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rcmclachlan · 5 years

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So, it’s occurred to me that I’ve never told y’all the greatest story I’ve ever heard: aka, the time two childhood friends of mine—as grown-ass adults—gave a dead rabbit a viking funeral and ended up setting our hometown’s lake on fire.

I come from a small ocean town and grew up on this lake:

Pretty idyllic, no?

The person who took this picture was probably standing on Washington St, and on Washington St is a tall apartment building in which my friends Tom* and Nick* lived as roomies for a while after high school. Nick’s girlfriend at the time, Grace*, was leaving for a weekend trip and asked Tom and Nick to take care of her pet rabbit while she was gone.

Naturally, the rabbit died.

After panicking and slamming a few beers to calm down, Tom and Nick didn’t call Grace to break the sad news to her. No, they decided the only option was to absolutely not tell Grace and instead give the rabbit a viking funeral. Being the crafty people they are (literally), they built a small boat, adorned it with riches aka just can tabs painted gold, placed the body in a paper bag and laid it upon a bed of twigs and newspaper, sparked the flame, and launched it into the lake. While Nick and Tom said a few words (they liked the rabbit well enough), the boat drifted to the center of the lake, as planned. Soon, it would burn to the point that the boat would sink, and that would be that.

Except the wind picked up.

The little boat, now completely ablaze, made a bee-line for the very brown, very dry reeds, on the other side of the lake, and proceeded to run aground.

Cue them running back to their apartment, where they called the fire department, watching from their window all the while as the lake suddenly looked like this:

But, EVERYWHERE. The fire spread so quickly because of the wind that Lewis Lake became a literal ring of fire. People were coming out to see what the commotion was and then ended up sticking around because who doesn’t like to watch shit burn down? If you said “me,” you’re a fucking liar.

Tom was the one who called the fire department and, with the weight of the consequences of their poor decision pressing down on his soul, decided to tell them exactly what happened: “Uhhhhhh.... Some kids set the lake on fire.”

Which is not untrue.

Anyway, the town’s one firetruck showed up to contain the blaze, but it was too late. The fire was out of control, especially since there was no easy way to get to the other side of the lake (where this photo was taken from). There was a tiny stone bridge on the left side of the lake (which was where I used to fish for minnows as a kid) and that’s about it. It was determined that they’d let the fire just... peter out on its own, with the department making sure it wouldn’t spread past the reeds.

Except Nick and Tom didn’t know this and were panicking that the firefighters would pick through the ashes to discover the boat carrying the remains of Grace’s rabbit, so they immediately went out and bought a replacement rabbit. A rabbit that didn’t even remotely look like Grace’s because it didn’t have to look like hers to be an alibi. “No, sir, officers. We don’t know how the fire started. A rabbit? No, it can’t be ours! See, our rabbit is right here, 100% flame-free.”

I presume they high-fived each other, finished off the beer, and then figured that was the end of that.

And then Grace came home.

She walked in the door, greeted Nick with a kiss, and made for their bedroom where her rabbit’s set-up was. There was a long moment of silence, and Tom and Nick didn’t take a single breath until Grace called out, “Hey, yeah, who’s fucking rabbit is this?” She came out of the room with a look Nick described as, “You know how Chucky the doll is possessed by a serial killer’s ghost? It was like that, but real.”

Nick explained that her rabbit died and they got her a new one. Y’know, all casual-like. Grace asked what they did with her old rabbit, and Tom immediately jumped in and said they buried it. Grace nodded sadly, and meanwhile Tom and Nick shared a relieved glance, because it seemed like—as they’d hoped—that was that.

Until Grace looked at Nick and said, “Can I see it?”

Nick stared. “See what?”

“Where you buried him. Can I see it? I want to pay my respects.”

Tom got off the couch and shouted, “Hey, I just remembered that I have to run to Shirley Hardware,” while Nick pleaded silently for Tom to just fucking kill him. Nick communicated with his eyes that Grace was much faster and far more athletic than he, and possessed by a serial killer’s ghost, and would certainly stop him if he tried to knife her boyfriend.

Oblivious, Grace smiled and said, “We’ll walk out with you.”

So the three of them walk outside, with Nick and Grace going to the left, because it was such a beautiful day so why not take a nice walk in Lewis Field? Tom, meanwhile, took off toward the right in the direction of Shirley Hardware. As soon as he was out of sight, he booked it for the right side of the lake, digging up some grass and dirt, making it look like something might be buried there, and then marking it with a crab apple branch held up by a pile of rocks.

MEANWHILE, on the other side of the lake, Nick and Grace walked hand-in-hand, admiring the willow trees and the family of weird-looking ducks that had taken up residence underneath the bridge. And somehow she never saw Tom on the other side, in clear fucking view, because there were no reeds to hide him.

By the time they got around the lake to the little grave where absolutely nothing was buried, Grace sighed and thanked Nick for making an effort by burying her rabbit. The branch was a nice touch.

Nick exhaled in relief and said nothing.

Then she looked around and said, “... Did someone set the lake on fire?”

#rc had a childhood #*names have been changed #the rabbit viking funeral story

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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DID theory part 3: St novels/comics/spotify list analyses

*read part 2 of DID theory-first! You’ll be lost otherwise, seriously XD. First, I’ll say -I find the ST comics/ books as canon as the st movie inspirations . I don’t consider the books/comics ‘literal canon’ (cause they contradict the show ( like Max and billy meeting a year before s2 in runaway max - but meeting as little kids in s3, or El’s age being wrong in suspicious minds, in the d&D comic Will’s friends instead of him /Jonathan building castle byers, etc) .

So I think we shouldn’t take it literally - but more like the st movie lists - filled with foreshadowing/symbolism and other eastereggs (That the Duffers may have told them to add). So here’s some more (possible) alter / DID hints...

‘Suspicious minds’ novel

- Brenner equates k*lling rabbits to h*rting kids. And he’ll hurt (kid) Kali (the bunny in the analogy) if Terry tries running away from him . I wonder if Lonnie used a similar threat against jonathan? Jon could be giving only a partial truth to why he cried for a week (about the bunny story)?

-Kali “hops” like a bunny then talks about tigers obsessively (linking her to rabbits/tigers similar to the other alters/Will/Lonnie). Terry also imagines tigers and kali says to Alice they can all be tigers together.

- one of the only male psychic experiments (who can see the future) is gay

- Terry is into lord of the rings, like Will. Has her and her boyfriend dress as sam & frodo (m/m ship). Terry calls her and her friends “the fellowship”.

-when Terry/Alice were injected with d**gs -they hallucinated rainbows.yikes.

- Alice (like Lonnie) is a car mechanic. She can see the future like Will the wise and says “monsters of course my mind has them as long as they stayed in there, everything would be alright? Wouldn’t it?” (in her visions she saw the demogorgan).

(completed) graphic ST novels (by Jody Hozer) so far (+ other st comics).

*Jody Hozer writes all the graphic novels (every novel is 4 chapters each) - the will byers comic, number 6 comic , into the fire comic, and at the moment she’s writing the d&d series and the summer camp series (which isn’t done yet). Then there’s the occasional 1 chapter st comics not written by her.

- Number 6 has (the ability to foresee the future like Will the wise/Alice) and has an ab*sive dad.

When having a nightmare of the demogorgan ...she says as she wakes up “screw you dad” (another hint the demogrgan -aka in d&d means ‘deep father’ ...is Lonnie).

- when number 6 and others run they say they’re’ “rabbiting”(which yes technically makes sense but I found such an uncommon phrase odd.)

- The (summer camp and d&d graphic novels aren’t completed yet) but they establish d&d creatures are based off real life people the boys don’t like in real life. Or that d&d is used as an outlet to explain true events from their pasts -but they just give the true stories a d&d fantasy slant.

- Which brings me to the halloween oneshot(not by Hozer),taking place before s1. Will tells a scary story told to him by Jonathan, and originally told to him by Lonnie. Says the boys have to keep it a secret cause it was something he was never supposed to tell to anyone. Mike says he has to finish the story he started. It’s about a “ch*lld-eater” monster first attacking a boy near the quarry (like where Will was found) and attacking kids in a library (where Will was also found in s1).When the child sees the sheriff she bangs on the library door begging for help-he ignores her , walks away, and tells the other cops to never speak of what they saw as she screams for help. Because the previous sheriff was in kahoots with the monster. It def had some ... uh questionable imagery too 0_0

The vine in the mouth is also like the one in Will’s mouth (when Joyce found him in the library).And of course Dustin asks whether or not something like that could be covered up.

- In the “bully comic” (about troy) also not by Jody. We focus on Troy and his ab*sive dad (who encourages him to fight/ditch his best friend). The dad has a drinking problem (gets fired), calls Troy a “mess” , pushes him, and constantly encourages Troy to be vi*lent/macho. He pretty much tries sabotaging the relationship Troy has with his friend (which I could see Lonnie doing in the future with byler).The dad/troy is framed similarly to when Billy gives Max a ride home- after both ab*sers give bad advice saying not to hang out with their friend (after witnessing them fight in the school parking lot). Dad also laughs about almost k*lling a squirrel (a trait we see troy mimic)- and we see El feel guilty about k*lling a squirrel in s2. At the end of the comic- Troy (like Will) after making up with his bff james- moves leaving his best friend behind.

- (into the fire) Twins: (one was normal with no powers living in the real world and the twin with fire powers is trapped in a dark sunless “cold” world styled like a psych facility/medieval fantasy) . pics in link.She hated her reflection cause it reminded her of being betrayed by her normal non powered twin who left her behind in the ‘cold’ place. She’d call herself a ‘hunter’ who would defend herself and attack others to never be hurt again. Her powers being unleashed were described like opening “a door.” And she loves her twin deep down and just wants friends . And fire twin goes to the “other side” to reunite with her reflection and find happiness in the real world. *also there’s sunflower/bunny symbols which she lights on fire-which can relate back to Will/Terry/Lonnie etc. The twins = Will & Will the wise (mf)

Mirrors also connect to Will and Will the wise via the canon spotify playlists too.

Will playlist (song: mirror in the bathroom)-Mirror in the bathroom Please talk free.The door is locked -Just you and me.Mirror in the bathroom recompense for all my crimes of self defense.Cures you whisper make no sense!Drift gently into Mental illness.

Demogorgan playlist ( from perspective of Will the wise aka the mf) (song: are you dead yet? )-”polluted soul through a mirror I behold.Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor. tearing me apart. but I don't care anymore.Should I regret or ask myself are you dead yet?Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth. The fiction you live in blindfolds your eyes. Disclosure, self loathing, this time you've gone too far.Or could it be, my nemesis, that you are me?

(*st ‘into the fire’ comic. the fire powered twin’s thoughts echo the song)

*I think this foreshadows the later plot points of mf (will the wise ) and Will interacting via mirrors. The fire-wielding twin and the non powered twin had a lot of mirror imagery. Including the fire powered twin (Who denies reality/and imagines herself in a fantasy world) punching her reflection because it reminds her of her non-powered twin. Here’s some cover art from the novels showing how much they emphasize mirrors.

*And in s4 movies Black swan - “the black and white swan twins (two halves of the same person-Nina)” had creepy mirror imagery. In long kiss goodnight the women with DID talks to her “ (supposed)dark 1/2″ via a mirror (in a dream). in ‘the visit’ the teen girl who’s dad abandoned her when young- refuses to look in the mirror (and it’s never explained why she hates her reflection). So yes I think we’ll see this in s4 or 5. We already see the mf take on the appearance of Billy when talking to him.

- Will in “zombie boy” comic is afraid he’s a monster.

also lets appreciate the lil byler moment of Mike and Will being the only zombies and mike comforting him. honestly , though, the characters were pretty out of character for most of this 1 ch comic (until the end) tbh.

- in the “d&d comic” mf is (possibly) described as a “protector” (aka like how i said the mf is probably a perpetrator alter- which are misguided protectors).

*update now that it’s finished... hinting Will created everything subconsciously.

‘Runaway Max’ novel (before s3)

(I didn’t get time to read this book unlike ‘suspicious minds’ -so can’t show screen shots of everything others talked about. May read it eventually)

-Max compares Billy to ‘her monster’ and a ‘shadow’ that will attack anyone that comes close (mf parallel).

- Dart k*lled a cat, El’s papa tried to force her to k*ll a cat. And Billy when seeing a d*ad cat lights it on fire for a “viking funeral”. A connection to WW (who has fire powers) and El & dart.

-Max and Billy both are into cars and bond over fixing them (similar to Lonnie’s interest in fixing up cars). And since Lonnie tried to brag to Jonathan about fixing a car up and Will is into tech it wouldn’t be a stretch that Lonnie and Will were into fixing cars together (like Max/billy who would hang out at a autoshop in Cali) . Similar to Will ,max says hanging with Billy wasn’t always so bad- which made things more confusing to her.

- Max compares Billy being beat up by Neil: to ‘punching a pocket of a baseball glove’. This is interesting since this book was pre-s3 which was when they established the connection of billy and his dad to baseball (similar to s1 saying Lonnie taught Will baseball).

-Billy’s friend is a nice ‘music snob’ . He tries distracting Max with music while Billy is burning the cat. Which reminds me of Jonathan trying to distract Will from their parents fighting in the next room-with music

- Max’s bio dad is a criminal who takes her to shady bars, and Max fears he’d ‘get bored of her’. Max also ran away from her mom to her dad’s 2x.Which reminds me of Jonathan thinking Will ran to Lonnie’s in s1.

-Max mentions how Billy misses his friends after moving out of Cali. And he starts acting even worse-after the move. Which will probably be the case for Will (at least a bit) when moving to California.

-Billy tells Max Neil isn’t his ‘real dad’ either because Neil can’t be a father to anyone.

-Billy also tells Max who (at the time ) is 12 years old not to act “easy” and breaks her best friend’s (Nate’s) arm over someone joking he was Max’s boyfriend and also cause Nate tried to get in between Billy bullying Max. Eventually all her Cali friends ditch her cause they’re afraid of Billy.And Ugh- why could I see Lonnie doing something like this in the future with Will/his new friends.

- Creepily Max says Billy doesn’t fool around with her like other girls not because of her age or being family. But cause she wasn’t ‘attractive’. This whole excerpt gave me the heeby jeebies,on so many levels, honestly. Almost like he’s jealous- and controlling her cause he doesn’t want Max to have any love interests. Maybe i’m just missing the context? But ugh... excerpt:

Will byers secret Files

-Hopper gets scared by a pumpkin-scarecrow. And in Will’s canon journal when talking about the mindflayer and his nightmares draws the same scare-crow , Hopper saw. There’s also a lot of s4-5 foreshadowing in the book... but that’s a post for another day.

Darkness on the edge of town (Hopper novel)

*didn’t get time to read this (except the preview)

I think it’s more foreshadowing for future seasons though- cult/supposed ritual k*llings, people being wrongly blamed for those crimes-like the hellfire club , most likely. (similar to the guy number 3 in the number 6 comic) saint john in the novel also has the same brain control powers as 3- similar to the mf. .” When a blackout plunges the boroughs into chaos, Hopper must escape the the mobs in the streets to make sure his family is safe and stop Saint John from fulfilling his prophecy.” I already talked about here- how the next few seasons would start having more religious symbolism/a future apocalypse (based on what we’ve seen in the show/s4 movies). Although, i think there’s quite a few differences between (the novel’s) saint john and Will the wise. Hopper is also a star wars nerd like the boys (alter hint)

Canon spotify songs (posted after s2/before s3) hinting at DID/ alter /lonnie stuff-

Will and Will the wise (aka the mf) being an alter

*Used Will and the demogorgan playlist (which i think has perspectives of Will the wise aka the mf, demogorgan, and Lonnie).

Besides the mirror songs previously mentioned...

Will (cold inside)-Doctor the problem's in my chest.My heart feels cold as ice but it's anybody's guess?Doctor can you help me cause I don't feel right?Better make it fast before I change my mind. Doctor can you help me cause I don't feel right?Better make it fast before I change my mindWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside. Darker in the day than the dead of night Cold, cold, cold, cold inside...Counselor give me some advice Tell me how hard will I fall if I live a double life?

El (ghost)-your ghost, the ghost of you.It keeps me awake.My friends had you figured out.Yeah they saw what's inside of you. You tried hiding another you.But your evil was coming through... living in the shade Your cold heart makes my spirit shake.

El (monster Lead me home)-I don't know what, what I was afraid of, I was afraid oooof...Monster take me somewhere...We walk in shadow.Monster lead me home.Where there is no place to hide.Stranger on the other side We walk in shadow.Monster lead me home.

The’ innerworld’/ other hints Max, El, Hopper, and Billy are alters of Will’s

Max (Logical song)-I know it sounds absurd. Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am?

EL(Buzzcut season)-I remember when your head caught flame It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain ...nothing's wrong when nothing's true. I live in a hologram with you Where all the things that we do for fun . Play along (make-believe it's hyper real) But I live in a hologram with you.

Billy (broken bones)-Broken bones.Stay alone. If I see only what I believe -reality's bound by what I conceive

Max (Why can’t i touch it)-Well, it seems so real.I can see it.And it seems so real-I can feel it.And it seems so real-I can taste it.And it seems so real-I can hear it.So why can't I touch it?

Hopper (breakers)-Just to keep me from losing my mind .It's so easy to drown in the dream.Oh, and everything is not what it seems This life is but a dream.Shatter illusions that hold your spirit down ...From the inside, so it seems.Oh, I'm telling you it's all a dream It's all a dream It's all a dream It's all a dream It's all a It's all a dream.”

Max (comfortably numb)-When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye.I turned to look but it was gone.I cannot put my finger on it now.The child is grown.The dream is gone.I have become comfortably numb.

Max (Kids aren’t alright)-Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams...What the hell is going on? The cruelest dream, reality.

El(team)-Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams. And you know we're on each other's team

Hopper (denial twist) ( just change ‘she’ to ‘he’)-Just because she makes you feel wrong she don't mean to be mean or hurt you on purpose, boy!Take a tip and do yourself a little service...by playing a different role Ya, by playing a different role, oh.The boat ya you know she's rockin' it.And the truth well ya know there's no stoppin' it.So what, somebody left you in a rut and wants to be the one who's in control.But the feeling that you're under can really make you wonder.How the hell she can be so cold?So now you're mad, denying the truth.And it's getting in the wisdom in the back of your tooth

El (the story)-You see the smile that's on my mouth.It's hiding the words that don't come out.And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed.They don't know my head is a mess.No they don't know who I really am.And they don't know what I've been through

El (hero) ( pretty much alludes to El being a construct of Will’s mind similar to his juju zombies in the d&d story he wrote )-Who knows what you'll find when you look inside (billy’s mind)?Haunted beach (billy flashback), roll the dice.The zombies in the corner aren't amused (d&d ref).Play the part of the blushing bride...Out of view, cloaked by night...My spirit dims, but I feel the force"No longer in my hands," (loses powers) .I say to you .I could've been a hero, I could've been a zero.Could've been all these thingsI could've been nothing, I could've had something.Could've been all these things.And if I am unable, tell him that I'll try but underneath the table will spin the wheel and hope for gold. Oh, and where it stops, nobody knows.

Max (it’s real)-I don't know who's behind the wheel.Sometimes I feel like I don't know The deal.But when I tell you how I feel-Believe me when I say It's real.I skated on a frozen Sea.It's real as far as I Can see?

Max (Halloween)-Because your role is planned for you there's nothing you can do.

El (White rabbit... alice and wonderland/lonnie ref)-And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall...When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead.

demogrogan(Dimensions of horror)-Gaze upon the ancient face you dread (lonnie)... Passing through the doors, into Dimensions Of Horror. Haunting visions from the past, rise once more.Realms of darkness, terror, death and gore.Scream in fear, your sanity is lost

demogorgan (SCHORCHED)-Terrorizing madness. Vivid dreams. internal. Hallucinating the unknown. Abstract entities prey.Through superhuman abilities.Fragments of memory erased.

demogrogan (Calling from a dream)-the shadow king...seven spirits (7 ref) Swarming around his head.Close your eyes.Listen to my call. Our bond will bring us together again.I will wait for you. For our hearts still beat as one.Listen to my calling from a dream. (integration?)

Maybe a coincidence or a hint at Will having both male &female alters?Billy (dude looks like a lady)- What a funky lady...Oh, he was a lady.Dude looks like a lady. Hopper (turn the page)-All the same old cliches,"Is that a woman or a man?" Max ( rebel rebel) (this was on her her pre s3 spotify list + post s3 “wrapped list”)- you got your mother in a whirl, doesn’t know if you’re a boy or girl?

SHIT DAD/ AB*SIVE FAMILY

*trigger w*rning ahead for dark themes like s**ual ab*se

demogorgan (my children)My children I never loved them.Why feel that way when their existence is my business?My children...feral vessals of my selfinterest...So don't lean on me man 'Cause I ain't got nothing to give.Don't lean on me man 'Cause I ain't got nothing to give.My children they're right behind you My children they're gonna beat you.My children if you let them Oh, oh, my children.

demogorgan (black dahlia-window): I’m not quoting the lyrics you can just look it up. it’s messed up.Based on the 1st person pov of Gilles de Rais -k**ler and p*d*rest who also kidnapped a cleric.

Will (creature comfort)-Some boys hate themselves.Spend their lives resenting their fathers... hate their bodies .Stand in the mirror (another mirror ref) and wait for the feedback.Some boys get too much, too much love, too much touch.

Jonathan’s Playlist- We’re happy family: “Eating refried beans (poverty). Gulpin’ down Thorazines (pills for a mood disorder). We ain’t got no friends (s2 ref). Our troubles never end. Daddy likes men. Daddy’s telling LIES.”

Jonathan’s playlist-Enter sandman: “Don’t forget my son. Sleep with one eye open. Gripping your pillow tight, Exit light, Enter night. Take my hand, we’re off to never-never land. Something’s wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight. Dreams of LIARS and of things that will bite, yeah. Hush little baby don’t say a word, and never mind that noise you heard. It’s just the beasts under your bed, in your closet in your head.”

Jonathan (The killing moon-guy sings this)-So soon you'll take me up in your arms. Too late to beg you or cancel it. Against your will!He will wait until you give yourself to him...In starlit nights I saw you.So cruelly you kissed me... unwillingly mine.

jonathan (haunted)-You and I both know that the house is haunted And you and I both know that the ghost is me. You used to catch me in your bed-sheets just a-rattling your chains.Well back then , it didn't seem so strange...In the midnight hour..I was busy trying to charm that snake. When the sun came up we had no place to hide...You and I both know that the house is haunted yeah you and I both know that the ghost is YOU! You used to walk around screaming, all slamming all 'dem doors Well I'm all grown up now and I don't scare easy no more But you and I both know.

Hopper (Confession)-Now I'm on the low Confession, to a virgin ghost Admission, force you know.

hopper (Tomorrow ) Yeah, and back when s*x and amph*tamines were the staples of our childhood physique.

Max (Last caress)-I got something to say.I k**led your baby today.And it doesn't matter much to me.As long as it's de*d.Well I got something to say.I r*ped your mother today.And it doesn't matter much to me.As long as she spread. (Lonnie pov? Neil?messed up song to be on Max’s list)

hopper House of the rising sun- And my father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans... And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk

Max Poor relations-An attitude, no patience, he's paper thin.Talking over everything you have to say...Don't correct the things he said, what's the use?Can't handle violence.Can't handle violence.Learning to love the abuse you can't live without.Your familiar oppression, your daily injustice...That loser man that belongs to you, he's ruling you.

el (sweet dreams are made of this)- Some of them want to use you ...Some of them want to ab*se you.Sweet dreams are made of this...Hold your head up.Keep your head up, movin' on.

Max (Alternative ulster)-They say they're a part of you.And that's not true, you know.They say they've got control of you.And that's a lie, you know.They say you will never Be free, free, free

max In bloom-”Sometimes at night I let it get to me.And last night it had me down and feeling NUMB...And thinking back upon those days Way way back when I was young.I was such a little shit.Cos I was always on the run.Well you know just what they say-Just like father then like son.Don't delude me with your sympathy.Cos I can do this on my own.And this will be the last time-That I break down and wanna crawl to bed. “(since Billy has a playlist I found this song choice being on hers instead of his interesting- in fact almost all of Max’s songs are from the 1st person perspective of a boy unlike the other gals.)

Max (comfortably numb)-The child is grown.The dream is gone.I have become comfortably NUMB.

hopper (numb)-Honey, here I go again Down that crooked road of sin.My momma locked me out again And hung me high to rust under the rain I am NUMB( 8x)....Little bluebird at my window Sing a pretty song for me Don't you know that you can fly, fly, fly away Don't you know that you can leave I am numb.

other psych songs

Hopper (life of sin)-Every morning when I rise I look in the mirror (another mirror ref) and despise the sight of everything and all that I've become. The level of my medicating some might find intimidating But that's alright cause' it don't bother me none.

Max (Moon over marin)- “Dive in my scalding wooden tub (connects to mf/el)...There, wasn't that a nice visit?Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on duty twenty-four hours a day in the blue room...Drink plenty of water when you take these.Now you can relax.” ( I wonder if stranger writers saying to “drink plenty of water” is secretly a line said by a psych person in s4?)

Max (Feeling ok)-My doctor says that I should take it -At least I won't have to keep faking.I know, someday I'll find it-Where I, I least expect it.Today I know I feel ok.

Max ( Going gets tough)-.No home since the fire.Me and the ash can't settle down...So I sink another round-Placebo for pain.And there's no one for to blame . I refuse to accept-That my work is all in vain...Still always remembering .When the going gets tough .That the labor of our love-Will reward us soon enough.

Max (Comfortably numb)-Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?)Is there anybody in there?Just nod if you can hear me.Is there anyone home?Come on now-I hear you're feeling down.Well I can ease your pain .Get you on your feet again.Relax // Now I've got that feeling once again.I can't explain . you would not understand.This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.I have become comfortably numb //Okay (okay, okay, okay)Just a little pinprick.There'll be no more, ah .But you may feel a little sick.Can you stand up?I do believe it's working, good.That'll keep you going through the show.Come on it's time to go// Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

Explanations of Why the mf (WIll the wise)behaves the way he does

demogorgan (ww) (Cowards starved)- friends think of me as a priest.I had to show them that the weakest hands Can still make impressive fires. (aka MF = will the wise)

demogorgan (ww) (Unmerciful):I will be reborn...Tranquil demeanor.Now devoured.Surfacing malice...I can't reconcile the torment others bring unto me.I will not take any reproach.Turning the other cheek.Relentless hatred consumes.Control released.Absolved of all compassion.I am free .Look into my hate filled eyes and tell me What do you see?Surging aura of my rage Paralyzing you in fear.

Demogorgan (ww) (bodies-Beaten why for (why for)?Can't take much more.(Here we go, here we go, here we go).One, nothing wrong with me,Two, nothing wrong with me.Three, nothing wrong with me.Four, nothing wrong with me.One, something's got to give.Two, something's got to give.Three, something's got to give now...You're all by yourself but you're not alone...Driven by hate consumed by fear.

demogrgan (ww)-Orbs used as transmitters carry electromagnetic beams from above (affecting magnetic fields in the show).Silence, manipulated, tortured ...How immune is your system of suffering?Its in the blood of suffering (familial ref).Its in the blood.

Demogrgan (Monster)-I shoot the lights out..Whoa, just another lonely night...None of who you get it, ain't nobody cold as this.A zombie (will ref) with no conscience .Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster. Everybody wanna know what my Achilles' heel is? Love I don't get enough of it.

#stranger things #will byers #stranger things comics #did theory

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The list of movies and tv-shows (Multifandom Mashup 2019)

Movies:

1917

21 Bridges

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

A Dog's Journey

A Dog's Way Home

A Hidden Life

A Madea Family Funeral

A Rainy Day in New York

A Violent Separation

Abominable

Ad Astra

After

Aladdin

Alita: Battle Angel

Always Be My Maybe

Angel Has Fallen

Angel of mine

Anna

Annabelle Comes Home

Anthem Of A Teenage Prophet

Avengers: Endgame

Batman: Hush

Beats

Bennett's War

Bharat

Black Christmas

Blinded by the Light

Booksmart

Breakthrough

Brightburn

Brittany Runs a Marathon

Can You Keep a Secret?

Captain Marvel

Cats

Charlie's Angels

Child's Play

Cold Pursuit

Crawl

Crypto

Dark Phoenix

Daughter of the Wolf

Doctor Sleep

Dolemite Is My Name

Dolor y gloria

Doom: Annihilation

Dora and the Lost City of Gold

Downton Abbey

Dumbo

El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie

Escape Plan: The Extractors

Escape Room

Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile

Falling Inn Love

Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Shaw

Fighting with My Family

Five Feet Apart

Ford v Ferrari

Frozen II

Gemini Man

Glass

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Good Boys

Good Sam

Happy Death Day 2U

Haunt

Hellboy

Hello, Love, Goodbye

Honey Boy

How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World

Hustlers

I Am Mother

I Spit on Your Grave: Deja Vu

Iron Sky: The Coming Race

Isn't It Romantic

It Chapter Two

Jay and Silent Bob Reboot

John Wick: Chapter 3

Jojo Rabbit

Joker

Judy

Jumanji: The Next Level

K-12

Killerman

Kingdom

Lady and the Tramp

Last Christmas

Late Night

Life Like

Little

Little Women

Long Shot

Luce

Lucifer

Maleficent: Mistress of Evil

Marriage Story

Men in Black: International

Midsommar

Midway

Miss Bala

Missing Link

Motherless Brooklyn

Murder Mystery

Nancy Drew and the Hidden Staircase

Never Grow Old

Noelle

Notebook

Official Secrets

Oh, Ramona!

Once Upon a Time ... in Hollywood

Parasite (기생충)

Pet Sematary

Photograph

Pokémon Detective Pikachu

Polar

Polaroid

Portrait de la jeune fille en feu

Rambo: Last Blood

Ready or Not

Rim of the World

Rocketman

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

See You Yesterday

Serenity

Shaft

Shazam!

Someone Great

Spider-Man: Far from Home

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

Stuber

Terminator: Dark Fate

The Addams Family

The Aeronauts

The Aftermath

The Angry Birds Movie 2

The Art of Racing in the Rain

The Art of Self-Defense

The Beach Bum

The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind

The Dead Don't Die

The Dirt

The Farewell

The Goldfinch

The Highwaymen

The Hustle

The Informer

The Intruder

The Irishman

The Kid Who Would Be King

The King

The Kitchen

The Last Black Man in San Francisco

The Last Summer

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part

The Lion King

The Mustang

The Peanut Butter Falcon

The Perfect Date

The Prodigy

The Professor and the Madman

The Queen's Corgi

The Report

The Secret Life of Pets 2

The Souvenir

The Sun Is Also a Star

The Wandering Earth (流浪地球)

Tolkien

Toy Story 4

Triple Frontier

Triple Threat

UglyDolls

Velvet Buzzsaw

Weathering With You (天气之子)

What Men Want

Wonder Park

Yesterday

Zeroville

Zombieland: Double Tap

Queen & Slim

Tv-shows:

13 Reasons Why

Angel's Last Mission: Love (단, 하나의 사랑)

Anne With An E

Big Little Lies

Carnival Row

Chernobyl

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Dark

Game of Thrones

Gank Your Heart (陪你到世界之巅)

Good Omens

Gotham

Her Private Life (그녀의 사생활)

His Dark Materials

Hotel Del Luna (호텔 델루나)

Killing Eve

Legacies

Legion

Lucifer

Memories of the Alhambra (알함브라 궁전의 추억)

My Country: The New Age (나의 나라)

Riverdale

Romance is a Bonus Book (로맨스는 별책부록)

Search: WWW (검색어를 입력하세요: WWW)

Skam France

Stranger Things

Strangers from Hell (타인은 지옥이다 )

The 100

The Big Bang Theory

The King's Avatar (全职高手)

The Mandalorian

The Punisher

The Umbrella Academy

The Untamed (陈情令)

The Witcher

Touch Your Heart (진심이 닿다)

Vagabond (배가본드)

Vikings

Watchmen

When the Devil Calls Your Name (악마가 너의 이름을 부를 때)

Animation:

Bungou Stray Dogs

Mo Dao Zu Shi

#multifandom mashup #Multifandom Mashup 2019

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unclefungusthegoat · 5 years

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Will The Circle Be Unbroken? - Far Cry 5 Week (Day 6): Music

Hello all! So in all honesty, I wrote most of this an entire year ago hahaha, for the Hope County Gothic Festival but got really shy about posting it. But I figured I could use it for the Far Cry 5 Week, for the Music day! It’s a songfic, featuring a song that I really wish had been in the game - Will The Circle Be Unbroken and it’s FUNERAL FIC HOOORAAAAY.

Here is the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9F1l6xXLSI0

Get ready for some ALTERNATIVE EULOGIES too, because sadness is fun.

This can be read on AO3: HERE

All my FC5 Week fics can be read: HERE

Trigger Warnings: Canonical Major Character Deaths, Mentions of Child Abuse, Mentions of Drowning, Decomposition, Fire and Funeral Pyres

The ceasefire was fragile.

Undefined.

No flag upon ramparts, or ink marked on a page. Just an agreement, whispered, gestured and silently promised, that a single night would be set apart for retrieval and burial of the dead. Sundown until sunrise. Not a shot to be fired, confession to be heard, building to be bombed, or heretic strung up. Just stillness and rest. A new Sabbath, of sorts. And for the people of Hope County who spent vast swathes of the day clinging to their lives, it seemed nothing short of a miracle.

It was on this night, on a dusty road through the dead farmland, that a procession of faithful came marching. Their faces were turned to the darkened sky. Eyes burning with sorrow, searing vibrantly like stardust. Alight with fury. Dampened with grief. And with their gaze, they spared no glance for the heretics who lined the path. No care for the vengeful, who bit their tongues and held in their spittle, and sought a glance of the dead to ease their blood lust. Not even a thought for the sinner who had taken so much, challenged their holy purpose. Given them this weight upon their shoulders.

The Father led with faltering step.

His eyes were hazy behind tinted glass. His fingers trembled. His scars, his sins, seemed to burn. But his voice was resolute, the melody echoing through the dark:

There are loved ones in the glory, Whose dear forms you often miss; When you close your earthly story, Will you join them in their bliss?

Carried aloft upon the faithful’s shoulders, upon beds made from velvet, slept the Heralds of Eden. Stilled into a long awaited peace, punctures incarnadine between their ribs a stark reminder of how they had suffered.

Each lay daubed in their own decay.

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by. There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

It was a song they had always known.

And though it was his flock that called the hymn forth, Joseph could only hear Jacob's low timbre, humming it to ease him into sleep when the belt marks on his back cut too deep. After Old Mad Seed had bellowed Bible verses in his ears, and torn heathen drawings from where they were pinned proudly on the bedroom wall. On the school bus after another endless night hearing Mother scream.

Then slowly he heard his own voice, tinged with a weariness too antiquated for how young he had been. He heard it reverberate through the orphanage halls, the eve before John had been taken away. He'd stroked his brother's hair and caught his tears with his thumbs, and sang until the sun rose:

In the joyous days of childhood, Oft they told of wondrous love, Pointed to the dying Saviour; Now they dwell with Him above.

The lyrics had been worn down by their use when he had been alone. Comforting. Protective. Like an old pair of boots too reliable to cast aside, or a threadbare blanket that still smells of home.

Or the memory of a brother stood boldly in the fire’s glow.

“Jacob...”

Dog tags now around his own neck, metal scraping with every step.

A blood soaked rabbit’s foot.

“You sought purpose. You were lost. I showed you who you once were, and opened your eyes to the Garden you were born to protect. And you cast aside your weakness- the weariness wrought deep within your soul by governments and generals who sought to use your compassion for their selfish ideals. You became strong, brother. You sheltered our Eden with a heart forged in battle. You asked nothing but brotherhood in return. You embraced your family with the strength of gods. And you carried that strength until the end.”

The Soldier, freshly slain, lay proud, like a Viking martyr. Knife threaded between his fingers, the ancient burns that speckled him like rust on the armour he still seemed to bear. His Judges crowned the mountain ledges, howling to the night sky. In the torchlight, his fiery hair shimmered like copper wire; a fleeting glance might think it a halo encircling his skull. His mind, once full of the horrors of war, now quieted. His mouth, that knew the taste of man, free to taste the soil.

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by. There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

“Faith...”

He had yet to choose another.

None else had her heart, her spirit, her devotion.

“There were some who thought you cruel. Calculating. Jezebel incarnate. They did not understand that you were a mother, and with the burden of motherhood comes a heavy hand. I chose you because you did not shy away from the lessons children must learn. You took the lost and gave them wings. You took the despairing and gave them hope. You took the sick of soul and gave them peace. You took the name of Seed and let it’s glory shine through you. Rest well, my sister. Sleep well, my Faith.”

The Siren once wielded beauty. Now her face was swollen and pallid, bloated where the water had filled her pores and the creatures of the lake had begun to strip her skin away. Yet how sweetly she was scented by the flowers in her flaxen hair! It mingled with the fresh smell of the trees and the distant tang of smoke, heightened in the darkness, when the senses are keen. Even in death, she seduced onlookers with her song. A song composed of silence, of hope and dreams now lost, underscored with the cries of those who mourned.

You remember songs of heaven Which you sang with childish voice, Do you love the hymns they taught you, Or are songs of earth your choice?

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by. There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

“John...”

He’d finally reached the sky.

Feathered his wings.

Joseph’s heart was fracturing. Oh, the things he wished to say...

“I carry your sin upon my shoulder, that same shoulder three times you felt bitten by wrath. It is a sin of neglect. Neglect of your faith and your body, and by that, God, for we are made in his image. You saw a god every time you glanced in a mirror. A cruel world made you vain and selfish, and the child who had suffered so greatly thought you invincible. You drowned in your pride, as I drown in my regret that I could not save you. I pray that you know my disappointment, John, and I beg mercy for your soul. In all my prayers, and my dreams of eternity together, I ask only that God sees how very hard you tried.”

The Baptist had rotted where he had fallen, swallowed by the damp earth. Shards of dirt had claimed the sorrows inked upon his flesh, the stories he’d wanted to the world to know. His palms were frayed by rope. His lungs were lined with lead. But now he lay in the starlight, arisen from nature’s oesophagus to be cleansed and laid to rest with honour. The bones of his collapsing face seemed testament to how he’d be forgotten. But oh, how they cried his name! A saint, redeemed. A sinner, saved.

You can picture happy gath'rings 'Round the fireside long ago, And you think of tearful partings, When they left you here below.

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by. There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

In the distance, he could see the pyres silhouetted by the moonlight. Though their bodies were cold, his Heralds would soon feel warmth again, and the embers that rose from the flames would carry their souls to the stars.

It would be a sight remembered for an age; the first flames of a Collapse long awaited.

And soon, all would burn-

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Joseph’s eyes flickered open, and the fuchsia tinge of this new world’s morning mist settled into view. He sat lost in the blossoming forest, somewhere near the old compound. Sweet nectar scented the air. Damp grass and sodden earth cocooned his feet. He shivered slightly, his naked chest baptized by the dew.

Before him lay a single grave, shallow and solitary. Dirt was unceremoniously cast across it, and a rusted iron crucifix of Eden’s Gate, now New Eden, stood guard.

No flowers.

No velvet.

No choir of lamenting brothers and sisters.

Not even their names.

His body had whined under the strain of shovelling. Age and years of almost starving had weakened his arms, but when the Judge had offered to accompany him, to put to rest the overwhelming guilt that had consumed them, and to move the dirt for him, he gently refused. He owed it to his family to do it himself. It had taken him days to hike across the county, alone with only his memories, to collect their remains. What little remained of them after all those years.

He had had not the strength, or enough of them left, to dig three.

But they were reunited now, in eternal embrace. No ceremony. No procession. No pomp and martyrdom, as he had dreamed. Their resting place was the picture of modesty. Humility. A grave for the truly devoted. Their bones would turn to chalk and clay, and they would feed the insects and the reawakened soil.

Watch the new Eden grow.

Someday he’d be buried there with them.

Together forever.

And he thought, as he rested beside them to finish their song:

What more had they ever wanted?

One by one their seats were emptied, One by one they went away; Now the family is parted, Will it be complete one day?

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by. There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

#far cry 5 #FC5Week #FC5Week2019 #far cry new dawn #joseph seed #jacob seed #john seed #faith seed #the judge #this was a total shortcut so I didn't have to write something for every day hahahaha #I'm behind on my main fics hahaha #but now it's back to writing UNdead John #ugh this is massively description heavy but oh well #also with this #I've hit exactly 87000 words published on AO3 #woooooooo

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mystical-duck · 4 years

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Taking care of 5 baby bunnies. They are 3 days old now (We got them on the day they were born), the mother was violently slaughtered by a brush-hog. The nest flung 12 feet across the freshly cut field, fur the mother pulled from herself to make the nest continued to fluttered down long after bunnies hit the ground. J(16) and A(9) think we should keep them forever, G(13) and E (6) think we should let them go here in about a month or so. However G made a joke that I'd brought them in for the sake of having rabbit stew at which point H(14) replied that they would not feed us so we should wait until they are grown and he prefers rabbit shish-kabobed and cooked on the grill as opposed to stew. The debate is ongoing.

I've been watching Star Trek and the names have been inspired by the Voyager character (a former Borg ) that goes by the name of "7 of 9". The bunny "2 of 5" is currently my favorite.

The best success with substitute rabbit milk is as follows:

1 C fresh goat milk

2 small egg whites

2 T corn syrup

Feed 2-3 times per day, the amount I am unsure, less than 5cc at this point. They eat until they fall asleep, I take this as normal infant behavior.

I read a play with the following quote:

There once was a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was

married to a nurse. He loved her-- immeasurably. One day Halsted

noticed that his wife's hands were chapped and red when she came back

from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is

one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between

inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.

When I met Ana, I knew:

I loved her to the point of invention.”

― Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House

Now, with the above in mind I will tell you how the bunnies are fed. I've attached a paintbrush head to the end of a silly straw! Okay. Fine.. Not exactly a great invention that will change the world but pretty innovative none the less.

I've also found that if I romanticize and dramatize something as simple as feeding bunnies the kids will follow suit. The grand gestures of love can be found in the smallest of actions. We don't need as many explosions in action movies or grand sacrifices in romantic movies. Finding beauty in the subtle is something I would like them to learn especially in a culture that wants us all to be grand heroes. The amount of negative teen drama is reduced when we are too busy having Viking funerals for monarch butterflies. It is a win-win

#rescue #bunnies #parenting #adoption

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im sorry but that rabbit story is fucking hysterical

It’s honestly the funniest story I’ve ever been told and I absolutely bust it out at parties.

#the rabbit viking funeral story #y'all are the best

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rcmclachlan · 5 years

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Did your friend's girlfriend end up keeping the hastily-bought replacement rabbit? (Also kudos to her for keeping a cool head, I would have gone ballistic if I came home and saw an unfamiliar pet where mine should be, lol. I'd be both terrified and angry.)

As far as I know, yes! I mean, I certainly would have, because, hey! Free rabbit.

#the rabbit viking funeral story #y'all are the best

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rcmclachlan · 5 years

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lenottinbianco-thewhitenig-blog1 replied to your post: So, it’s occurred to me that I’ve never told y’all...

LOL “Burying a rabbit is like sailing a wooden little boat, except the boat is on fire, the lake is on fire and everything is on fire”

I’m literally LOL’ing

#lenottinbianco-thewhitenig-blog1 #the rabbit viking funeral story

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alicedopey · 2 years

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A Warrior’s Beauty

gif credits @honestsycrets

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Hvitserk x Amma

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angsty, Canon AU

Words: 1407 (still not a drabble, I’m a lost cause)

Warnings: (Light) self-depreciation, smut

Summary: Amma is feeling self-conscious, Hvitserk helps in his own special way.

A/N: Yay, I managed to write and to post something. I hope you will like it, @lol-haha-joke

Amma watched Hvitserk and Ivar interact with Prince Dir after Oleg’s funerals. She smiled. The two brothers seemed to getting along quite fine now. Hvitserk was not a shadow anymore but a real man. Somehow, the same brother who had destroyed him had managed to bring him back to life. He finally found his place and she could not be happier about it.

Her smile suddenly faltered as Katya and a pair of gorgeous Rus women approached the brothers and their new ally. Ivar’s attention was immediately set on Katya as Hvitserk was surrounded by the two other women. Amma watched him eying them up and down with his infamous salacious grin. Something yanked at her heart, she turned her eyes away from the scene and took the decision to go back to her chamber.

Nobody would notice her departure. There was no shieldmaiden in this Christian land where people kept watching her as if she was a rarity or an atrocity. Amma did not feel like she belonged but the moment Hvitserk took her in his care, she was aware that there would be no welcome back in Kattegat. She had sided with the traitors.

Once in her chamber, she took off her clothes and got ready for the night. Hvitserk barged in just as she was about to go to bed.

Amma froze for an instant, then asked nonchalantly, “Is there a problem?”

“Is there a problem?” He repeated, a little bit lost. “You’re the one who left with no warning.”

“I felt tired and I didn’t want to bother you.” Amma answered, taking a nonchalant tone again. The way she averted his eyes told him another story though.

“Is this about those women?”

Amma blushed. “You have the right to do anything you want. Just because we fucked once or twice…”

“Once or twice?” He chuckled as he pulled her against him. “We’ve been going at it like rabbits for a while now.”

Amma’s cheeks reddened even more, she slapped his chest playfully for good measure but he was right. The moment she was on her feet after this awful arrow had almost killed her, Hvitserk had not left her side. He had showed his intentions as clearly as he always could and it was not very long before they fell in the same bed…and had sex on a regular basis.

Nonetheless, she knew how insatiable Hvitserk was and those Rus women were a real sight to the eye.

“I’d understand if you wanted to have a taste of the Christian women.” She said matter-of-factly but still refused to meet his eyes. “I mean, they look so beautiful.”

“And you’re not?” Hvitserk tilted his head to the side. “Amma?”

She nervously played with the fabric of his tunic before granting him with an answer. “I…I have scars and burns and…they look so perfect and untouched, unaltered.”

“I have scars too and you still think I’m the hottest Viking, right?”

She did not raise her head but he could almost perceive the ghost of a smile on her face before he felt her punch his stomach. “Of course, idiot. It’s just…not the same for women.”

Feeling her utter lack of confidence, Hvitserk just pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head gently. His hands ran up and down on her back until he grew bold and let them wander a little bit lower. Amma knew he was trying to comfort her in his own personal way. After all, this Ragnarsson had never been good with words. She raised her head to meet his eyes, full of lust but also a little bit of concern. He cared, she realized. No matter how he showed it, he cared and that was the only important thing.

Their lips crashed and they took off their clothes frantically before tumbling on the bed.

Hvisterk’s lips traveled down her body, nipping and biting lightly, until he reached her womanhood. She felt his fingers playing with the thatch of hair down there before slipping two of his digits inside.

Amma’s head fell backwards on the pillow and she let out a loud moan. It spurred him on, the movements of his fingers quickened as his thumb toyed with her clit swiftly. The shieldmaiden was panting now as the pressure on her lower belly got stronger.

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Romancing Harald Finehair

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Harald x Reader

Genre: Modern AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

Words number: 1480 (yep, still don’t know how to write a drabble)

Summary: Harald does not believe he is worth it, you prove him wrong.

A/N: Here is your second request, love. @gearhead66

Harald was a man of many words. No matter the situation, he knew how to charm people with his words. This was one of the many reasons why you had fallen for him. You, the little flower girl that he met one day after you had delivered some floral arrangements for his company. He charmed you instantly. You had a date, two dates, three dates, and now one year later, the two of you were living together.

Now one year later, Harald was quite – unusually quiet. He still smiled, laughed, kissed you, cuddled you, made love to you but something was amiss. You knew he was convinced he was not the right one for you since that dreadful visit to your parents.

They were not known for their tolerance and understanding so you had tried your best to postpone the day Harald would meet them. You knew what type of comment they could say and how badly they could act. But when they invited you both for Christmas to celebrate with the whole family, there was no way you could have refused. Harald had felt humbled that your parents seemed so eager to meet him and he could not wait to celebrate this family holiday with your folks since he had not real family left except for his younger brother who was often away on a trip.

So, you went. Sadly, everything happened as you had foreseen it. Their judgmental faces when they saw how older than you he looked, the widening of their eyes when they heard his name, their fake sweet voices when they talked to him or their “not so subtle” jokes about his age. You were not certain Harald noticed any of it but if he did, he did not mention it – which was frankly even more noble of him.

Still, you were annoyed and had to confront them about their behavior. You did not need to do it though, because they cornered you in the kitchen as Harald and you were ready to leave a few da ys later.

“Honey, he is really charming but do you really think he’s the one for you?”

“And why wouldn’t he be, mother?” You raised your chin and crossed your arms on your chest defiantly.

“He is nearly 15 years older than you, honey. Isn’t it a bit too much?”

“Stop ‘honey’ me.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about our age gap. He is sweet, smart, caring and I love him. Besides, it’s not like I’m 18. I’m in my thirties so there is nothing wrong.”

“He is Harald Finehair.” Your mother hissed through her teeth. “Nothing good can come of this. If you want an older man so bad, why don’t you choose someone like Ragnar Lothbrok? At least, this one did something with his life.”

You could feel your blood boiling in your veins and were about to reply when someone coughed behind you.

Harald.

“We’d better leave if we don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”

Your parents had the decency to look a little bit uneasy but you were mortified.

During your way back home, Harald chatted with you as if nothing had happened but it was clear he had been hurt by your parents’ words and that he did not want to talk about it.

Since then, he had been slightly off. It pained your immensely and you decided to show him you loved him and that he was the one for you in spite of what your parents thought.

So, on this Friday night, you had prepared his favorite dish and put one your sexiest black dress – the one he loved so much, ready to woo him as he deserved to be.

When he came back from work, you were nervous wreck but you hid your trembling hands behind your back and welcomed him with a tender kiss on the lips. Harald looked around the room with a questioning gaze.

“What are we celebrating?” He asked, eying upside down with a smirk.

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to act nonchalant. “Do we need a reason?”

Harald watched you closely as if he was hoping to read some answer on your face but he found none. “I guess not.”

“Great! Now go and get ready for dinner.”

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The Wallflower

Gorgeous moodboard made by the talented @naaladareia Thanks babe !

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Hvitserk x Plus-size reader

Genre: Modern AU, Drama, Angst, Romance

Words: 1742

Warnings: Angst, some self-depreciation (barely)

Summary: The only thing you wish for is to dance...

A/N: Here is my contribution to @youbloodymadgenius 1k Celebration. I’ll let you find out which famous line I picked up, it would spoil the plot. This might turn into a multipart series, depends if you like this one or not.

Your boss was a flirt. Well, one of them was, to be exact. When every employee of the food company you were working for had learnt that two young Danish men had bought the firm from your very American boss, brows were raised. What would they make of it?

Two years later, it turned out they had drastically changed it and made it one of the most famous brands of Danish food in the United States. Those different brothers seemed to complete each other and formed an effective duet.

Ivar was very professional, blunt, harsh sometimes but his mind was swirling with ideas and he knew how to deal with all the competitors his company could cross path with.

Hvitserk was…quite the opposite. He was the cook so he was very creative and more easy-going, funny, smiling and very friendly. Sometimes, he was even too friendly; you reminded yourself as you heard a fit of giggles coming from your other female colleagues on the other side of the room where Hvitserk was probably telling one of his silly stories or praising the women with endless compliments.

It would be a lie to pretend that he was not very charming but contrary to most of your colleagues, you did not take the praises coming out of his mouth very seriously. It was just in his nature to flirt with every girl he met and that also included an older and heavier woman like you. In your mind, Hvitserk could not date a woman like you but rather a perfect looking woman who would shine next to him. It was perfectly fine. Your curves were not everyone’s cup of tea but you did not mind because they were yours and you loved them – well, more like learned to love them.

“So…what did you decide to do for your reunion this weekend?”

Your brows furrowed at your closest colleague’s question and your eyes looked away from Hvitserk. “What do you mean? I already told you I was going.”

“Not that.” Lisa scoffed. “Did you find someone to go with?”

“I did not look for anybody. I’m going alone.”

“You can’t do that.” She replied in a categorical tone. “This would be highly humiliating.”

Lisa was known for being overdramatic over many things so you were not surprised she was reacting this way.

“I was single at the time, you know.” You tried to reason patiently with her. “So, it won’t be a surprise for them if that still is the case fifteen years later.”

Her eyes widened. “You are kidding, right?” She exclaimed a little bit too loud for your liking. “You have to…okay, you know what? I will help you find someone. In fact, I think my brother is free this weekend. I can ask him, he wouldn’t mind.”

“No, thank you.” You had already met the man. He was nice and handsome but not very discreet, just like his sister. “Besides, I don’t like the blind date thing.”

Lisa leaned forwards and whispered, “Pay someone then…” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Right. Paying for a man to play your date, way to boost your ego. You knew Lisa meant well but the more she kept suggesting things, the more humiliated you felt. “No.”

She looked at you as if you were too stubborn for your own good. “You know, having a date means you would be able to dance…”

You sighed. She clearly knew which weak spot to strike on. “Lisa…”

“Good morning, ladies!”

The two of you startled at Hvitserk’s voice. “What’s the topic today?”

“Convincing Y/N to bring a date to her high school reunion.” Lisa answered without thinking. She instantly mouthed an “I’m sorry” as Hvitserk looked at you questioningly.

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58 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 01:00:47 GMT

A New Kind of Adventure

(gif credits to @cobalt-owl)

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Romance, light angst

Pairing: Halfdan X Reader

Words number: 1045

Warning: none

Summary: Halfdan has gone raiding and exploring while you are waiting for him at home, pregnant.

A/N: This was requested by my sweet @gearhead66. Enjoy !

“You are sure you will be alright?” Your husband asked, his chestnut eyes boring into yours as he was trying to get the answer in them.

“Yes, of course.”

The boats were ready, Bjorn was eagerly waiting and your husband had been bouncing for days about their plans. What else could you do or say?

“Goodbye, Halfdan the Black. May the Gods be with you.”

“May the Gods be with you and our little one.” He replied, tenderly stroking your swollen belly.

You smiled up at him. The two of the you exchanged a kiss before he stopped on the boat and left for his new exciting adventure.

A comforting hand squeezed your shoulder, you turned your head on the side and met the worried eyes of your brother-in-law, King Harald Finehair.

Weeks later, he was giving you that same worried stare as he was about to leave you for the night.

“You are sure you will be alright?”

A smiled crossed your lips when you realized he pronounced the exact same words that his brother had said to you before his departure. They were so different and yet so alike in so many ways.

“Yes, I am. You don’t have to worry, Harald. I have everything I need and I can take care of myself. Besides, I am not alone.” You added, gesturing towards the thralls fussing in the room.

“You would be safer with us.” Us being he, his wife and their three children.

There was a reason Halfdan and you had chosen to live on your own and not with the royal couple, as they had offered. Family was a blessing but also a curse and your couple needed some intimacy. So, you had found a little cabin not too far away where you could live and go whenever you felt like it. And you strongly felt like going there right now.

“I am a shield maiden, Harald. I know how to fight.”

“You are a heavily pregnant shieldmaiden.” He retorted.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Harald, please…”

“Fine.” He answered in a heavy sigh. I will leave two guards here though and please send your thralls to warn me if anything happens.”

You simply nodded to show your consent. Harald left, half-satisfied.

You knew he was worried, he had been from the moment Halfdan had left. In fact, he did not understand why his brother had chosen to leave and go raiding instead of staying with his wife.

Assuring that it had not bothered you to see Halfdan leaving would have been a lie. Of course, you would have loved for him to stay next to you during the whole pregnancy and hold your child the moment he was born…but Halfdan loved raiding and discovering new places. He was always looking for some new adventure. You knew this before marrying him and you could not ask him to choose. You loved him too much for that.

The baby kicked and you winced. It was getting more and more active every day so all the more exhausting.

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103 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 01:00:46 GMT

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Ivar x plus-size reader

Genre: Modern AU, Smut, Romance

Words: 3034

Warnings: Smut, oral (giving and receiving), self-depreciation

Summary: Working with Ivar has triggered something in your mind, especially at night.

A/N: This was supposed to be posted for @flowers-in-your-hayr ‘s birthday but is now my contribution to her 650 followers celebration. (Moodboard is her own creation) Enjoy !

“Mr Ragnarsson, I…”

“Ivar, call me Ivar.”

It seemed accurate, since he was balls deep inside you.

“Ivar”. You were painting. “I’m going to come.”

Your words made him thrust deeper into you. “Then come, Y/N. Come on my cock.”

His hips were snapping madly. He was close to his release as well. You could tell by the way his brows were tightly knit or his mouth was making this sexy pout you liked so much.

You raised your hips to meet his, he viciously grabbed your thigh and dived even deeper into you, touching your cervix in the most delicious way. A scream fell from your lips.

Eyes wide opened, you woke up in your bed. Sweat was dripping down your bed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you rolled on the side to check your alarm and your eyes widened even more when you realized you had overslept again. Fifteen minutes was not much but it was still a lack of fifteen minutes in your morning routine before going to work.

You jumped out of bed and into the shower. The hot water helped your muscles relax. Those dreams were driving you crazy.

They had begun a few weeks ago when you were assigned to work with Ivar Ragnarsson on a very important contract. Since you spoke many languages fluently, the Ragnarssons considered you as one of the most valuable employees in their firm. When Bjorn had offered you to work alongside his little brother, you were flattered. Scared, but flattered. After all, Ivar had grown quite a reputation and the last thing you wanted was to end up like his personal punching ball.

Yet, working with him had revealed itself to be quite an adventure – and not in a bad way. Ivar was witty and passionate. He was sometimes treating you like an assistant, especially in front of his brothers but he was bearable most of the time.

The real problem were those dreams that had been haunting you during your sleep for a while now. Of course, they were mostly about sex: him taking you on your bed, in his office, against the wall, in his car…

The first time it happened you had laughed, figuring it was just a fantasy. He was quite a sight, after all. Second and third times were annoying. Then, it took place once or twice a week…and it started affecting the way you were behaving at work. A mere glance his way and you instantly became an awkward mess. Ivar would mostly get irritated, which made the situation worse and he ended up looking at you as if you had grown two heads.

If only you could make them stop but the more you wished for your crazy mind to leave you alone at night, the more you dreamt about him. So much that you had to admit to yourself you were falling for your boss. A boss who, according to flawless creatures he took to his bed, would certainly not glance at you for one second. You and your curves, you and your fat….no, definitely not his type you thought as you straightened your blouse over your wide hips a few minutes later before leaving for work.

Ivar was not there yet when you arrived at the office. You almost ran to the conference room in order to get everything ready for the presentation. It had to be perfect or he would throw a fit. Every brother would start yelling at the others and you would be blamed by Ivar in the end.

“Everything ready?”

You jumped, hearing Ivar’s voice and turned your eyes towards him. He was nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe.

“Yes”, you let out in a whisper.

His eyes scanned the room to check how you had everything settled. “You did well.”

“Thanks.” You squeaked nervously.

Ivar chuckled at your reaction. A shiver rand down your spine. “Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine. We worked hard on this.”

If only he knew what you were really nervous about…

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168 notes • Posted 2021-03-19 01:00:59 GMT

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