#valhalla ladder

[glitteringcrab]

Morty Prime's personality regression

Some fans (and I'm among those fans) feel like it seems Morty Prime's character development has regressed after Unmortiricken (S7E5).

Like he's more docile... less challenging of Rick... more accepting of Rick's shit...

There are a few possible explanations for this:

1. Morty sub-consciously trying his hardest not to act like Evil Morty

2. Evil Morty planting in Morty Prime's head the poisonous idea that Rick C-137 might commit suicide if Morty Prime is not there to emotionally support him

3. Rick C-137 is not so much a jerk these days. He hasn't messed with Morty with any Vats of Acid, hasn't created a robot version of himself. The worse thing he did was the Valhalla thing.

4. Morty Prime being more understanding of Rick C-137's mental state and finding more patience to deal with him.

But... at the same time, some of Morty's behaviors seemed so out of character that we fans (and I was among those faaaaans) built a whole theory that Morty Prime had been replaced by Evil Morty post Unmortricken....! ("Freaky Mortys Theory", for anyone interested. There are tags with it)

I think if we look a bit deeper in this season's Morty Prime (and the previous seasons) we'll notice some... interesting things.

Let's compare Morty Prime's and Evil Morty's capabilities and personality characteristics across the seasons, shall we?

Charisma

Evil Morty got himself elected:

Morty Prime convincing (little pieces of himself) as Marta:

Morty Prime rallying the trapped Mortys:

Gosh, they even do the same gestures

A "healthy" Morty Prime, no longer burdened by his awkwardness can climb the social ladder really fast:

And of course, the attribute slider:

Intelligence (probably one of Evil Morty's defining characteristics - "you're like an evil Morty, a clever one" as Rick Prime put it)

I'd have to put screenshots of every single scene Evil Morty is in, so let's dig in straight to Morty Prime instead lol

See above attribute slider.

See above Morty managing to become a Stock Broker, totally something a moron could do

Morty Prime casually disarming neutrino bombs, totally something a moron could do

Morty Prime beating Rick at a board game (and Rick freaking mind blowing him over it, the giant 8-year-old)

Suddenly being able to do math, which meant that he always could do math, he just wasn't really motivated to try:

And mind you, this was in Season 7 post Unmorticken, during the time we felt that Morty Prime's personality had regressed, and it was one of the "clues" we fans used as "proof" that this was really Evil Morty.

Of course, Morty Prime has A LOT (like, A LOT) of dumb moments as well. But the capability of intelligence is definitely there.

Manipulation

All of Evil Morty, where to even start lol

Let's head for Morty Prime instead.

Morty Prime presenting himself as super ecologically sensitive to Planetina. I mean, he definitely was on board with ecological activism etc, but he also wouldn't visit random forest fires to help. The liar. Planetina somehow fell for that.

"I'm your little brother, you have to take care of me!" was Morty Prime trying his hand at manipulation with Summer. And this was in Season 7 post Unmortricken, during Morty Prime's "regressed" phase.

The "trickle down effect" with Tricia seeing him ripped by the attribute slider was pretty clever, and manipulative (not maliciously, but still). This was ALSO in Season 7 post Unmortricken, during Morty Prime's "regressed" phase.

"Why would I be friends with a witch" was very fast thinking on Morty's part:

Again, this was in Season 7 post Unmortricken, in Morty Prime's "regressed" phase.

Physical abilities

Lookit Evil Morty flying:

And now look at Mort Prime performing Evil Morty's flying kick, which he definitely couldn't do before Unmortricken:

This was one of the "clues" we fans interpreted as "proof" that this was really Evil Morty, but since that theory has been jossed, the next obvious conclusion is that Morty Prime has been training.

And this was in Season 7 post Unmortricken as well, where we fans have been complaining about Morty Prime's personality regressing.

Extreme self harm as a step to freedom

I'm a hundred percent sure Evil Morty orchestrated his own assassination attempt and willingly walked towards the person who'd shoot him:

And, as another fan pointed (check out the tags!), Morty Prime did this:

Even the other guy, who was trying to kill Morty in that scene, is disturbed lol

Murder

Evil Morty probably has the biggest body count out of anyone, along with Rick C-137... But Morty Prime can get... trigger happy as well.

Shooting Rick C-137 in a fit of rage:

Getting really happy in the "trigger-happy" part during the Purging episode:

(thankfully, it was not played as a joke)

The Death Crystals deserve a special mention. So many people dead, just so he could grow old with his crush ("and people call me Evil Morty") and somehow it's played as a joke:

All those poor dudes in the Narnia dimension:

Desensitization to murder

It seems that any amount of murder is small potatoes to Evil Morty:

In "Mort: Ragnarick" Morty Prime complains about being desensitized to murder, and then Rick makes him kill people repeatedly (which Morty does obediently), during an episode where he has one of the highest body counts:

Most of the people he keeps killing are immortal Viking ghosts who literally live to die (lol) but Morty still is the one committing the murder, and he even tells Rick not to kill the Vatican guards (who die for real) every time, which I think Rick actually agreed with, thankfully...

Needless cruelty

There was no need for this, Evil Morty!!!! It served zero rational purpose!

Oh, you're gonna think. Morty Prime is not like that. Sure, he kills people, but he never draws it out.

Think again:

"Careful, Ethan. Your s'more is burning."

Ethan simply dumped Morty's sister!! That's not good enough reason to turn him into a deformed monster, Ethan was just being an immature teenager!

...Not to mention Morty Prime literally tried to roofie Jessica (not exactly cruel, but... quite evil).

Okay, I'm gonna stop here and say that I don't mean to stretch things. We've known Morty Prime for 7 seasons and the amount of times he has been manipulative, trigger-happy or evil can each be counted on one hand, while those same characteristics are pretty much defining of Evil Morty. The potential exists in Morty Prime, but it becomes reality in its most extreme form in Evil Morty.

In addition, there are some differences between the two:

Evil Morty has patience, single-minded focus and the ability to come up with incredibly convoluted schemes (it's... almost like he spent unimaginable amounts of time trapped as a prisoner in his own body, unable to act, unable to do anything but wait and plan), while it also seems he is devoid of empathy (cough), forgiveness, or the desire for connection (I will probably make separate posts for the those two).

POINT 1: I suspect that their differences can be accounted for if the theory that they grew up differently is true; one in the safety of his home and family, the other in the uncertain and hostile environment of the Citadel.

Morty Prime never had to be manipulative, because he could always just ask to get what he needed. His more violent tendencies get suppressed by the humane examples his (non-Rick) family members set. He tries to do the right, moral thing 99% of the time because he grew up learning the virtues of kindness and compassion, and did not get brainwashed by a hundred different versions of his nihilistic grandpa into discarding universes and people like single-use coffee cups.

I suspect that Morty Prime and Evil Morty might be WAY too similar, and it's just that Evil Morty's brain is in constant overdrive survival mode, while Morty Prime is in normal kid mode.

I suspect that the parallel between Morty Prime and Evil Morty is meant to be a story of "nature vs nurture" and the effects of long-term abuse and neglect can have on a child.

POINT 2: I suspect that the series' climax might revolve around a revelation that Rick was wrong all along:

That Morty Prime (and any Morty) is just as clever as any Rick, and he doesn't get to show his brilliance because he's just a young child who can do stuff like waste time playing videogames and date girls and hung around with his family instead of honing every skill he has into a deadly weapon just so he can survive.

I feel like this is a revelation that has been building up for a while:

(and poor Morty doesn't react in this scene during Rick's admittance, because of course it doesn't concern him: he is just an idiot, he is not "intelligent in a different way" like Bigfoot is)

POINT 3: While it may be true that Morty Prime has been more... docile and patient and forgiving of Rick post Unmortricken, the way I see it, he's also physically training, is becoming more manipulative and we have more proof that he's actually really smart.

...So, I wouldn't call his personality change a "regression"...

...more like... a shift... towards higher forgiveness and tolerance and towards cultivating his capabilities.

Which, if Rick C-137 screws up and does something to betray Morty Prime's unconditional love, would bode really badly.

#evil morty #rick and morty #morty smith #morty prime

[malleusthehammer]

Can you do a fic with Tesla using the prompt No.10. Dragging them to the clinic.

ABSOLUTELY!!!! i love this ehehehe!! i am SUPER sorry for the wait!!

Tesla dragging you to the clinic to get healed Warnings: Blood, wounds, gore etc. Type: Drabble!!

You had fought in round 7 of Ragnarok. Against the king of Helheim himself, Hades. Your vision was blurred with blood as you smiled, watching Hades' body dicinigrate and fall out into nothing. Humanity cheered from the stands of the colosseum. You gently looked up, your smile never wider. You were vitally wounded, but you didnt care. You had won. You hobbled to the exit, your vision blocked out by your hair and blood that dripped from your forehead.

A few nurses were crowded around the entrance, readily with medical supplies. Your eyes widened as you saw them, your feet stopping in their tracks. You DESPISED hospitals, and you always treated yourself when you had wounds. The nurses rushed towards you and you backed up, your free hand holding your open wound on your abdomen.

“U-Uh no thank you- i’m fine!”

The nurses persisted, ushering you towards the stretcher.

“We need to heal you-!”

You smiled politely, shaking your head and trying to get away from them.

You shoveled through them, hissing in pain as you ran from them. After you had left that conundrum, you tried to hide. Feeling that if someone found you, they would pull you to med bay. You managed to find a bathroom, doing the best you can to clean blood off of yourself and cover up some wounds.

You aimlessly wondered through the halls of Valhalla, searching for your room. Brünhilde had made it quite clear where your room was, but who could remember after such a fight like that?

You had walked for a while, and the severity of your wounds had finally hit you. You walked up to these rather large doors, the outside etched in beautiful carvings. With the strength you had left, you pushed open the doors. You pushed and pushed, eventually hobbling into the room.

It may have not been your room, but it was a place to hide. That was until you saw the dogpile of men in the middle, snoring. You were slightly caught off guard by how large the room was. The ceiling was large and it turned into a dome at the top. It must be an observatory. You took a deep breath, to tired to care. You hobbled into the room, finding a good place to lean against the wall and sit on the ground. You closed your eyes, your eyelids heavy. The silence was nice, other than the occasional scratch of chalk on a chalkboard.

You gently shook off the noises, sighing gently and wincing at the pain. You curled up in a ball, resting your head on your knees as your breathing slowed. You were only brought out of the trance when you heard some one mumbling and creaking. You looked up to see a rather tall man stepping down from a metal ladder. His gloved hand rubbed his chin as his shoes clacked on the tile of the room. He still hadn't seen you yet, which was a good thing in your eyes.

And you were completely hidden! Other than the fact that you were covered in your own blood. You put your head back down, closing your eyes. You felt the adrenaline slowly dissipate, pain filling the void. You groaned, splaying your legs out and resting your head on the wall.

"Hello? Are you alright? Hellooo?"

The mans voice rung out in the observatory, causing you to open your eyes and see him. His gentle reddish hair shined in the light, his furrowed brows adding to the factor that he was already quite attractive.

"Im- I'm fine.. Who are you-??"

He stayed silent, observing you and your wounds. You looked at him like he was crazy. For another minute or two, he looked at your beaten body before standing up and clearing his throat.

"I'm going to call in some nurs-''

"NO!"

You quickly countered him, trying to stand up but immediately regretting it and falling back on the wall. You groaned and winced in pain, holding your abdomen. He quickly fell to your side, trying to help you.

"You are wounded terribly- you need a doctor immediately!!"

You looked at him with your brows furrowed and teeth gritted.

"I'm. Fine.."

He clicked his tongue at you, slipping his body underneath your arm and helping you stand.

"No, non.. you are not fine. im taking you to med bay whether you like it or not."

Your death glare didn't seem to stir him. He was on a mission, and he wasn't going to move. He drug you through the halls of Valhalla, staying your speed as not to hurt you. The both of you were silent as you walked to the bay. He brought you in, nurses swarming the both of you. He watched with a sly smile as the nurses bombarded you. You gave him a 'Fuck you' glance, and he laughed.

The nurses were quick to fix you up, using all their talents and equipment to help. Praise Zeus you don't have to worry about money in Valhalla, you'd be in such terrible debt by just walking into med bay. Hours passed as you laid in the bed, staring up at the blank ceiling. You wouldn't be in this predicament if it wasn't for walking into those obvious doors.

A small knock pulled you out of your trance as you looked to see who it was. It was the man from earlier. You still hadnt caught his name.

"Good evening, I came to check on you.."

You sat up, your teeth gritted at the man.

"Thank you.. whats your name?

Silence fell between you two as he walked forward, grabbing your hand gently and bringing it to his lips. He kissed your knuckles gently, looking up at you. You felt your face heat up as he set your hand gently back down.

"Tesla.. Nikola Tesla."

GGEGSHSD okay hi :3 HOPEFULLY THIS IS OKAY DHAUDBJKJ again i am SO sorry for the wait!! I really hope you enjoyed!!

#record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok art #record of ragnorak #nikola tesla #nikola tesla ror #record of ragnarök tesla #nikola tesla record of ragnarok #nikola tesla x reader

[unearthedbyodin]

A witch’s take on a wind chime. Well, I was going to make a Valhalla ladder with cinnamon sticks (though it’s typically made from driftwood), the bug of the full moon bit my ass and I was compelled to make this. Made from large cinnamon sticks, of which I kept two for top and broke up the others. Bay leaves woven in between, 3 roses I have dried myself. What’s important to know is that the yarn was anointed with a sacred ritual and protection oil (I rubbed the oil on my palms and threaded the yard through as I made everything). Cinnamon sticks are amazing for protection, cleansing, banishing, and grounding. Amazing prosperity and health. I anointed this while a cedar spray, protection spray, anointed (dipped a feather in each oil and brushed over everything) with Go Away Evil, Protection, and Thor oils. You can hang this up in your home and it serves a number of benefits (don’t get me started on how rad bay leaves are). I braided some yarn and let it dangle while thinking of intention. This keeps your home safe, happy; full of love, laughter, health. It wards from sickness, evil eye, negativity energy from work or otherwise. It is also very telling for those in the spirit realm, to tread this path with respect (on both ways) and to keep any from causing any mischief in your home (well, not too much that is). Thor was petitioned as well, to wield his hammer and smash anything that threatens my family/hearth/pets. Witchcraft is just so much fun and I love the beauty that comes from it.

#pagan #witch #witchcraft #heathen #hedge witch #Seidr #shaman #shamaness #occult #Norse pagan #polytheist #old magic #roots and bones #sticks and stones #nature witch #cottagecore #goblincore #crowcore

[casspurrjoybell-23]

Berserkr - Chapter 6 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Scars to Skin

"Take me to your furs."

Standing at once, Einar carried his Omega wherever he desired to go, all the while not even bothering to disconnect his mouth from the holy place where Valie's neck met his shoulder.

A place that made the Alpha's canines slide from their sheaths in anticipation of bestowing a claiming mark there.

An act he could never fulfill, no matter how much it burned him to resist the instinct.

The wars he fought were much too dangerous and the guilt of tying his lifeline to Valie's would only ever fester as he waited for the day he would inevitably be slain in battle, taking not just one but two souls with him to Valhalla's gates.

Linking himself to his fated in such a way was not an option that he would ever give himself permission to make.

Valie released a soft breath as Einar finally lay him across the bed of furs and slick immediately dripped from between his thighs, soiling the spot beneath him with the oily substance.

Half-lidded eyes drank his Alpha in, star-struck by the sheer mass of the man as he hovered over him, hard and sturdy as a roof.

But even so, the Alpha did not pause.

He couldn't pause. He wouldn't, not unless it was the wish of his ástvinur.

Back arching, Valie's whimper was a taste as Einar's lips finally moved south, canines nicking skin at intermittent intervals, hands ripping at fabric and tongue tracing the borders of the patches of lighter skin along Valie's body until he finally managed to latch his lips around a blush pink nipple.

Einar sucked the pert bud into his mouth, massaging the tip with his tongue before swirling it around in circles.

Valie's hands encouraged his Alpha's advance, multicolored hands tangling back up into the blonde strands that he was quickly becoming addicted to.

"Ngh..." Vali sighed, turning his cheek into softness beneath him, curls shaking against the furs as his thighs rubbed together wetly.

The accompanying squelch that they made sent an explosion of need through Einar's body, climbing his vertebrae like a ladder.

Ripping away at the shirt Valie wore as he continued his hasty descent, the Alpha's lips traced the soft dips and swells of his Omega's stomach as more and more skin was revealed, tongue momentarily dipping into his navel with a gruff sound before continuing onward.

He hesitated for a moment before ripping the rest of the fabric from his Omega's body, momentarily wondering if he was about to horribly and irreversibly misinterpret his ástvinur's body language and step over a line that he wasn't ready to cross.

But the firm pressure of an encouraging hand, pressing against the top of his head as if begging for more, made up his mind for him.

The high-pitched moan that screeched its way out of Vali's heaving lungs as Einar ripped the rest of the fabric and dragged a hot, wet strip down the length of his cock had to have been a slice of heaven.

The scent of his Omega was so heavy there, lacing the air with syrupy sweet slick and a mouthwatering musk unique to his own, beautiful biology.

Einar's eyes rolled, purring deep in his chest as he savored it.

How he longed to meld that scent with his own, to slather his Valie so thickly in his Alpha pheromones that no one would ever even get a chance to cast a fragment of doubt onto the fact that it was he who carried the other half of his soul.

Licking a strip of heat along his taint, Einar's eyes... a deeper, more striking shade of blue than ever witnessed before... dug into Valie's fluttering ones with an intensity that left the Omega floating.

And then, with a confident roll of his massive shoulders and a tilt of his head, the Alpha maintained eye contact as he finally reached the gem he had been waiting so impatiently for, swiping his tongue along Vali's delectable rim, licking at the ring of muscle like it was to be the very last meal of his life.

"A-Alpha," Valie's voice was a shattered mess as he begged, wholly unable to look as Einar plundered his fated's hole like it was to be his latest conquest.

The Alpha's tongue twisted, lapped and sucked, shaking his head as he worked his way deeper into Vali's most tender place, giant hands wrapping entirely around his thighs to keep them up and out of the way of his feast.

Dear Odin... Valie's slick was more than an aphrodisiac, piercing knives of bliss straight down to his cock, which was now leaking profusely into his britches, pooling into a dark spot.

Einar yielded himself to the pleasure of his Omega while he worked his body open on his spear-like tongue, reality rippling like water around him as a symphony of moans, mewls and begs melded together into a sweet lullaby of ecstasy, jamming out the never-ending cries for mercy that had haunted his nightmares for so long.

There eventually came a moment when Einar's lungs lurched for air and he pulled back for a brief moment, the lower half of his face practically dripping with all of the greasy slick that he had managed to coax from Valie's reactive body.

It was only supposed to be a momentary lapse before he would happily dive back down, working his Omega's ass until his rim spasmed uncontrollably around his tongue but apparently, the smaller man had many different plans for their evening.

A grip on his scalp pulled him back up to his Omega's lips and they both sighed as their flavors melded, Valie tasting caramel and musk on his Alpha's lips.

Then, they broke away to release a tandem moan, lips brushing as Einar squeezed his eyes shut, giant arms trembling at the unexpected sensation that wrecked him to the core.

At some point unbeknownst to him, Valie had worked his legs around his Alpha's waist and arched his way up until he managed to work their cocks into a sultry slide against each other.

Valie cried out, hands moving everywhere along Einar's shoulders, chest and arms as if grieving connection despite the fact that they were close enough to feel one another's body heat.

In a flare of confidence, the Omega used his thighs, shins and feet to kick away at Einar's britches, freeing the heavy, glistening cock that the brown fabric once shielded from Valie's impoverished eye.

Peering between their slick bodies, Valie almost choked.

To be fair, Einar's cock was extremely proportional to the rest of him, all of which could be described as nothing else but unequivocally massive.

But for some reason, Valie's brain hadn't made the connection until now, thighs quivering and slick bubbling from his stretched hole as his body reacted in kind.

There were no words, absolutely none for the way it felt when Einar's hips pumped of their own volition and the first few inches of his cock slid between the slick cheeks of Valie's ass, leaving behind a thick string of precum to mix in with the mess already accumulating there.

All that Einar knew was that his body almost completely collapsed, fighting to remember to hold himself a few inches upright to keep from crushing his Omega underneath his nearly three-hundred-pound frame.

Instead, he wrapped Valie up in his arms, easily slipping the tree trunk-like things underneath his Omega's lithe waist.

The bulk of the extremity made his back arch off of the furs but Valie couldn't care less.

In fact, it only made the angle better for what he planned to do next.

Einar mouthed at Vali's scent gland again now, canines dragging across the spot and leaving thin rivulets of blood in their wake, as if edging a true bite.

But dear Odin, he almost just fucking did it when Valie shifted his hips, causing the dripping head of his cock to catch on his Omega's puffy, stretched rim.

Growling low, he had to tighten his grip around his Omega to keep him still.

Dear Odin, if he really did it... if he dared sink deep inside of his Omega right now, stretching that beautiful little hole around the girth of his cock, he feared that he would never again be the same man he was before Valie came rushing into his life, stabbing him in the arm with his adorable little pitchfork.

But why would he ever want to be that man again?

With a grunt so low it sounded more like a rumble, the Alpha pressed his hips forward, splintering his Omega apart on his cock.

Valie cried out so loud that Einar had to muffle it with his lips and tongue, kissing his Omega through every inch as his cock slowly disappeared inside of him, stretching his virginal walls to the limit.

Their size difference was immense and that fact was not lost to the Omega as they dissolved into one another, hole gaping around the mass that Einar forced inside of it.

But no matter how much it burned as it strained the limits of his body's capacity, Valie would have never asked him to slow down or stop.

No, he savored every second of it, parting his lips against Einar's and begging for more with the flick of his tongue.

They pulled back a few millimeters, expressions contorting into ones of pure bliss once Einar finally bottomed out, balls pressed up tight against his Omega's ass.

"So full..." Valie slurred, drunk off of precum and cock as he clung to his Alpha, dull nails digging crescent shapes into his back.

Einar could only huff, entire body wracked with rapture as he shook uncontrollably, sweat dripping from his hairline and onto Valie's equally moist body.

The Alpha would have been content to simply stay there forever, sheathed deep inside of his Omega's body like a sword in stone.

But the eager twitch of his ástvinur's hips immediately turned him into a rabid beast, unleashing a single-minded search for his fated's most blissful release.

Arms reached, fingers twitched and wrists brushed as they clawed at one another, moist bodies sliding when Einar finally began to move.

The muscles of his lower back and ass flexed, radiating power but the couple's touches told of glimmers of fear, of their mutual need for contact.

They clutched one another with a ferocity that felt like fighting against death itself.

Valie's eyes could no longer open and if they did, one would only see white as he was jolted on and off of his Alpha's cock, the larger man's heavy rod reaching so deep and hard inside of his ass that it rattled his very bones.

His thinly stretched rim dragged on the thick shaft with each stroke.

Einar had been a victim of pleasure before.

But this... this was euphoria, rapture, ecstasy.

So perfect that it was almost painful every time he pulled from his Omega's wet hole before plunging back in with a frenzied roll of his hips.

Einar rolled his cheek into Valie's scent gland and attempted to drown himself in it as he shifted the angle of his hips, searching for a certain spot.

The Alpha was rewarded for his adventure with a fucked-out sound, punctured into two when the fucking of the Alpha's hips knocked the air from his Omega's lungs.

The Alpha had never been so grateful that his quarters were so isolated from the rest of the village as he was right then, a shock of possessive energy thrumming through his system as the thought of anyone else paying witness to his fated's salacious moans or the sticky, sweet scent that drove him to the brink of utter insanity.

Breathy moans, filthy squelches and the sound of skin clapping against skin filled the loft as they disappeared into one another, Einar's enormous body almost completely eclipsing that of his fated.

Back undulating while beads of sweat trickled down the valley of his spine, Einar's body moved like a tsunami wave, relishing in the way his Omega's walls squeezed around him, how they milked the length of his cock, drawing rivulets of precum from his slit like no other.

Before long it all become too much... the dewy softness of his Omega's multicolored skin, the cobra-like squeeze around his cock, the broken moans that trickled from Valie's plump lips like a fountain and Einar's breaths caught, canines throbbing and knot beginning to swell with the imminent nature of his release.

Valie wasn't far behind, the cavern of his hole spasming with the promise of an orgasm as he rode the powerful pump of his Alpha's rugged hips like he was born to do it, absorbing each harsh stroke into his body with a grateful sort of graciousness.

"Oh, Valie..." Einar moaned out, hips steadily losing their calculated pattern of attack as his balls drew up tight, preparing to endow his Omega with seed.

"My Omega. Please..." the Alpha begged, canines quivering as if they wanted to jump right out of his gums and into Vali's throat.

It didn't help when his fated tilted his neck in submission, abused scent gland pulsating beneath his most potent artery right in front of his face.

"Hold me..." Valie begged, needing to be crushed.

Needing to be consumed.

"Please Alpha, tighter."

At that very moment, Einar wanted nothing other than to tie their souls, to bite deep into his Omega's neck as he locked him onto his knot, filling his fated so thoroughly that his seed would have nowhere to go but retreat inside of his womb.

Crushing Vali so close that he could feel each ridge of his delicate ribs as they dug into his hard abdomen, Einar cried out with a shattered roar, sinking his canines deep into his own forearm as he forced his hips forward, driving his knot past the barrier of his Omega's rim.

His balls squeezed into hard rocks, spurting stream after stream of searing cum across every wall, every ridge, every millimeter of his fated's womb.

For the second night in a row, Valie sobbed once more, although this time it was for a completely different reason than the night prior.

His own cock jerked and splattered Omega cum between their chests and his hole gushed with slick as he came all over his Alpha's cock, coating Einar's length and balls with the sweet substance.

The moment was one that both men would never forget, souls flipped inside out as they adhered themselves to one another.

They trembled at the tail end of desperate lust, emerging into the earliest sprouts of what they feared may be... love?

Or at least, that's what it seemed like to Einar and Valie, both of whom were long estranged from such a feeling, writing off the idea of such profound devotion as a myth recounted by those who had yet to be tainted by the harsh realities of existence.

But truthfully, assigning a word to whatever it was that they had just experienced together made no difference.

All that mattered is that in that moment, when his canines retracted and eyes cracked open, blonde tresses cascading down around the angelic face of his Valie as they breathed one another's air, Einar allowed himself to hold onto a dream.

In that dream he held Vali in his arms, caressing the bump that stretched his stomach as they bathed in a rainbow-colored sunset.

Unshackled from greed. Unburdened by fear.

Not just surviving but living.

[leen1ne]

Fierrochase shenanigans

lers: Alex

lee: Magnus

note: this takes place during the Hammer of Thor during a break and I hadn’t read far in the book so don’t judge me

It was a warm and peaceful day in Valhalla. Blitzen and Heartstone were allowed in Valhalla for the day. “Am bored.” Alex stated, his head hanging off the side of Magnus’s bed. “Then what do you want to do?” Asked Magnus. Alex placed a finger to his chin. (Today he was going by he/him pronouns) “Oh I know!” Alex exclaimed, getting up from his former position. Magnus turned his head to the ladder.

Alex got up and dragged Magnus out of bed. “Ow, what the heck!” He yelled, but Alex didn’t listen. “So, am going to need you to lay down on your back.” Said Alex. Magnus pouted, “And why is that?” Alex rolled his eyes. “For the game of course!” Magnus grumbled on as he complied to the other boy’s orders. “Now what?” Magnus asked. Alex smiled, and suddenly pinned Magnus down. “What the- Fierro!” Magnus exclaimed. But he was caught off guard when Alex started to squeeze his sides. Magnus sealed his lips as he started to kick. “Come on! Laugh already!” Said Alex, as he started to travel up to Magnus’s neck. The ladder bit down on his tongue squirming.

Alex frowned, as he scribbled shapes onto Magnus’s neck. Alex finally went down to Magnus’s tummy. “WAIT- PFPPPT-“ Alex started to spider all over Magnus’s tummy, drawing shapes into it, digging his fingers into it, and so much more. “FIEIEIROROROORORO STAHAHAPP!” Magnus laughed,

UNFINISHED

#fierrochase #tickles #ticklefic #PJO #Magnus Chase #alex fierro #HOO #TOA

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in December/January

10 fics total. Includes fics from the following fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire, Avatar (Cameron), Black Sails, Hannibal, MCU, Our Flag Means Death, and Star Wars

The Favor of the King by thingswithwings MCU | T'Challa/Sam Wilson | 18k | Explicit

T'Challa – King T'Challa of Wakanda, the Black Panther, Guy Who Dresses Up Like a Cat to Fight Crime or Possibly for Other Reasons, Who the Fuck Knows – T'Challa corners Sam during one of their visits to check in on Bucky and says, in a mild voice that should not sound as threatening as it does, "We need to talk." "We do, huh," Sam says, looking him up and down. He's just a king and a superhero and a genius inventor and possibly the richest man alive, looking way too fine and wearing the hell out of a tailored three-piece suit; Sam can hold his own against this guy.

Free Folk to the Bone by Jennie_D A Song of Ice and Fire | Gen, Jon Snow/Ygritte | 82k (WIP) | Mature

Jon will admit he doesn’t know a lot of things. He doesn’t know who his parents are or what clan he was borne from. He doesn’t know what’s on the other side of The Wall, though he’s been itching to find out practically since he could walk. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever learn to be a proper warg, or if Mance will finally let him go raid kneeler villages with Tormund’s band this year. But he does know one thing; he’s Free Folk down to his bones.

Order Carnivora by husborth/@husborth Star Wars | Gen | 8k (WIP) | Teen & Up

In a universe where Leia is told the truth of her biological parentage as a child, she makes a deal to save the galaxy from certain destruction; she'll surrender herself to Vader if he'll destroy the Death Star. Between the galaxy and what he wants, there's only one choice Vader always makes.

The Spiral of Lives by Damkianna Avatar | Gen | 20k | General Audiences

The last thought he has before everything goes black is, Shit. An AU of the movie, wherein the Avatar Program never existed. [Warning: some in-character ableism.]

Gone To Port Royal by Apetslife Black Sails | Gen | 3k | General Audiences

Definition of Valhalla 1: the great hall in Norse mythology where heroes slain in battle are received 2 : a place of honor, glory, or happiness : heaven

Ad Utrumque Paratus by obeyingthemuse/@otmuse Star Wars | Gen | 39k (WIP) | General Audiences

It's hard to bring balance to the Force when the only method you've seen is your black-cloaked psychic cyborg sorcerer dad with a severe breathing problem throwing an old man down the Death Star reactor shaft. As much as Luke would like to see the not-yet-Emperor dead, he doesn't want to be arrested by his unusually attractive(?) war-hero dad and spend the rest of his indeterminate time in the past dropping Ewok beats in a jail cell. Also Leia would probably kill him. But not before breaking him out of jail. So when the twins wake up on Tatooine decades in the past, they play it safe. They take over a planet, reconnect with their adoptive and real parents without weirding them out (too much), and accidentally cause the Chancellor perpetual near-death experiences. Nailed it.

Where All Ladders Start by emungere/@emungere Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 43k | Explicit | Part 1 of Ladders

Will is slowly losing his mind in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. He makes a deal with the devil to get out.

Whatever this is by equestrianstatue/@justlikeeddie Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 5k | Explicit | Part 1 of Combat

It was difficult to shake off the pervasive feeling of being permitted, even required, in the places that he most wished to be; and after knocking on the door of Flint’s cabin, Silver pushed it open without waiting for the call to enter. Flint had his back to him, but his head turned sharply at the sound. He was stood towards the stern of the cabin, by one of the gilted pillars, the hammocks newly-strung for the vanguard swinging gently beside him. “Oh,” he said, with no particular inflection, at the sight of Silver. Then he completed the action that his hands had been midway through: lifting the leather sword-belt from his waist and hanging it in place below a mounted candlestick. “What do you want?” (After Flint talks the crew round to bombarding Vane in his fort, Silver has some questions of his own.)

A thing of any relevance by equestrianstatue/@justlikeeddie Black Sails | James Flint/John Silver | 4k | Explicit | Part 2 of Combat

“You like this,” Silver said, and he allowed himself a grin, even though he knew it would earn him Flint’s arm pressing fractionally upwards, against his throat. Not hard enough, though, to cut off his voice. “Putting me in my place.” Flint’s eyebrows raised minutely. He looked down the length of Silver’s body, at the way it slouched beneath him, sprawled against the trunk; at the rise and fall of his chest, his hands curled loosely by his hips. Glancing back up, he said, “Not as much as you do.”

man on fire by Ajaxthegreat Our Flag Means Death/Black Sails | James Flint/Israel Hands, Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands | 16k | Explicit

“Who the fuck,” Ed says, “Fucked you.” Or, we discover the consequences of jealousy.

#fic recs #fanfiction #mcu #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #star wars #avatar #black sails #hannibal #ofmd

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✦✧ Canary ✧✦  〖Oikawa x OC〗【9,429 words】 → Oikawa gets a fake girlfriend to help keep his fan girls at bay. Hopefully he won’t fall for her for real.

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✦✧ Diary of a Vagabond ✧✦ 〖Chuuya x OC〗【18,752 words】 →  Chuuya is confronted with an old friend that he had presumed was dead. And she wants nothing more than for him to die by her hands.

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✦✧ Feline Affinity ✧✦ 〖Aizawa x OC〗【696 words】 →  Aizawa catches a villain breaking and entering, only to find himself in the middle of a war between underground crime syndicates.

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✦✧ Forget Me Too ✧✦ 〖Rockstar!Draken x Rockstar!Reader〗【4,824 words】 → Sparks fly when the two biggest rival bands in Japan go on tour together. Then everything catches fire when you are trapped in a room with your nemesis Ken Ryuguji.  ♡

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✦✧ Thundering Hearts ✧✦ 〖Draken x OC〗【29,277 words】 →  While posing as a boy, Michiyo made it to third in command of Valhalla before the gang merged with Toman. Now she’s at the bottom of the ladder again and ready to do whatever it takes to climb to the top. Even if it means unveiling her most well-kept secret.

✦✧ Untitled ✧✦ 〖Sae x Reader〗【planning】 →  After another big fight with your boyfriend, Itoshi Rin, Sae decides to show you how you deserve to be treated. ♡

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✦✧ Untitled ✧✦ 〖Bachira x Reader〗【planning】 → Sometimes you have to be creative in order to wake Bachira up. ★

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✦✧ Symposium ✧✦ 〖Chigiri x Reader〗【325 words】 → Loosely based on Plato's Symposium, Hyoma has always felt like a part of him was missing. ♡ [Mar 31]

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✦✧ The Unexpected ✧✦ 〖Kaiser x Reader〗【4,164words】 → After a one-night stand leaves you pregnant, you try to learn how to navigate the world as a future single parent. ♡

TBA

Updated May 4, 2023

#sorry i had to remake this #ally.navi #wip it good #wip list #perceive if you so desire

[cledubs]

your ghost au has given me brain rot so

all the ghosts think they’ve done bad things, and the world has punished them by giving them a enteral afterlife.

etho feels guilty for destroying the time machine when he was sent back in time, it self destructed when etho got out of the machine. so it was his fault… right?

joel thinks he didn’t deserve to go to ‘valhalla’ because he didn’t die a honourable death, he was scared of death but that was completely his fault, was it though? everyone fears something..

bdubs thinks that it was his fault that one of the other architects died while building the castle, and the gods punished him by pulling the ladder from underneath him. it wasn’t the gods nor was it his fault.

martyn thinks he wasn’t good at jousting enough, or the famliy just didn’t like him, or the gods saw him as a disgrace like the rest of his village back where he severed. he deserved his death, he was a disgrace to his village, right?

ren doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, yes he wasn’t the perfect human being but he was a decent human being, was it because he laughed at hearing that the head architect died or was it when he ————————— so that wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It Wasn’t His Fault. IT WASNT HIS FAULT. was it his fault?

it isn’t cleo’s fault she died, and then became a ghost. yes the makeup that she had wore killed her but that wasn’t the only thing she’s guilty about.

and so on and so fourth

for real you’re so right !!

you didn’t mention impulse on this list, but he definitely is one of the people who thinks he did something to deserve this afterlife

i mean, he was hanged for “being a witch”. that’s kind of self explanatory y’know? you can’t get any more “deserving” of an eternal ghost afterlife right? at least he wasn’t sent to hell or something!

ty for the ask!

#sam.ghostau #cw religious implications

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Why Is Friday 13th Considered Unlucky and how to improve your luck?

Day 13

We've all heard the stories about the man who lost all his belongings, the woman who's hair was ruined, the urban stories about horrific deaths, we probably even have our own unlucky stories about Friday 13th. 

Maybe a car drove in a puddle and splattered muddy water all over you, maybe you where driving and ran out of gas, or maybe you seem to always be extra clumsy on this day.

But is it any merit to it and why is it that Friday 13th considered an unlucky day? 

There was 13th disciples at Jesus last supper, Judas was the 13th and the bible has it he betrayed Christ who was crusified the Friday after. An article by UOFC also points out that: 

In Norse mythology, the god Loki was 13th to arrive at a feast in Valhalla, where he tricked another attendee into killing the god Baldur.  Citation 

While that might be an explanation, going back to all the stories - is it just superstition?

I think we notice what we want to, of course you going to remember when you spill that ketchup on your white shirt on a Friday 13th, but what about the coffee stains the rest of the year? Såme goes with the rest of the stories unluck happens every day, we just don't take a note of the date. 

If you're not yet entirely convinced, here's a few things to up your chances and improve your luck:

Knock on woods 

Face south when you sleep

Get a 4 leaves clover 

Toss salt over your shoulder

Avoid cracks in the sidewalk and walking under ladders 

Keep an acorn in your pocket. 

Have a great Friday and thank you for reading

Now, where's my acorn

#blogtober #blogtober2023 #superstition #history

[thef1nalb0ss]

Faction Rankings: Week of June 19, 2023- June 25, 2023

Not a great week for factions, but we're doing this anyway!

10. Alpha Academy

They lost to The Viking Raiders, but at least that loss came after Maxxine got to show off what Chad has been teaching her. When Otis and Chad were congratulating Maxxine on taking down Valhalla, they were distracted enough for The Viking Raiders to sneak up with a pin.

9. Damage CTRL

Okay, so, bad news out of the way first: Bayley's match with Shotzi got canceled, so Damage CTRL wasn't on at all this week. The good news is that since that match was canceled, Bayley is still in the MITB ladder match (at least for now).

8. Imperium

Vinci is still not back after Matt's backstage attack, and Matt won against Kaiser last week. It seems unusual that a European native like Gunther isn't yet on the MITB card, and there's only one Raw to go. Because of this, its likely a match with Matt will make its way onto the card this week.

7. Gallus

As is business as usual for the NXT parking lot, Joe got kidnapped by Stacks. Mark and Wolfgang have to defend against Edris and Malik this week, and if Joe's not back by then, they won't have the numbers advantage like they usually do.

6. Chase U

A pep rally before a championship match went just about how you'd expect- the champion showed up. Tiffany told Thea, with all of Chase U watching, that there was no way she was getting the title. Thea, in response, put her in the Kimura Lock. They'll face each other for the championship this week.

5. The Viking Raiders

They got the win over Alpha Academy after a distraction, but Valhalla can't rely on chasing Maxxine out of ringside anymore. After an arm drag two weeks ago, Maxxine hit her with a suplex this week.

4. Indus Sher

They had another match with Cedric and Shelton, although this one actually had the bell ring. Cedric and Shelton got a little offense, but it was really always going in Indus Sher's direction, and their winning streak continues.

3. The Bloodline

After Solo spiked Ridge backstage, Sheamus demanded a match. The match ended by referee stoppage after Solo ran into Sheamus on the barricade. Afterwards, though, The Usos arrived to deliver a few superkicks ahead of the tag team match at MITB.

2. The Judgement Day

Finn ruined Seth's open challenge by attacking him before it started, and then attacking him backstage as well, leading to it being canceled. He also attacked Seth after his match in NXT against Bron, but Melo and Trick made the save that time. In addition, Finn, Damian, and Dom lost a six-man tag match against Cody, Sami, and Kevin. Rhea attacked Natalya before their match even started, and then exchanged words with Raquel backstage. Now, though, it appears Raquel is back in the tag division after Liv returned, so who knows if Rhea has to worry about her or not.

1. Meta-Four

Lash and Jakara made their tag team debut on NXT, defeating Valentina and Yulisa. They had the hertiage cup table ringside, despite Noam losing it when he had Oro stand in for him in the match against Nathan two weeks ago.

[dzmoot]

When we last left our Tuun compadres, they had been recklessly traveling through different dimensions with the help of a magic ladle from Aiken Drum. After getting mashed together with their alternate selves, the Tuuns were taken to the home of Rupert Frackle, the Man Drill, who scolded them for their actions against space and time. Now Rupert is leading our Tuuns through an underground tunnel taking them God knows where.

For what seemed like eons, the Tuuns slid down a tunnel as Rupert kept drilling away with his hat. Dirt and stone flew all around them and as the tunnel he was making moved upward, the Tuuns sprung out from the ground like rocket powered prairie dogs. It was a dark, dreary environment and the Tuuns looked over the side to see they were atop a mountainous region. Man Drill, twirling his cane for a moment, positioned it between his arm as he pulled out a small vile from his cloak.

Yes, it's true. Aiken Drum told you that all you had to do was raise the ladle, spoon side down and shout Ladders and Chutes to get back home, but he left out a few things! I had to use the ladle to brew a special potion.

Zappy got to his feet.

What kind of potion?

Rupert opened the vile and sprinkled the mixture upon the ground. Soon, steam began to erupt from the stony cracks and a formation of rocks began to rise above their heads. Zappy continued.

A potion that makes rock piles! Go figure!

Man Drill tapped Zappy on the head with his cane.

It's not a rock pile, dufus. It's the Guardian of Limbo and keep quiet or else he won't form properly!

The stones continued to move about until they formed a large doorway like opening. A blue, watery like substance emerged and to the Tuuns' surprise, the Guardian of Limbo started to speak.

Who dare interrupt my slumber! I was in the middle of a dream.

Man Drill snickered a little.

Was it the same dream you had last time? The dream about you on a deserted island with Brooke Shields?

The Guardian let out a thunderous laugh and the ground shook just a bit.

Rupert, I thought that was you! What brings you to Limbo this time around?

Man Drill turned to the Tuuns. They were all so perplexed that the pile of rocks was speaking.

These....Tuuns need to speak with the Great Ones Above....at once! Permission to enter?

The Guardian's gelatinous inners started to glow.

Permission granted.

And Rupert, like a jackrabbit on a date leaped through the Guardian as if it was blueberry jello. The Tuuns stared at each other for a few moments. Zappy spoke yet again.

Why do we always end up in situations like this?

Kruonch was the next to speak.

Well, we gotta get back home. Let's get to it!

And within seconds, all the Tuuns passed through the Guardian and everything turned bright, brighter than bright. It was as if all of them went face first into the sun itself.

When the Tuuns started to make themselves out amidst the brightness, they all noticed that they were clad in glowing robes of light. Zilch, the little ghost dog was no longer a ghost but a regular dog with four paws. They were, as you would imagine, stunned but it was Siobhan who brought up a good point.

I've never felt this way before. It's like we're in that place the humans go when their bodies disappear! What's it called, haven, halla, Valhalla?

They soon heard a voice from nearby.

It's called Heaven and no, we're not there. If you went there, you'd be so divine, you probably wouldn't go back to the moon. This is Limbo, the land between the spiritual world and the physical world.

It was Rupert, who was also glowing bright but he was still clad in his usual attire.

Come along, the Great Ones await.

The Tuuns were led down a path of pure bright whiteness. Sure, at some points they could make out strange otherworldly ornaments upon the wall and a few other individuals standing in place, but it was mostly like looking at a sheet of paper with a flashlight behind it. Then, to their great surprise, they could see a large doorway. There was always a large doorway. It was decorated with strange otherworldly creatures which Rupert warned would drive the Tuuns insane if they looked at them for too long. He took out a key from his robes and unlocked the door. Once again, they were all overwhelmed with brightness.

When the Tuuns came to again, they were all standing before a trio of large, glowing figures. They were all dark on the inside with glowing light outlining them like Christmas lights and they spoke in voices so profound, they all thought their eardrums would melt. It was the Great Ones Above, at least in their Limbo forms. Their true forms resided in the heavens above and were beyond comprehension.

Zappy the Kangarabbit, Commander Horatio Kruonch, Siobhan Shvizzle, Ignatius Krattz and Zilch, you have been accused of multiversal disruption with an object of alien origin. Do you deny these allegations?

Of course, Zappy, the firecracker he is was the first to speak.

No, but here us out. We weren't trying to cause any trouble. Besides, why is it that we travel the multiverse and get punished while the Darkies get away scot free?

One of the Great Ones spoke.

Because the Darkies, as you so call them stayed where they were. They didn't carelessly go dimension hopping like you did. As Mr. Drill has told you, each being resides in their respective dimension for a reason. If all beings did what you did, the multiverse would collide in on itself and all existence, all existences would cease to exist. That is why your Multipus had you use that ring to try and return your alternate selves back to their homes, did he not?

Zappy continued.

Okay, sure, but do I have to be reminded time and time again of all this mumbo jumbo. I never wanted to be Zantu's sacred rabbit son or whatever nor did we want to get embroiled with some conflict involving virus headed buffoons and strange brain creatures. We just did, the same way we got embroiled in this multiverse stuff. We never meant to break anything.

The Great Ones spoke.

There is truth in your statement, Zappy. We applaud your spirit to vouch for your friends. Still, you all deserve penance for your crimes. It is in our nature to discipline multiverse hooligans according to the severity of their actions.

Soon, another voice was heard from behind. It was Rupert.

Alright, before you go sending our little Tuun troublemakers to Lucifer's prison playground, I think you should consider the fact that the Tuuns have indeed done a lot of good during their multiversal dips. Intentional or not, the Tuuns have taken out many threats to various dimensions including their own. They helped take out the Mitziwonker and revert Razlaobo back to it's previous state. Zappy has even helped one of his alternate selves come back to his senses after being brainwashed.

Soon, Man Drill was standing directly in front of the Great Ones.

Great Ones, I beg of thee to reconsider. The Tuuns, sure they are flawed, erratic and don't stop to think about their actions before they do them, but they are well intentioned, I assure you. I believe we should allow them a chance to undo their wrongs.

There was a period of great silence, as if everyone had gone deaf or time had frozen in place. The Tuuns all stood there, their nerves in knots hoping they would be able to get out of the web they found themselves entangled in. Then, the Great Ones spoke again.

Very well then. We will allow one of the Tuuns to go back in time and prevent their multiverse incursion. Tuuns, you have a moment to decide who will go back.

The Tuuns huddled around each other. Kruonch was determined as a bull to set things right so he was the first to volunteer.

I'll do it. I'll go back and strangle that Aiken Drum and knock him a few times with that confounded ladle!

Hampire was the next to volunteer.

I'll go. My enchantments will prevent me from altering the space time continuum and messing up the timeline.

Then Siobhan, knowing full well that it was her who got them all into this pickle to begin with stepped forward.

I'll go. I got us all into this mess. It should be me who goes back and convinces my younger self not to travel the manyverse. Zilch will go with me.

Kruonch was adamant.

No, kitten! I can't have you do this....

Siobhan hugged her father.

You can't have me do this, but it's what I want to do. I'll be fine, daddy.

And as she let go of her father's hand, Siobhan, along with Zilch passed through a glowing portal through time and space.

Siobhan was bored and down in the dumps. She didn’t tussle with her dolls in the dollhouse, nor did she finagle with her beloved Ippicus snow globe or draw any pictures of characters to come up with funny names for. She just sat there, festering away in the sea of boredom she made for herself, sighing and longing for something exciting to come along. Lizardton Longleggs was attending a reptile convention and Zilch, his candy corn headed ghost dog was staying with the gang for a few days. He quietly floated over to Siobhan and offered to play fetch with his beloved bone, but Siobhan just turned back around and sighed once again.

Sorry Zilch, but it’s just one of those days. If only there was something to do beside sit around this place and stare at the rug.

Then she rose off the floor and patted him on the head.

I wanna go somewhere, somewhere exotic, somewhere I’ve never been to before.

Zilch whimpered and Siobhan smiled.

Ha, I know I’ve been to a lot of exotic places in the past but there are so many other places to explore!

Before Siobhan could rise and go to show Zilch the drawings she did in her sketchbook, a glowing portal emerged before their eyes. Out from the portal came Siobhan and Zilch from the future. Needless to say, the past Siobhan and Zilch were shocked out of their wits.

Past Siobhan rose to her feet.

Imposter! Go away before I put a few more cracks in your head!

The Zilches were growling at each other as future Siobhan tried to calm her younger self down.

Relax, me! I'm here because I know what your thinking. You want to travel the manyver...I mean multiverse, don't you?

Past Siobhan was startled.

How did you know....wow....you're like...me from another universe or something.

Future Siobhan sat down next to her past self.

Not another universe, just the future. I, like you, wanted to travel the multiverse and see exotic, new places. And you know what, I did those things! We traveled to the land of Aaz, became superheroes and even tussled with a few card soldiers. But traveling the multiverse is dangerous, even more dangerous than I or anybody else realized. We got fuzed together with other versions of ourselves and had to go see some Great Guys Above. They let me go back in time to warn you not to do what I did!

Past Siobhan stood up.

I still want to go. It gets boring here sometimes! I want to see new things.

Future Siobhan continued.

I know, but Namasis isn't always boring, you said it yourself. You can have a great big adventure right here, right now, without any multiverse stuff. How about taking Zilch up on that offer and go play a little fetch the bone, heh?

Past Siobhan sighed.

I don't know.

Future Siobhan patted her on the shoulder.

Look, in a few moments now, a weird guy with spaghetti for hair called Aiken Drum is going to be arriving here and we have to tell him to take his magic ladle and stick it up his....

And then, just as future Siobhan predicted, Aiken Drum had emerged from his slumber, great big silver ladle in hand. The food fellow smiled revealing no teeth in his mouth, strands of melted cheese in their place. Then he began to talk.

You never heard of me, have you, little one?

Past Siobhan shook her head.

Yeh, I actually have. You're Aiken Drum, the spaghetti headed guy. You have some sort of magic ladle or something?

Aiken was surprised.

You know me! I'm flattered. So, are you gonna use my ladle and travel the multiverse?

Past Siobhan and Zilch looked over at their future selves hiding in the corner. She still held on to the desire to travel but it was future Siobhan's words that cut like a knife and she made up her mind there and then.

Nah, I think I'll pass. My buddy Zilch and I have a game of fetch to go and play!

Aiken displayed an onslaught of emotions all at once. He was mostly angry and thrilled, angry that someone had declined his offer while thrilled that someone had stood up to him. Then, to the Siobhans' surprise, Aiken began to weep. Marinara sauce began pouring from his meatball eyes.

I don't believe it. What am I to do now? I guess I'll go back to my little hole in the ground.

Just then, future Siobhan emerged.

I know what you should do Aiken. You take that ladle and go back to your home. I'm sure your family misses you and all.

Aiken turned to face future Siobhan and was bewildered. His head turned back and forth at the sight of both Siobhans. Finally, he smiled and wrapped his banana hands around future Siobhan.

You're right, little one. You're absolutely right. I can't wait to tell them all I have seen throughout my travels! Thanks for the advice!

Aiken got to his feet and waved goodbye to both Siobhans as he raised his ladle to the sky, spoon side down and said the magic words.

LADDERS AND CHUTES!

A small portal opened up and he was gone, leaving the ladle behind in the process. Both Siobhans embraced each other and the two Zilches sniffed each other as a way to say thanks.

Thanks for helping me. I don't know what to say. This has been an awesome experience and I can't wait to tell daddy and the others!

Siobhan clasped her past self's hand tightly.

Nah, you better keep it to yourself. I'll see you around sometime.

Past Siobhan laughed.

Oh, I bet you will!

A glowing portal emerged from behind future Siobhan as she and future Zilch, carrying the ladle passed through. As it closed, past Siobhan stood there, still processing everything that had just transpired.

When Siobhan returned to Limbo, everyone was delighted to see her, even Rupert and the Great Ones.

Well done, Siobhan. You have proven your tenacity and loyalty to your friends and to the universe. You and your friends may now use the ladle to go back to Namasis.

As her friends gathered around her, Siobhan raised the ladle, spoon side down and said the magic words.

LADDERS AND CHUTES!

Something odd had happened once the Tuuns returned to Namasis. They were all back to where they were before their little multiverse trek. They had no memory of all that had happened. Zappy was still playing his game, Kruonch was still reading his paper, Hampire was fiddling with his potions, but Siobhan, who had recently had an encounter with her future self was outside playing fetch with Zilch. To her surprise, she was having loads of fun.

THE END

[deathtokillian]

I keep seeing valhalla ladders for sale on etsy, and doesn't buying a valhalla ladder from someone else..defeat..the purpose of it?? They are also expensive too??? Seen one for $80, like bro go outside and make one??

#valhalla ladder #viking

[ghostriverart]

Valhalla Ladders

I’ve seen a few of these created and wanted to make my own. Recently, I’ve been reading about Heathenism as well as learning about true Norse mythology. This delve into the Nordic world came about from the want to learn more about my heritage and ancestry. Heathenism is comprised of many aspects, but one of them is the connection to the Earth - spending time outdoors and breathing in tune with the planet that gives us life. These ladders are a small tribute to this way. By driving 2 hours one way to one of the places that called me back to myself - and collecting gifts of driftwood to remind me how powerful a river can truly be: to bend and break, but also soften and wash away… I collected the driftwood from on of my favorite places in Colorado, the Poudre River. Each piece has been re-soaked, cleaned and coated in a UV protectant. The ladders are strung with brass, agate, bone and quartz beads - finished with either amethyst or citrine crystals. When you are in need of connecting with your Gods or Guides, you can add prayer ties to the ladder and send your intentions to where they need to be reached. Remove the ties when you know your prayers have been heard. You can see a video of this via Instagram @ @ghostriverart

Size: About 19” long and 12” wide

Purchase includes free shipping

#ghost river #ghost river art #home decor #holiday gift ideas #ritual work #animist #pagan #valhalla ladder #asatru

[stovmborn-arc]

❝   do  it.  be  bold.   ❞  sent  by  @grimsins​​​. 

                moon  of  my  life,  the  wind  whispered  to  her.  at  the  head  of  the  ship  danced  the  dragon,  carved  of  wood  and  paving  its  way  back  to  kattegat,  salt  waves  parting  as  though  to  welcome  their  king  back  home.  though  not  everyone  would  be  returning  with  them.  odin  awaited  him  at  the  gates  of  valhalla,  with  a  horn  in  his  hand  and  arms  wide  open.  etched  into  her  mind  was  the  evocation  of  paris,  the  STAIN  of  blood  and  warfare  ever  burning  behind  amethyst  eyes.  men  slept  aboard  the  vessel    –––    regaining  their  strength  so  that  they  might  celebrate  their  victory.

 losing  her  husband  and  the  earl  of  krossavik  was  no  triumph  in  her  eyes,  though  that  was  the  way  of  battle.  my  sun  and  stars,  she  thought  silently.  words  send  a  shudder  down  her  spine,  enough  to  bring  daenerys  stormborn  back  to  earth  as  irises  come  crashing  against  his  own  ocean  orbs.  there  was  no  one  else  to  lead  their  people,  no  son  who  could  be  groomed  to  lead,  for  she  had  lost  rhaego  had  been  taken  from  her  too    –––    at  the  cruel  and  conniving  hands  of  A  SEER.  daenerys  had  almost  once  been  a  mother,  had  been  the  wife  of  a  great  earl  and  now,  she  was  a  widow  but  amongst  all,  she  was  survivor.  

 ❝  –––  you  believe  that  i  am  fit  to  lead  them? ❞   tongue  is  tainted  by  disbelief,  a  doubt  that  was  buried  within  the  depths  of  her  chest  but  perhaps,  ragnar  lothbrok  was  right.  tongue  pressed  to  the  roof  of  her  mouth,  digits  interlocked  with  one  another  in  an  attempt  to  hide  the  tears  that  threatened  to  part  from  lilacs.  a  shieldmaid  she  might  have  been,  though  drogo  had  never  let  her  charge  forth  into  battle  out  of  fear  that  he  would  lose  her  and  still,  he  took  liberty  in  leaving  her.  respect  was  not  commanded,  it  was  earned  and  if  anybody  was  deserving  of  such  favour,  it  was  her.   ❝  a  woman  as  earl  is  a  rarity  in  these  lands. ❞

#ii. chaos is a ladder … and so is my inbox » answered memes. #iv. the halls of valhalla » vikings verse. #grimsins. #my love for ragnar is unmatched #i swear ...... #thank you for this !

[the-historywhore]

The Chronicles of Æthelstan and his fiery wife.

Part 2/?

Æthelstan finds a moment to himself in the woods, Frida shows him how to party - Viking style.

Warnings; mentions of Tata's and nudity, mentions of sex.

Æthelstan sat upon a mossy rock, on the outskirts of Kattegat and only a stone’s throw from the blackened oak hut of him and his wife. She was attending to the gods this morning, so Æthelstan thought it would be the best moment to read a book and take a moment for himself.

What a strange life he had, he thought. He took up the life of a monk at a young age, devoting himself to god and spreading the Christian message - and now here he was. Waiting in the woodlands for his wife, his Viking wife no less. She did not follow his faith, and she didn’t plan on forcing Æthelstan to follow hers. He lived in a home adorned with animal skulls, Valhalla ladders, and runes no less.

"My love?" He heard Frida call, he turned to see her in a pale, linen ritual dress - covered in pig blood, just a normal Friday.

"How did it go?" He asked, standing from his place and gazing at his wife fondly.

"It went wonderfully, Freyja is pleased. I must return all this blood to the earth now, though. Were you enjoying your morning to yourself?" She asked. Frida waved Æthelstan over, to follow her deeper into the woods.

"A little boring without all your little eccentricities, I was just thinking about how I could have never forseen my my life going this way." He replied, taking hold of his wife's bloodied hand.

"But are you happy with the way your life has turned out? The three sisters of fate know what they're doing..."

"Of course, I am happier than ever before" Æthelstan pulled Frida's chin with his thumb and forefinger so that their lips could meet in a sweet kiss. The Völva sighed, and pressed her lips together - content.

The couple had reached a stream in the woods, banks adorned with moss draped over glistening grey rocks and boulders. This was a blessed spot where Frida would wash after a ritual, so she stepped down onto the banks and pulled the shoulders of her blood-stained dress down so that it would slowly slide down and onto the ground revealing Frida's bare figure.

She stepped into the stream and cupped her hands to pour water on her blood stained skin. Noticing that Æthelstan hadn't joined her, she looked to him and called; "Well? Are you going join me or keep standing there staring like a creep?"

Her husband snorted at her sarcastic remark started to strip from his clothing. He blushed when he realised Frida was watching him intently.

Æthelstan had noticed something about Norse Women, they weren't as shy with their sexuality as Women from home. They wouldn't blush at the sight of their bare husband, in fact Frida wasn't shy with showing Æthelstan what she wanted.

Once Frida's husband had stepped into the stream - she eyed him and then placed her hands around his waist. Frida leaned into him, trailing a hand up from his waist to stroke his beard.

"It is Friday you know, Freyja's day..." She pressed her lips to the side of his neck, trailing a line with her nose to kiss the spot behind his ear.

"And what does that mean?" Her husband queried in reply, caressing the flesh at her hip's. The witch raised her head and replied;

"It's considered sacred to have sex on Freyja's day." She grinned. The Christian raised his eyebrows, still taken aback by how forward Frida could be.

"Come on then, let's go back" Æthelstan chuckled, taking her hand.

"No, here."

"Here?" He asked, eyes widened at his wife's confident smirk. "But anyone could just walk over and see us?"

"I know," She giggled. "It's exciting isn't it?"

She stroked her husbands cheek, his beard tickling her fingers, this calmed his alarmed expression which softened to become a small and affectionate smile. Frida took his hand that was holding hers and placed it on her breast, pulling him against her. Their lips joined, and their bodies began to heat and blush under each others touch.

Æthelstan thought, thank the gods he broke that vow of Celibacy.

#athelstan x reader #ragnar lothbrok #vikings #viking wifey #vikings x reader #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk #bjorn ragnarsson #aethelstan #aethelstan x OC