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Ivar’s Anon Heathens in particular have a dear place in my heart, for sure ;) ;) ;)
Go forth, spread the word, give him all the power and glory he deserves. Sing his praises.
Avoiding Ableism When Writing Ivar the Boneless Fanfic
OK guys I wanted to do my best to be straight-up educational here. There are a lot of writers for Ivar that want to be respectful, and would like be sure they aren’t accidentally being insensitive to issues they don’t fully understand. You can have only love in your heart and still accidentally be hurtful. Educate yourself.
For readability’s sake, I’m listing succinct points above the cut and explaining “why” for each of them below it.
- Don’t talk like he’s more of a man when he can stand.
- Don’t congratulate your OC for being such a great caretaker of him, or for being so longsuffering dealing with his disability.
- Be thoughtful about his physical capabilities when writing his actions. Do not ignore or write off his disability so that your scene can be more convenient.
- Research Osteogenesis Imperfecta if Ivar is a major character in your story.
- “Cripple” is a slur. Use it carefully or not at all.
Ivar’s Heathens Like To Play
Tonight’s game: reblog this with a song lyric or quote you’d like to see as the title of a fic about Ivar the Boneless.
I’ll start: “You could talk me into fucking you, but I don’t think you’d survive” (from the Snake River Conspiracy song ‘Vulcan’)
Watch Me Drown - a Vikings Fanfic
Fandom: Vikings (History channel)
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless and an original character (female)
Rating: Explicit 18+ only please
Warnings: abusive relationship, BDSM themes
Summary:
OC Sigrunn Haraldsdottir tries to stay away when Ivar returns from England, but his power over her heart only grows.
Start from Part 1 Hold Me Down: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/20900195
Read Part 2 Watch Me Drown:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10030016/chapters/22353959
Excerpt: Guards followed me around town as closely as they did Ragnar’s sons now; Lagertha had indeed heard all about my involvement with the youngest Ragnarsson from someone. She had revealed as much shortly after Ivar’s return. “I think it was terrible, what Aslaug was doing to you,” Lagertha had said, with a condescending form of compassion in her eyes, “giving you over to her monstrous son.” I shifted uncomfortably, wondering exactly what she thought she knew. “I will keep you safe from him until your father returns with my Bjorn.” She had made it clear there was to be no discussion of my own wishes on the matter. I was her hostage now, and her plan for my keeping was clear.
Part of me was glad of it. I did not know my own heart clearly enough, or perhaps I did but it was certainly at odds with the wisdom of my mind. In our brief time together, Ivar had overwhelmed me. Our affair had lasted less than a week, and then he was gone. I hadn’t had time to think very clearly about what he was doing to me. Torturing me, manipulating me, loving me. Wooing me in his own way. I loved the rush he gave me, the way he made me feel ecstasy and agony both at once.
Every night I fell asleep imagining Ivar’s arms around me, just as we had laid together the night before he left for England. I claim you, Sigrunn Haraldsdottir, he had said in the woods. I still did not know what that truly meant to him. He had shared his body with me, despite his fears about his own abilities. He had said he wanted none other than me, had looked at me like I was a creature specially designed just for him. He hurt me and soothed me in turns. He called me “pet” and hoped to prove his prowess to others by being seen with me. Did he love me, or was I just a game to him?
It would still be wise of me to stay hidden under Lagertha’s wing, awaiting Father’s return. But if I were wise, I wouldn’t have gone to Ivar’s bed at all.
The Heart of Admiration - Conclusion
Coming in juuuuust under three years in the making, my epic OC collaboration with @acebreathesfire is finally complete and posted! it didn’t sit right, to leave this unfinished.
As my choice of photo may imply, this is an Explicit chapter. I am who I am, and my slow burns must culminate in all the details. Hope that doesn’t turn anyone off! There is more plot after the naughty bits, if you prefer to scroll to the end…
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Hope is fairly certain that Charles meant for her to follow. And the fire that his heavy look ignited in her core certainly is impelling her to rush after him, but she doesn’t let her feet move. If she enters that cabin with him now, after everything that’s been said, his touch still hot on her skin, there’s only one thing that can happen.
And that thing will be irreversible.
“Hope,” Jack calls across the table, interrupting her moment.
She turns to him, blinking, hoping any trace of moon-eyed girlishness has cleared before he can catch her throwing any more looks after their captain.
Posting that while I’m at work?! That was torture!
Had to wait 5 hours to read it! 😭
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Hope wonders if he knows they’re not quite as charming as he thinks.
Ha! 😂 Someone finally said it!
While I absolutely love Jack as a character, I can’t imagine really finding him charming.
Anyway….
It was a perfectly written ending (beginning) to their story! Through all the chapters you managed to keep their characters/traits consistent. The pacing was impeccable!
A true delight!
I’m glad and grateful that you managed to finish this tale! And while it’s sad that you don’t have much time to write anymore, I hope life is good for you and you’re contend.
Thank you! 💗
Woohoo! This is so fun, I really wrote this whole chapter in spurts over an entire year, so I love hearing that it still hangs together and I got the characters right… I love Jack to death but he must be teased.