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ultramagicalternate · 5 months

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ULTRAMagic Interlude Chapter 6

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Brenna was waiting patiently by her truck for Blood-Wraith. She had woken up early that day to get everything set for the journey. “There you are. Ready to go?”

Blood-Wraith took a second to catch his breath as he leaned on Voidborne. “Yup, I just had to say bye to everyone. Vex is looking after the house, Kresimira is worried for me, and I’m concerned about Desislav…”

She nodded. “Yeah, poor guy has a lot on his mind. I wouldn’t worry too much though. Drago will take care of him.”

“Haha! Ha! Wait for me!” Auda called out as she ran up. “I’m all ready to go, Brenna, Ma’am!”

Brenna laughed. “Good to hear. Now let’s get moving.”

“Hey, Auda. Did Sigmund and Tusk change their minds?” Blood-Wraith asked as he climbed up into the truck.

“Hehe, nope. I snuck out. Now let’s go before my parents show up.” She quickly shut the door and sat down.

“You sneaky little rogue, you. I figured that was the case” Brenna remarked as she started the engine. The truck roared to life. “What’s in the backpack?” She asked as she began driving.

Auda brought her pack to her legs. “Oh, just some stuff. I brought a compass, a first-aid kit, some snacks, water, some tools, books, a blanket, and a light crystal. Also this special stone that can take me back to the forest in case something bad happens.”

“Huh… should I have brought a little more myself?” Blood-Wraith wondered.

As the truck pulled away into the horizon, Tusk with Auda’s parents rushed to The Singing Storm Tower. They were too late. Englehart recognized their plight and assured them that Brenna would make sure Auda came home safe and sound. Auda’s mother, Cordelia, was beside herself in worry. Skari, Auda’s father, took the opportunity to ask about Blood-Wraith and the others. The King was more than happy to answer whatever questions the two had. It was the least he could do.

Riding in Brenna’s truck was interesting. It was a lot bumpier than Blood-Wraith initially thought it would be. Auda was thrilled to see all the sights pass by them. She knew the Unlight was big, but she had no idea it was this big. They reached the Northern Living Ocean and Proteus raised the highway once again. Midway through, he stopped them for a quick chat. He was happy to see Blood-Wraith again and was dying to properly meet Brenna. Once everyone had stretched their legs, they were back on the road again.

The truck made its way into the Deep Unlight and carried on without a problem. Blood-Wraith looked out the window and could see a giant woman in the distance, waving at them. He waved back as she felt incredibly familiar. After some more traveling and Auda getting bored, they finally arrived at their destination. Getting out of the truck, they beheld the Magician’s Labyrinth. It was an incomprehensibly large structure that looked like an ever shifting amalgamation of towers and fortresses. An imposing, great wall surrounded it as it gave off a foreboding feeling. Everyone was a little nervous and hesitant to move forward.

While Brenna looked for an entrance, Blood-Wraith explored the area. There was not much aside from dusty rocks, but then he spotted something that caught him off guard. “No way, Val!?”

A sullen angel in dark armor was sitting on a large rock. Her long, silver hair was flowing in the wind. She felt poorly, but her heart skipped a beat when she heard a familiar voice. “Blood-Wraith?”

“Val! Hey Val! It’s been a while!” Blood-Wraith exclaimed as he ran over to her. He tried to hug her, but the armor was getting in the way.

“Blood, it’s been so long…”

Brenna and Auda came by, searching. “Hey Blood!? Where are you? I think I found an entrance” Brenna called out. “Ah, there you are… Who’s this?”

“Brenna, Auda, this is Valentina. She’s the dark angel who gave me my one Alchemy book. Unfortunately she had to go fight the good fight a couple of weeks ago…”

“Um, Blood? About that…”

“Yes? What’s up, Val?”

Valentina’s armor turned into robes, allowing her to hug Blood-Wraith tightly. “Blood, I was so worried about you, Drago, and the others!” It seemed like she was about to cry.

“Val, what’s going on?”

She set him down. “I’m sorry. It’s just that it’s been roughly twenty years since I last came here.”

This took a second for Blood-Wraith to process. “Wait…what? But… but… I literally saw you right before the battle with the Lich!”

Brenna realized the boy’s confusion and stepped in. “It’s alright, Blood. I don’t know if this has been explained to you yet, but… hum, how do I… you know how wonky time is when you go out exploring? Despite us experiencing time, the Cosmos itself is timeless. That technically applies to the Unlight. Now other realms have their own time, leading to a phenomenon we call time desync. Someone outside the Unlight could visit and come back ten years later, but for us it’d be like they were only gone for ten minutes.”

“Oh my goodness… So uh, how did things go on your end, Val?” Blood-Wraith nervously asked.

Valentina sighed as her armor came back. “We won, but it took longer than I thought it would. It left me with a lot of thoughts and feelings, which would result in me leaving Heaven…”

Blood-Wraith gasped in shock. “You weren’t kicked out, were you?!”

“Oh no no no! Don’t worry, sweetie, I left of my own accord. I just felt that I needed to broaden my horizons. Things have definitely been interesting since then. And I have been keeping up with Achasiah, don’t you worry.”

“Okay, that’s a relief…”

The dark angel looked at the labyrinth. “Say, Blood, What are you doing out here, if you don’t mind me asking? It’s pretty dangerous.”

Brenna cleared her throat and puffed out her chest. “Now that’s official Iron City Royal Guard business, your eminence… but you’re Blood’s friend, so I don’t mind divulging: We’re here to find Duchess Rose Raynot and Thora Willfort.”

“Yeah! Grandma is close by, I can kind of sense it” Auda stated.

Valentina stepped over to her. “Auda, was it? My goodness, you have such beautiful hair…”

Auda giggled. “Thank you! My mom says I get it from my grandparents.”

“She’s Tusk’s niece, Val” Blood-Wraith pointed out.

“How wonderful. Now children, the Labyrinth is not to be taken lightly. Would you perhaps happen to have room for one more in your group?”

Blood-Wraith got excited. “Absolutely! I mean… Brenna? What do you say?”

“Sure. She seems capable enough… I just need to figure out the entrance I found though.”

“Well that’s not good,” Valentina noted. “Here, show me where it is and I’ll see what I can do.”

Brenna showed her to a glass-panel-like door. It resembled the stained glass of a cathedral and was quite beautiful. Valentina thought for a second with a couple of ideas floating around her mind. The idea she settled on was simple: song. There were no words, but Valentina created the most melodic sounds from her throat. The door sang back. The resulting harmonization brought a tear to everyone else’s eyes over how amazing it was. Upon the song’s conclusion, the door opened and a pathway extended to the group. With renewed vigor, the group entered and began their quest.

Things were not so easy-going for Dragoslava back at the Iron City. Desislav had offered to make the two lunches, but it was taking longer than expected. At first she figured her boyfriend was just experimenting. This was called into question when pots and pans began banging around. Then came the profanities. Dragoslava was about to get up, but hesitated. What if she made things worse? After a particularly loud crash, she decided it was time to intervene.

“Desislav! What’s going on?”

“Drago… I just… It’s just…” He stumbled over his words, then growled. “THIS STUPID RECIPE WON’T WORK! GOD, I CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT, CAN I?!”

“Okay, easy, easy. What are you trying to make?”

He grumbled. “I just wanted to make you a vegetable dish that my mom used to make AND I CAN’T MAKE IT WORK!”

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s no big deal, we’ll just have something else…”

“Something else? SOMETHING ELSE?!”

“Yes?”

“NO!! I HAVE TO GET THIS RIGHT! WHAT GOOD AM I IF I CAN’T EVEN COOK DAMN VEGETABLES!?” Desislav chucked a pot out of a window.

Dragoslava was shaken up from that, but took a deep breath. “Why are you acting like this? What’s gotten into you?”

“EVERYTHING!!!” He paused. “I… I’m sorry…”

Truth be told, Dragoslava was on the verge of tears. She could not back down though, as she knew something great was bothering him. “Damn it, Desislav! If this is about the Metal Oasis, you need to stop beating yourself up over that!”

“And why should I?! I failed you and I failed Blood…”

“No you didn’t! We were legitimately outplayed by the Lich!”

“WE NEARLY DIED!” He shouted.

“SO WHAT!?!” She screamed back. “Shit happens! Why are you dwelling on this!? We almost died, big whoop! We train and get stronger!”

“WE DID THAT! AND THEN EKATERINA NAERLY BEASTED US! I HAD TO CHEAT TO SAVE YOU! I’M A USELESS GOOD FOR NOTHING!!”

Dragoslava had an idea where he was getting this toxic mindset from. “I overheard you a couple of days ago! If this is about your loser father, stop it! Ignore people like him! He’s just jealous of what you achieved…”

This was interrupted by Desislav roaring as loud as he could and smashing the kitchen countertop, utterly destroying it. He then broke down into tears. Dragoslava immediately went to his side and hugged him. This allowed him to eventually calm down, even though he was still upset. Desislav was confused by this. Dragoslava was right there, bearing the brunt of his turmoil. Why? It was not her burden. All of this was his problem that he did not have an answer for… or at least, not one that he was satisfied with.

“Why are you still here? After all that?” Desislav asked.

“Because I’m here for you. I am here for you no matter what. I’m not going to abandon you like that. I’m Dragoslava the Indomitable after all!”

Desislav gave a weak chuckle. “Even in the face of my nonsense?”

“Hey, HEY! It’s not nonsense, alright?” Dragoslava wiped a tear from her cheek. “Look, back when I was a girl, my dad would have moments when he’d break down and cry. It hurt to see him like that, but then mom would always be there for him. I didn’t fully realize it back then, but when you love someone, you have to be there for them. You need to let them know things will be alright. I didn’t want to see dad hurt and I'm not about to let you hurt.”

Desislav smiled and hugged Dragoslava back. “Thank you, Drago. It still hurts though…”

“Yeah, that tends to happen. I still haven’t gotten over Ethor’s death…”

Something weird came over Desislav… “Dragy, you need to let it go… oh my, where did that come from?”

“Dragy? How did you…” It was bizarre as that was Ethor’s nickname for her, but then she had an idea. “Hey, if you still feel weak, let’s train you to be an ULTRAMagic mage!

“Jeez, I don’t know, Drago…”

“Shut up and take my fragment, goat boy!” Desislav laughed as Dragoslava produced a blue flame that flew into his chest. This made him feel a lot better.

Next: Chapter 7

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unhingedera · 2 years

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i’ve not written in fucking forever because my schedule has been hectic but i wouldn’t miss this one so, happy birthday @ctrldchaos! it’s been so fun writing with you and i am honored with the fact that you welcome with my dumbass children with open arms. you the coolest bro 🥺😎

#sKARI thoughts

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47crayons · 3 years

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THE WICKED WITHIN—A COMIC SANS WIP REINTRO

!!!!! it's here :D the wip that started to consume me and has been continuing to do so since, now with a much better sense of what exactly is Happening

current tww taglist let me know to be +/- !! @a-completely-normal-writer @writing-is-a-martial-art @wannabeauthorzofija @magic-is-something-we-create @croctears @writeblrfantasy @opes-magnas @author-a-holmes @zoya-writes@fuyugomori @ink-fireplace-coffee

transcript is under the cut!!!

[transcript: a powerpoint presentation of black text on white background, written entirely in comic sans.

start slide one the top left corner reads in red, "warnings (most relevant) war, death, drugs (& addiction), poison". in the center, "the wicked within", and underneath it in smaller font, "a comic sans reintro by @47crayons". the comments around the entire slide read "a family that is so found!!!", "gang rivalry :D and gang content in general", "crime found family basically", "childhood friends to STILL FRIENDS", "all queer cast :p", "eat the rich (not quite, but it’s the right sentiment aldskjfls)", "kickass women, yeah bay bee", "nuanced relationships between different groups :D", "morally grey characters!!!", "so many different governments!!!", "a (mostly alsjflksdj) stable relationship!!!" end slide one

start slide two in the beginning of time… there were four gods: eltenjer, he/him, earth; skari, he/him, fire; aenged, they/them, air; thilda, she/her, water. i didn’t /mean/ for them to have genders, but a quiet breeze whispered “psst. i use they/them.” in the beginning? so you mean… they’re not there anymore? kind of! the gods need followers to survive, and after several unfortunate events, they lost the majority of their followers. the aforementioned unfortunate events: the great ruination, in which natural disasters caused several years of famine and other hardship. the restoration era, in which renovation led people to believe they can live without the gods. if the gods are dead, what’s the point? the gods aren’t /really/ dead, closer to dormant. they can’t actively interact with the mortal realm, but IF they had followers, they would come back to life. oh. did i mention that they control the magic. end slide two

start slide three the dormant gods who can't do... anything control the magic??? hey, no one said magic always has to work. foreshadowing alert huge foreshadowing alert. let’s talk about how magic works, shall we :D people use the Spirit to do magic. people have a Vessel (representation of stamina or how much Sprit can be used at once, can be trained!). people also have a Strength (a type of magic that works well with the user, these have varying frequencies which also depends on location). there’s too much i could say here, but the important thing is the main characters’ Strengths. the right depicts an image of a flowchart showing that gods need followers and produce sprit. people need spirit to do magic. end slide three

start slide four okay but where are we??? where could the magic be so fucked? well, here, of course! the left side shows a line art map, split into five parts going clockwise: portingdale, worchester, the hooks, elderwood, unlabeled. the legend shows that there are mountains in portingdale, forests in elderwood, and rivers that run from portingdale to everywhere else. the place where the four labeled regions meet is called the Inner City. the text on the right reads. welcome to Kjer! there are 3 districts. but wait! there are five? sections? and one isn’t even labelled. worchester used to be a district,,, but it left after the war began. the unlabeled section is the disputed region (re: war). let’s talk more about this war. elderwood wanted easier access to water (see: the rivers in the Wetlands) elderwood & portingdale have been fighting there on and off for over half a century. the hooks has three wards: west (hella rich), south (lower income), north (somewhere in between). end slide four

start slide five whomst. skip to the next slide if you want the actual characters. character basics: the unnecessarily-winded-and-cram-a-lot-of-lore-in version. in the North Ward of The Hooks, there are three main gangs. Kaer Styen, meaning “wicked ones”, Ghetfaer Skarnen, meaning “trickster lords”, Ad Knesten, meaning “the grumbles”. that was so many capital letters i don’t like capital letters alskjdflksjd. they have rivalries and conflicts from time to time, but it’s pretty rare. the tww cast is kaer styen !!! their main means of profit is a drug called jezdin. relieves physical and mental pain. lethal in high. quantities/ when tampered with. can also be addictive. they operate out of a dingy tavern-like building, and they live upstairs!!! okay so this is purely for vibes. how did u know. end slide five

start slide six the Gang. literally :3 Kaer Styen, my beloved. the first thing in each of their bios is their Strength (re: the magic slide). artbreeders!!! i fixed quite a few of them, but my artbreeder skills are questionable at best. this slide is split into three columns. the first column shows a white person with short, brown, curly hair and a firm, but not angry, facial expression. len, he/him, pan. Shifter (can manipulate physical properties). cynical, very cynical (because he has killer instincts). “oh people are dying? am i dying? are you dying? why should i care?” in a relationship with cal. the second column shows a person who appears east asian with long, black, wavy hair and fair skin. chloe, she/her, aroace. Chemist (chemistry but magical). literal archery god. also she’s so quiet it’s SCARY. seems welcoming, emphasis on /seems/ she’ll destroy your ass. knows what you’re feeling. she just. knows. the third column shows a white person with dirty blonde hair. they are smiling. cal, they/them, bi. Whisperer (can persuade others through speech/music). so casually funny all your burdens disappear for a hot minute. gets very attached very deeply. grew up in Portingdale which becomes Important later. end slide six

start slide seven cont. also they have piercings!!!! maybe i will make some picrews later (listen, i KNOW i’ve said this before but. maybe i’m for realsies this time, okay?) this slide is also split into three columns. the first a smiling white female with light blonde hair. eden, she/her?, demi lesbian. Healer (healing magic <3). seen hell and doesn’t want others to suffer. still believes in the gods’ existence. we Don’t talk about her awful parents. raised by a lovely woman in the South Ward, known as Nana. this eye (left) is almost PURPLE which i didn’t do on purpose but is honestly such a cool idea. the second column shows a partially smiling black man with short curly hair. jereth, he/him, gay. powerful life magic thing (will be spoilers if i talk any more). joins them at the beginning. honestly kind of scared of them (who wouldn’t be), but wants to live up to expectations. throws himself into stuff to avoid Thoughts. the third column shows a woman with brown skin, black wavy hair, and a small smile. she is NOT a member of Kaer Styen, but i’m talking about her here all the same. adalaide, she/her, bi (i didn’t like the e in adelaide alskdfjlsj). Melder (metals and the like). heir to the Portingdale throne (assuming her dad doesn’t disown her). Cal’s ex from a few~ years ago she’s still a lil’ hung up on them. technically an antagonist but i love her. so all my characters are queer sue me </3 end slide seven

start slide eight some semblance of plot? coming right up!! the four (jereth isn’t there yet!) are attacked in the Inner City. turns out it’s portingdale soldiers. and then they discover that portingdale has been poisoning the southern rivers (affects worchester and the south ward) because worchester doesn’t really contribute to Kjer as a whole. word gets out, and elderwood, naturally, is even angrier at portingdale (remember, they've been at war). so, they try to stop portingdale from being power hungry enough to poison the entirety of a country while learning about why worchester is so isolated while ALSO trying not to get killed by everyone who hates them. end slide eight

start slide nine memes :> the first is the meme of spongebob reading a sheet of paper and burning it. the paper reads, "going into worchester by yourself is going to get you KILLED", and spongebob is labelled "chloe". the second is the levels of brain template labelled "jereth". from the weakest to most powerful: "trying to figure out his magic", "doing it by accident", "saving everyone's lives". the third is the sleeping person and brain meme. brain: "you're going to portingdale". cal: yeah, i know. brain: you'll see adalaide. cal's eyes are wide open in fear. the fourth says "corporate needs you to find the difference between this image and this image". the first image says, "family", and the second one says, "len, chloe, cal, jereth." eden says, "they're the same picture". the fifth is the spiderman copycat meme where jereth is copying len. end slide nine

/end transcript]

#rbs very much appreciated!!#the wicked within #tww reintro #writeblr #writing #wip #rose writes

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rinitachan · 2 years

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HELLO!!! For the color ask 😄 orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so? yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

HI!!! Thank you for the question, arty!

orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?

Well, I used to really want to have different colored ones. I did because I thought my natural eye color, dark brown, was “really boring” because I also had dark brown hair too. However, I’ve come to love my eyes, I’ve even tried different colors with photo filters and none of them look right. But if I had to pick a different color, I might go with hazel or green because they’re kinda neat.

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

I greatly enjoy Katy Towell’s artwork and original Skary Childrin short stories, I even own her novel Skary Childrin and the Carousel of Sorrow, which is a good read and the illustrations are also quite nice. But I’d also say that yours is under-appreciated, arty!

If anyone else is reading this who is unfamiliar with arty, you can find her at @artynerdart23 for artwork and her main blog @artynerd23 I highly recommend her!

#ask meme #ask me anything #answered

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jamie-hayter · 5 months

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i got a new laptop today and had to make that aj lee pop 2023 gifset to see how good my photoshop is and oh my god it made such a difference

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club-penguin-said-gay-rights · 4 years

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The quarantine post just reminded me how much I love skary and how much it hurts that there isnt much of it :] anyways uh, how was your day-

iT’S SO UNDERRATED! a lot of people on the server love skary (i love it as well. underrated fav.) so i thought i’d put it out there. i’m happy it made you smile :0

also my day was fine ty :)

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honestsycrets · 5 years

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Drunken Words V

Gif credit: Mine

In many ways, Hvitserk reminded you of your father Vapnir. Both lean, swift berserkers could be playful and sweet. Your father was aged by his time raiding and capturing-- and he had someone else on his mind to capture.

“Fadir...” You look to him, moving in despite the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Where is he?” He asks, sweeping through the room quickly. His eyes lock upon Ubbe in the room, tilting his head just so slightly to the right, twitching in his agitation. Ubbe’s hand rests upon his nephews plump little butt.

“Vapnir.” He takes a breath as if to go on before Vapnir leans in with his grey eyes brewing dreams of Hvitserk’s slaughter.

“Where is he?” He asks in something of a statement.

“He is not here. We can’t find him.” Ubbe answers truthfully. It doesn’t hurt him to be honest either. You rush to his side, clinging on his elbow like any little girl. The calm filters through Vapnir’s body when you do so. Before you can speak any farther, he combs his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t worry.” He says. “Fadir will fix it.”

With that, he turns his harsh eyes back to the door. He is a hunter as much as Ragnar, as much as Ubbe. You know that he will not stop until he has ran through Hvitserk on his sword. He was a natural protector of your honor. Hvitserk’s drunken words had gotten around town.

“Please--”

“No matter what Bjorn says, it isn’t natural that a man should sleep around on his wife.” He begins to rant. You interject again, insisting that he listen. He does no such thing, jerking his hand against the plank of wood stripped across the door. “After I have ran him through, he will go to Nidhoggr to deal with his treatment.”

You chase him to the doorway of your home, finally gasping out your complaint. “Fadir I gave birth to his child!”

His grip on the door loosens altogether. Unbelievably his eyes take you in before snapping to Ubbe whose pale hands pat Skari’s back. “I am a grandfather?”

Whatever the rage he came into Kattegat for, his eyes glitter like the sun beating off the sea. You’re just as delighted to see the pride his words. You nod eagerly. “To a little boy.”

A boy. He glances to Ubbe as if to ask if that was him. You give him a nod of agreement and so he moves forward, removing the infant from Ubbe’s shoulder to his own chest. Little Skari whines against his grandfather for some short time while he rocks him back and forth around the room, never more in love since the day he held you in his toned arms once upon a time.

“That means I can’t spill his guts, can I, little…”

“Skari.” You answer.

“Skari.” He flicks his head for Ubbe to move and takes his seat, axe and sword clinking over the chair. Instead he brings his axe over his side. He shifts to drape his axe across his lap while resting in his grandparent bliss.

“Then I will beat him. But your mother cannot stay here.” He sighs, draping back his head. “So what is the solution, hm?”

If it is invitation to speak, you’re not sure. Kattegat has become your home over the last few years. You would miss the Fjord on the horizon, your cozy little home and the family you grew close to over the time Hvitserk became so enthralled in you. You suppose it is true-- the affections of men never stayed long at all. Even with such little women, he was a prince. He could surely find another.

“You can come home or find an earl to marry.” He suggests at long last. “Gather your things.”

You notice a cluster of your father’s men picking up a chest to set on your shared marital bed with Hvitserk. They encourage you to hurry up and leave despite the fact that no, you don’t want to leave the place you called home. It’s almost hopeless for you when you realize that you can’t exactly speak against a well respected man like your father. All you can do is declare yourself divorced from Hvitserk, go home and start over again. You shift, looking to the men folding your clothes lazily like only the hands of a man could.

“She can marry me.” Ubbe speaks walks forward to your father, standing with his legs lazily spread apart. He holds his hands in front of his body. Vapnir lacks the humor for Ubbe’s so deemed joke.

“You’re eager to steal your brother’s wife.” Vapnir says, pushing up in his chair with his axe in his hand. He presses the sharpened edge against Ubbe’s sternum, leaning in with his grandson in arm. “Why is that?”

“Fadir.” You cut in like you have been trying to do all day. That was how it always was when you were with your father. Father, please don’t do this.

“Shh.” He hisses.

“I might desire her.” Ubbe shifts annoyed with the prospect of answering. Vapnir seems to accept the answer when he flips the axe around so that the thickest potion prods his chest. He leans back on the heels of his boots as if inspecting his newest potential son in law.

“Yeah?” Vapnir breathes a low draw, a thready hiss on his tongue. “That’s good.”

Less than a moment later, the butt of his axe connects with the shaved down side of Ubbe’s head. Ubbe drops like a heavy weight just as an unholy squeal slips from your lips. Little Skari reflects your fearful noise. Vapnir replaces his axe on his belt, rocking his grandson with great pride.

“Fadir you beat him!” You collapse in front of Ubbe, dragging his head onto your lap. Vapnir motions a thrall to fetch some of the water and a cloth for you to use as you lean over him, pressing your fingers to the side of his neck to ensure he was breathing still.

“He isn’t dead. What did you really think I would let the sons of Ragnar catch you in your nakedness?” He means the moment by the waterfall, you quickly realize.

“How did you know about that, fadir?” You ask, stroking your thumbs over his ruddy beard.

“I have my own Muninn and Huginn, (Y/N).” He hands off his grandson to a thrall. You wonder-- just who that little Muninn or Huginn might be. Vapnir’s calloused hand falls on the top of his pommel, a sneer on his slender lips. “I have a snake to find.”

“How long are you going to take?” Ivar can move incredibly fast-- but it is always a struggle to do so when men could simply walk in front of him.

“I’ll fucking get there.” He grits his teeth together. His hands are chill with the mud coating his fingers, losing his grip on every rock he tries to take. The brothers had no luck tracking Hvitserk. Largely because of just how long it was taking in the muck and rain of the evening. Sigurd kneels before his little brother.

“Come.” He says, alternating his fluffy blond hair over one shoulder. Beside him, Skane reaches his tattooed hand over to assist Ivar and Sigurd locked as if they were two very hateful insects stuck together. Sigurd shoves himself up on two feet, grunting this time.

“Where should we look now?”

They had thought this dark forest was their best guess. Yet it is eerily quiet with their presence as it has been for some time. At long last-- there is a break between the muddy and weighed down steps when they get to the cabin secluded at the top of the hill. It’s closed-- but a wamth spills against the heavy doors. He must have been here. Sigurd leans in so that Ivar might knock upon the door. The door opens but a creak-- and low and behold, Hvitserk does answer.

“Did Vapnir follow you?” He asks, a fat clump of slushy mud still on the top of his head.

“Yes, we just decided to lead him right to your skinny ass, Hvitserk.” Ivar snarks. The door spreads apart a second later to reveal the sight of not one, but two women sitting on the bed in thin nightgowns. Ivar looks over to Skane who stands like a great wall-- unmoved by thing one and thing two’s mischievous little giggles.

“Then again. Maybe I should have.”

Hvitserk allows for his brothers and Sigurd’s strange friend to come in, looking back to the twins.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Hvitserk closes the door behind his brothers, bare muscles flexing. Sigurd drops Ivar into a chair before he sits upon the bed by the giggling girls.

“Oh yes it is!” One says. “Don’t lie!”

“You promised to marry us!”

Skane spits upon the floor at Hvitserk’s feet.

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#Hvitserk x Reader #Hvitty x Reader #Hvitserk/Reader #Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader #Hvitserk x Reader x Ubbe #Ubbe x Reader #Ubbe/Reader #Vikings imagines #Vikings imagine #honestsycrets

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space-unicorn-dot · 5 years

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About the Character

Tagged by @farcryfuckmeup! Que the I love Alastar, but sharing him is skary, so pls be gentle, I’m protective. For his sake, too. He’s a lil sensitive and he’s got plenty enough reasons to be between a shitty ex and now this Cult threatening doomsday on everyone, so we’re gonna go ahead and smack a TW for sexual assault on this puppy cause I need to talk about it for once instead of leaving it in the subtext of his character.

It’s why I’m so damn protective of him.

Far Cry 5 Deputy OC!!

Your muse’s name: Alastar McNamara

One favorite picture/face claim of your muse: Colin Farrell

Two headcanons you have for your muse

Alastar moved to Hope County about six years prior to the events of the game from New York City, so there was definitely a bit of a cultural learning curve, if you will. Honestly never would’ve guessed him to be the SUV kind of guy, and neither would he - before he moved to Hope County. But he bought that red 2011 Kimberlite 4WD SUV and she still runs like a champ. Cult threat included. It’s been a cornerstone for many camping trips with Joey, and BBQs out with folks from Fall’s End and little Department events with him, Pratt, Hudson, and Whitehorse many times in her faithful service.

He was raised by his grandparents Catholic, but hasn’t ever exactly been devout. That being said, you could still locate a rosary and a bible in the top drawer of his desk. He semi-quickly became quiet friends with Pastor Jerome Jeffires, and, while he may not have been present every Sunday, or even all that often, he was always welcome, and, occasionally, he did show up. Jerome never made him give a reason - for showing or not, and never pushed him away for his absences, and, for that, Alastar will never be able to thank him enough.

Seven people your muse loves/likes

Joey Hudson. My accidental and beloved ship cause she deserves more love, anyway. He quickly admired her determination, confidence, and take-no-shit attitude, but, when a little more than friendship became mutual, she never rushed him, and, honestly, Alastar hadn’t really ever thought he’d feel that comfortable being with someone ever again. She’s an utter badass that could kick his ass any day and he knows it, swears to it, but she also cares, even if she’s not the most open book about it.

Earl Whitehorse. Cause you can’t tell me he isn’t the Work Dad. Alastar looks up to and respects him for welcoming him to the Sheriff’s Department and helping him settle in and adjust after spending the majority of his life working in a major city. Law enforcement was just a little too familiar to leave completely behind though.

Nick and Kim Rye, cause I 500% agree they’re a package deal, and Alastar was just ??? admittedly so overwhelmed how quickly he was treated like family? And him and Nick love to give shit to one another, but he also spends a lot of time checking in with Kim. The trio are just really close, tight friends. He’d give his life in the blink of an eye for any of the Ryes, little Carmina included.

Eli Palmer. Alastar will probably always say he didn’t have to go out of his way to do what he did, saving him from Jacob, always looking out for him with the Whitetails, accepting him so readily and making sure he felt that. Fighting back against the Cult was hell, especially by the time he’d met Eli. Losing him wasn’t - and still isn’t - easy on him. He wouldn’t have blamed Tammy for putting a bullet in him. He really wouldn’t.

Jerome Jeffries. I already sorta touched on this, but Alastar is endlessly appreciative of their quiet friendship, and his compassion for others is inspiring.

Peaches. Never would he have ever fucking guessed he’d be running around with a whole ass fucking cougar, but... she was pretty badass. He has to admit.

Tyler Hopper. Underappreciated first Gun for Hire? I hope I remembered his name right. But, like... I can’t help but feel like they’re tight. They’ve been through fucking EVERYTHING fighting the Cult together from the start and they really look out for one another. That kinda friendship is valuable.

A phobia your muse has

This is really where the TW is important so let me throw this under a cut to help

Alastar moved basically the whole goddamn way across the country despite being born and raised in New York, being close to his grandparents there, more or less enjoying his work (as much as one can) as a homicide detective with NYPD because of his ex.

Grace.

His partner told him. Friends told him. His grandmother told him. He was too forgiving for his own good. There just wasn’t something quite right. If you loved someone and they asked you to, y’know, stop cheating on them, you should have.

So, when he did finally tell her off and say he was done for good, she, long story short, didn’t take that well.

He doesn’t really know if he’d still be around if his neighbors hadn’t called in the disturbance, concerned they hadn’t heard from him.

After that, it was hard for him to trust even his own partner. It wasn’t the same, and he couldn’t really stomach the idea of going back to work with such familiar faces under such a new light, so a move seemed right. A complete change of scenery, far away from New York and every painful reminder.

So, he moved to Hope County. The problem, as basically a career cop, was that Alastar chose compartmentalizing. For good reason, he never really wanted to think about that night again any more than he already did. Especially after a few years, you might never have noticed. He’s always had a golden heart, always had a friendly smile and a witty remark - been good at making friends, basically.

But he was a little jumpy if you got too close when he wasn’t paying attention. Always politely declined when friends who didn’t know would try to encourage him to maybe go looking again, maybe even try to set him up with someone.

He’s scared of getting hurt again. It’s better now with Joey, after a few years of slow, but gradual recovery after some gentle coaxing from a few close friends, Joey included.

Did John Seed know anything about that? He’s not sure. But he is sure he doesn’t ever want to find out that answer. Fighting against the Project already rubbed at plenty enough raw wounds and certainly created far more than anyone’s fair share in the process for him to need any more.

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desmondkane-of-ao3-fame · 1 year

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What we’re everyone’s initial reaction to skarlow dating, not just the hexside squad but like Skara’s mentor Raine, Boscha, the rest of the Entrails, the rest of Hexside, etc.?

Thank you for remembering the CANNONICAL FACT (in my heart) THAT RAINE MENTORED SKARA!!!!

Luz is the most excited about the couple, having known, or at least suspected, their mutual feelings for a time. When Skara announces to the rest of the Hexsquad she's dating Willow, Luz rushes to hug the pair, jumping for joy at the thought of all the double dates they'll have together.

Amity is somewhat surprised by the news, but is still no less happy to hear of the pairs relationship. She congratulates the two, then asks Willow about how it all happened.

Gus, by this point, respects Skara and recognizes she's better then her days as Boscha's lackey. So when he hears about the two, he congratulates them as well. Though he does remind Skara that if he catches her doing anything that hurts Willow, he will personally make sure that she can never sleep without horrific nightmares again.

Hunter, though disapointed, is happy for the pair as well.

Raine, Camilla, and Vee hear about the event later at dinner with the Noceda's and Clawthornes. When she hears Skara's name, Raine's surprised, but pleased to hear that their former apprentice has left Boscha's crew and found herself a new group of friends, plus a nice girlfriend. Camilla and Vee, not being aware of the full context of Skara and Willow's relationship, are simply pleased to hear Willow has a girlfriend.

Boscha hears about the relationship through the Hexside rumor mill. She denies it, before seeing the pair holding hands, Skara draped over Willow's arm. She's initially hotly enraged, but quickly cools down to a boiling annoyance, ending up with a dull, throbbing headache whenever she thinks about the two together.

Viney learns about the couple at their next Entrails practice, seeing Skara blushing and thanking 'Petals' whenever Willow compliments her. Viney pulls her little sis into a big hug, followed by a noogie, and goes on to joke about all Skara's 'embarrasing secrets.'

Cat, Amelia, and Bo all learn about the pair through Skara's Pensta, where she posts a picture Willow took of them at a fair together. The three girls congratulate Skara next time they see her in the halls, eager to hear everything they can about the relationship.

I've talked about Willow's dad's response to the news here, but needless to say, they're both weary of the news until they meet Skara again and soon realize she's their future daughter-in-law.

Skara's parents... well, we don't know them, but assuming they're anything like in Guitar Strings, where they're both doting, it's likely they'd want to make sure Willow was worthy of their daughter, before seeing how much Skara adores Willow, and how well Willow treats her Skary, at which point they both come to the same revelation as Willow's dads.

#the owl house #skarlow #Skara #Willow Park #headcannons #luz noceda #amity blight #boscha #viney #gus porter

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graywyvern · 2 years

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( via prentiss riddle on fb / "Time stops at the intersection of A & D" west lima by miekal and on fb )

Sunset with Awakening Dragons.

"Thanatopolis"

pyramid of sand · is void to my sight labyrinth of cant · is void to my sight

i know too much swarf · a black rock out of sky falls and this taiga · is void to my sight

chatoyant my moon · as i walk slowly down furious hazard road · is void to my sight

(6-28-05)

They Awakening.

"Volcano Commando Tsuka"

halcyon mountain daring · on a suicidal path skulls in sand bright glaring · on a suicidal path

toys and candy swirling · all i want is truthful words lost among clowns blaring · on a suicidal path

soon will know a trying · much will crash and many fail halcyon furry faring · on a suicidal path

(9-26-05)

Vines on a Magical Moonlit Wall.

fall stars across chill again changing goad tsar storm as it madly adds

dimna furious smirk fang schismatic stomp bungalow

rally all flaring ryotwar Ishtar shaping royal sport apart

find any aground abort gulf slilu swarming fatwa

crisply akimbo osmium skirl gumbo flalu all us bright folk back

among oblong fragrant silk usurps skiff · fallow asthma

spasmodic clasp · moist song lost in bringing it back lost all that tumult

drug cupboard in which fluoric acid lay in a wax tomb

pray for no pardon cyborg laughing thick damp grass orphan octopus

calmly about to drown talk can play back now from victims

filch tchukor stars silt amok tsantsa · affords nil blurb scratch ghost stadium

actually shopping · bulwark skulls roam brisk as stilb fathoms

crino is asking sidbo flimsy Atlantis laughs smog cough skari

starry Osiris calx snag starts as a bag of offal

sorrowing brumous addiction isthmus and rill glamour abolish

blood lungfish frica abrupt Iscariot ichor wraith

a lost acronym adorns cardboard and within i would stow dark plans

am i misty for this flow piloting an iron rhino

closing lids on stars unmindful of scorpions in transit · ago

grinding sound and carbon tip toward its last point spiralling

glimpsing from a coign prior to our gravity our acts laid out plain

into a swamp of robots sifts mild algorithm

frigid dusty world with rusty sands · winds stirring around a solid

all this art about making a god of dissolution

tcidu now manku only two hours · not from bomb plot · from stupid

first of last bards shiny book about · not oft so bright such

for an instant words bob up in a music flow vacuous · twinkling

and dull gray noon is burning i pass my turn and go back

salmon-apricot sky this morning as prior and will blossom again

nilca and gnomic salmon kodak turncoat apricot

a tiny lizard gold porchlight · lotophagoi dog collar tinkling

in a dark livingroom mix two kinds of granola

sunny and dark clouds and words fail · furious shift sands · a body floating

crimson glow on a building turns cobalt as i slog back

its windows as bright as that day of wild watching folk running from dust

my own past has but scant sign of tracks · contrails gold against

Lojban words

nilca (Loglan)- contrary of on top of; tcidu- city; manku- dark; crino- viridian; sidbo- thought form; skari- color; frica- dissimilar; dimna- Wyrd; slilu- go back and forth; flalu- law

(9-19/22-05)

The River Styx.

#lipogram #renga lojban

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