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Lagertha | Vikings: Mid-Season 5 Comic- Con Trailer | Nov. 28th
Purely for character development.... and possibly future plot ideas - Does Ann have any feeling about fire after being burned at the stake? (if i recall correctly)
@ianazaviYes, she does have a slight discomfort about fire; however because she does wield it in kind it doesn't pose a complete hindrance. If someone was malicious about it or she mistakenly burns herself it may cause a flashback though.
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Lagertha | Vikings: Mid-Season 5 Comic- Con Trailer | Nov. 28th
OOC:
I know I keep saying I'm going to come back but things just keep pulling me under! I am super sorry and will have to be on semi hiatus for a month or so until I get my things in check. I have a lot going on and very little energy. If you want to be in contact meanwhile my IMs are open if I can manage to hop on. Feel free to use them!
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Favorite fictional characters of all time ☆ Lagertha (Vikings)
You couldn’t kill me if you tried for one hundred years.
Source: irobbstark
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-Ann smooches and runs away cackling-
Mareloen is caught off guard and nearly fails a spell, resulting in an outbreak of shimmering light and nearly setting his sleeve on fire.“ And… Ann get back here!!!” - he exclaims dropping what he was doing and going after her.
Ann doesn’t adhere to his order, quickly tapping her heels away as she rounded a corner and hid in a small little dip in the walls. She covered her mouth, trying her utmost best not to laugh and give away her position. Perhaps she could easily use her magic to blend herself more, but that would just be cheating and unfair.
This was too fun and adrenaline inducing. Just what she needed.
Ann has a headstart, but it’s the clicking of her heels is what gives her away. Pointy ears twitch as Mareloen unmistakenly picks up the sound of her footsteps and rushes down in that direction…. alas, when he turns the corner - there is no one there. “ I know you are here…” - he states, a well-set voice echoing down the seemingly empty hall, - “ I have not heard you run, Ann… and I very much doubt you have suddenly learned to fly. “ He tries to sound serious, but the corners of his lips twitch upwards. Mareloen doesn’t even consider dropping his wards to find her - knowing it would both ruin his mood and cut this little game short…. No, he’s willing to stall. Slowly he walks down the hallway - footsteps become the only sound breaking the silence.
Ann clasped her mouth to hide the dead give-away of her elated breathing from the anticipation and anxiety of him already finding her.
He walked by, and it caused her gut to flutter that maybe.. just maybe, she deceived him; slightly.
She listened carefully to his footsteps to know the right amount of distance he would have from her, and as soon as he was at least a good few lengths away she pivoted at her heel around the edge of the wall and took off back down the hallway they had come from, all while a few breathless giggles managed to escape.
In this time she managed to accidentally slip out of her shoes and leave them in her wake.
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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters
“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”
“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”
“Hang on, I got you.”
“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”
“We should get that looked at.”
“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”
“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”
“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“What ever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”
“Oooooo. That looks painful.”
“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”
“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”
“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”
“You stopped breathing.”
“Oh look, it’s alive.”
“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”
“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”
“What happened to your leg?!”
“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”
“Here’s some ice.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?”
“Yeesh, you look like shit.”
“Wait, you were mugged?!”
“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”
“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”
“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”
“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving arou d too much if I were you.”
“We thought you were dead!”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“Can you walk on your own?”
“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
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what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?
if you would like to be more specific – what made you stay?
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a warrior doesn’t mourn the dead until the war is over
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Fan art
Kw ig
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-Ann smooches and runs away cackling-
Mareloen is caught off guard and nearly fails a spell, resulting in an outbreak of shimmering light and nearly setting his sleeve on fire.“ And… Ann get back here!!!” - he exclaims dropping what he was doing and going after her.
Ann doesn't adhere to his order, quickly tapping her heels away as she rounded a corner and hid in a small little dip in the walls. She covered her mouth, trying her utmost best not to laugh and give away her position. Perhaps she could easily use her magic to blend herself more, but that would just be cheating and unfair.
This was too fun and adrenaline inducing. Just what she needed.
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Two pages of the comic ^^ I should probably organize a clickable version. I’ll do it when I have three ready :) For now - hope you like it ^^
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Aɴᴅʀᴀsᴛᴇ
Let the blade pass through the flesh. Let my blood touch the ground. Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice.
seeker-trevelyan
Warmth of another hand drew Ann away from her sword and redirected her attention as they kissed the whites of her knuckles. She blinked what were possible near tears away, glazing over her eyes and blurring her vision as they were. Time had skipped on her. How long had she been out here? Her legs felt the numbing sting of coldness. She swallowed it all away and blinked, shaking her head and setting aside her gear with her opposing hand.
“I don’t know,” she managed hesitantly, wishing with utmost desire to flay Maferath at the very moment. Yet, that kiss at her hand.. despite how cold she was it brought a different kind of warmth for her.
Ann smiled and cupped his cheek with her hand and leaned in, kissing him softly as she did. “If you think you are capable of offering me such a thing at this moment, then you may try..”
Asher returned her smile and kept their heads pressed together when the kiss ended. It was as sweet and heart warming as ever and his being felt lighter at her touch…but she wasn’t ok and he knew that. His free hand moved to her waist and pulled her closer.
One thing at a time.
“I can at the very least get you warm, beautiful.” Leaning down slightly, he returned the favour and pressed a long, slow kiss to her lips. “Let’s just start there, ey?”
Ann wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his long kiss, running her thumb along his cheek as she did so lovingly. "Fur blankets and a fire? I would like that very much so, if you would be so kind as to provide." She shrugged, brushing her fingers over his skin affectionately with a smile.
Munday and trying to stay positive I guess.