element of surprise, and this is their home field. It would be the easiest way to handle this mess.

Of course, he doesn’t have a single friend who would forgive him for it. That might mean he doesn’t have a single friend at all, really, but he doesn’t have the time to brood.

Between two fingers, Wulf stretches a length of copper wire.

“Hey,” he grunts. “Act natural. Look up.”

Eadwulf watches Essek freeze, then subtly cast a glance around the rafters. When at last he lands on the right spot, Wulf shoots him a gesture he hopes accurately conveys the proper depth of ‘what the fuck?’

Essek has the nerve to return a similar gesture, and Wulf feels the sudden urge to let Ilse have him. Instead, he grinds his teeth and hangs onto the spell.

“Not alone. Don’t hurt her.” He nods in Ilse’s direction and watches Essek’s gaze follow. “Follow my lead.”

The spell nearly dissipates after a moment of silence, but he grabs onto it at the last second. “This is a pain in my ass, I hope you know that.” And it goes. With a heavy sigh, Wulf slinks toward the stairs.

#this one is So close to done. i think there are only two or three little gaps to fill in #but unfortunately it also needs a very inconvenient amount of editing #eadwulf #essek #mn #wip title ask meme #asks #jaskofalltrades #thank you jaaask <3 #wip tag

[its-your-mind]

The Mighty Nein as textposts 5/???

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr2 #c2 #cr shitpost #cr textposts #beauyasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #fjord stone #kingsley tealeaf #astrid becke #eadwulf grieve

[shrugsinchinese]

Older Wulfstrid is a yaoi couple in a yuri kind of way

#hey siri what is the word for a depraved bisexual situationship #they finally allow themselves to be a little silly #Eadwulf proposes like 183 times but Astrid always refuses #I just think it would be funny if they married like a decade after the shadowgast wedding #Astrid intentionally keeps her hair messy so Wulf will come along to brush it (she will be in the grave before she admits that) #critical role #critical role fanart #sturm und drang #astrid beck #eadwulf grieve #wulfstrid #imagine two wizards #wish people would give Wulf some more credit he’s actually smart but no one cares enough to talk about spells with him #i know Matt and Liam/Caleb care about Wulf but ​he always feels like an afterthought in c2 :(((