a bird in the hand pendants

Don’t forget me

*GIF not mine*

Part 1

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Request: @yummyfanta

Hiya! Love your work as I’m completely obsessed with Vikings rn especially since the sons are in ;) May I request where reader is a saxon lady in Ecbert’s castle and she is engaged to maybe Alfred but she and Ivar become lovers while he is held prisoner? Maybe right at end Ivar comes back with his bros to claim back his woman? Thanks love :)

Then, im finally finished with my longest imagine so far. I have always known i’ve had little self control, but this is only proof i have none. Whatsoever. Thats why its so lousy at some parts cause i simply had to cut it down, or else i would never have been done with it. But this was one of my favorite requests and a true pleasure to write! Even though this part is a bigger mess than Britney Spears in february 2007 (no offense to y’all spears fans, she the queen of my childhood), i hope everyone can find it in themselves to enjoy it :)) especially you @ivarthebonelessx

Warnings: There is most likely triggers, but i cannot say what cause that would spoil! You have been warned so read on your own risk!

And of course some good ol’ fashioned smut ;)) 

And some reeking hvitserktrash. but thats not a warning

Wordcount: 10.774



The soft touch of my handmaiden’s fingers trailed over my back. Every now and then the cloth in her hand released some hot water over my skin - spreading all over before falling back down to surround me in the bathtub once again. The fireplace was the main source of light in the dimly lit chamber, and my eyes where staring absentmindedly on the dancing flames crackling ever now and then.

My love for baths where strong, but not as strong like the one burning for the savage who stole my heart.

Damp hair where resting over my shoulder as my fingers combed lightly through it, releasing it of knots. I hadn’t stopped my visits to Ivar after the first night, neither the second one. I used every excuse I could to see him, talk to him, just be in his presence. Eventually, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with those foreign words, those beautiful smiles - and oh those wonderful blue eyes.

But my fairytale didn’t last forever.

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Clace Wedding

The small dressing room in the back of the Accords Hall was packed. Clary stood in front of a full length mirror, her mother and Isabelle making last minute touch-ups. Maia was behind Clary, lacing the back of her dress, muttering about how girlish the situation was. Maryse Lightwood stood by the door, looking at the grandfather clock worriedly.

They had gotten to the Accords Hall around ten o'clock that morning, ushering Clary away from Jace. A few times he had tried to get in, but her mother and Maia had chased him out, not wanting Jace to see Clary before the wedding. Her dress was a shimmering gold, made completely out of silk. Runes of love and happiness and good fortune were embroidered into the bodice. Clary had thought it was a little over the top, but Isabelle and Magnus had insisted.

Absentmindedly, Clary caressed the Herondale family ring that rested on her finger. She and Jace had exchanged family rings the year before. She smiled slightly when she thought of Jace. Just thinking about him brightened her mood, made her feel complete. She wondered how she would feel once they were married, which would happen in a few minutes. She suddenly felt cold all over.

She and Jace were to be married. In a few minutes. Butterflies flew wildly in her stomach. Were they ready to be married? They were only twenty-one. Was that too young? But Clary knew that it was the age most shadowhunters were when they got married, because shadowhunters die young and–

“Clary, are you even listening?” Isabelle exclaimed, jerking Clary from her morbid thoughts. She looked up to see Isabelle standing in front of her, a bouquet of red roses in her hands.

“I… No. No, I wasn’t listening.” Clary admitted, blushing.

“I asked you if you were ready? The ceremony is starting in five minutes,” Isabelle said, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. When Clary didn’t answer, Isabelle’s expression went from slightly annoyed to concerned.

Before she could say anything, Alec burst into the room, dressed in an elegant black suit. Alec held a small black box, going to stand beside his sister. He smiled, making his blue eyes crinkle.

“Hey, Clary. I brought you a gift. It’s from Magnus and I.” Alec said, his words fast and excited, completely different from his normal attitude. He went behind her and set the present on a small wooden table. “Are you feeling all right? You look a bit green.”

As if on cue, Clary  fainted. Alec caught her, lowering her gently to the floor. Izzy and Jocelyn gasped and rushed to Clary’s side.

“Oh, no! She’s wrinkling her dress!” Isabelle shouted.

Jocelyn glared at her. “The poor thing is so nervous. I fainted on my wedding day to Valentine, you know,” she explained, turning to a surprised-looking Alec. “Could you get her a glass of water, dear?”

He nodded and quickly disappeared. Jocelyn felt Clary’s forehead, checking for a fever. Maia and Maryse looked on, nervous. The wedding was literally starting in five minutes. Alec returned with a glass of water and his stele, moving to sit next to Clary. She was just beginning to come back, pale and ill-looking.

“What-“ Clary began and sat up, nearly falling over again. Izzy steadied her, carefully placing a stray red curl back into the intricate braided bun on her head.

"Careful, sweetheart,” Jocelyn scolded. “You’ll faint again.”

“Here,” Alec said, handing Clary the drink. She took small sips while Alec drew an iratze on her shoulder. Clary felt the familiar sting, along with the nausea and lightheadedness fading. “Are you nervous or something? Do you need a courage rune?”

“I’m a little nervous, I guess. I just can’t believe Jace and I are getting married. The whole thing is just so surreal.” Clary said. Izzy and Jocelyn helped her up and smoothed out her dress.

“Everything’s fine, Clary,” Maia assured her. “You’ve been planning this for months. Clary looked at Maia and Izzy in their silver bridesmaid dresses. Izzy was sporting matching silver pumps, while Maia had on converse.

"Oh! I almost forgot your gift.” Alec retrieved the small black box, putting it in Clary’s hand.

“Thank you, Alec. You didn’t have to get me anything.” Clary said, smiling.

“Just open it.”

Clary laughed and opened the box, revealing a gold chain with a bird pendant. She gasped at its simple beauty, looking up at Alec.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

Alec took the necklace. “May I?” He asked. Clary nodded and turned around. As Alec fastened the necklace around her throat, he said, “I figured since you’ll be a Herondale soon, that I should get you something bird-related. Magnus helped me pick it out, of course; I know nothing about fashion. You’ll be the wife of my parabatai, I just want to let you know that I’m always going to be there for you. Hopefully someday you’ll let me babysit your children.”

Clary turned around and gave Alec a crushing hug. “That was so nice.” She whispered. “Thank you.” She sniffled, wiping her eye.

“Stop! I’m allergic to sentimentality! And no crying, Clary. You’ll ruin your makeup.” Isabelle said, throwing her arms up.

There was a knock at the door and Luke appeared, nodding to Maryse. “It’s time, guys.’ He held his hand out to Clary. She took it, smiling up at him.

Then he led her into the Hall.

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Yo! My first imagine! Sorry if it’s terrible, but I had to.

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With Everything (Gabriel)

Character: Gabriel the archangel
Words: 1600
Warning(s): Blood, swearing, fighting
A/N: Who doesn’t love a lil bit of protective Gabriel. Sorry this one is a mess and isn’t that great. I wrote this on fumes. I must recharge now.


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Neo-Babylonian Chalcedony Cylinder Seal, c. 750-600 BC

Engraved with two deities flanking a tasseled crescent-standard on a stepped podium, a bearded god to the right, probably Ninurta, the god of hunting and war, wearing a globe-topped horned headdress and a long robe, a sword at his back, one hand upraised, the other holding a leash attached to the composite winged monster upon which he stands, the monster with a lion head, bull horns, bird talons and a scorpion tail, a goddess to the left, wearing a globe-topped horned headdress and a long robe, her hands raised in adoration, standing upon a gazelle; a goat, a large crescent and a star in the field behind her, a fish before her, six dots, a wedge, a mace and other attributes in the field before Ninurta; mounted as a pendant in a 19th century gold setting.

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Little Birdie


“Ugh, this is the last time I go shopping with you!” Selena cried, as she tapped her foot impatiently against the tiled floor.

It was always something with Setsuna.

She either took far too long picking one item out, or she had picked up so many expensive things that Selena had to end up paying for it.

Setsuna removed her gaze from the cute bunny tea set on sale to look right into Selena’s eyes. “Oh, but you said that the last time… and look at how much fun we’re having.”

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Some French Proverbs (Part I)

loin des yeux, loin du coeur out of sight, out of mind

l'habit ne fait pas le moine the clothes don’t make the main/don’t judge a book by its cover

il faut battre le fer pendant qu'il est chaud strike while the iron’s hot

Paris ne s'est pas fait en un jour Paris wasn’t built in a day

mieux vaut tard que jamais better late than never

un tient vaut mieux que deux tu l'auras a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

le chat parti, les souris dansent when the cat’s away, the mice will play

tout vient à point à qui sait attendre good things come to those who wait

Playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care
  • Peter and wendy were never on good terms in school. Then one day after causing wendy detention, she won’t stop arguing with him and all of a sudden he kisses her. And that marks the start of their secret make out sessions in janitor’s closet, stairs, boy’s bathroom lol. After a few months wendy wants them to be an item and peter knows exactly the right moment to share it on new year’s eve.
  • Darling, can you ,please, write a prompt? It’s 31 Décembre and Peter has one gift for Wendy. Please?
  •  DP!CursedAU where Wendy gets hit on/bullied into a date by some guy & Peter steps in & declares himself her BF.
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I hope this works for all the prompts ? It sort of merged together. I hope you like it !!!

Short and sweet for New Year’s Eve, okay. Doing this. This is cute. And funny. Might be ooc – but it’s cursed AU, so I can make people nicer if I want to. Sometimes, I can actually do cute. On very rare occasions. 

Cursed AU : Peter is James, Wendy is Gwen, as usual.

Playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care (x)

When she asks him when they’re going to stop fooling around and actually be together, James laughs and tells her he doesn’t do relationships.

(you can imagine how the rest of that conversation went). 

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anonymous asked:

Solas notices Lavellan admiring a jewelry store in Val Royeaux and ponders getting her something! (does or does not, up to you:3)

Here you go, anon - mostly kept to the script on this one!  Hope you enjoy it ^^

A Trinket from the Past

“Oh come on, Pipsqueak, there’s gotta be something you like?”  Varric’s impatience was a somewhat welcome distraction for Nyriel.  She had been sent on an errand by her ambassador, Josephine, to pick out fabrics for the main hall following its reconstruction.  Sadly, it was not going too well.  Varric had little interest in decorations, other than their impact on his novel.  Cole was constantly picking things up and wandering off with them.  Solas, ever the stoic, was at a distance, observing silently.

“Varric, I’ve never had this kind of luxury in my life.  My clan lives out of wagons, remember?  We hardly spend the afternoon in an Orlesian market looking at swatches of silk.”

“I suppose you have a point there.  Say, why don’t you go look around the rest of the market and come back in a while?  I’ll be at the tavern over there-” he thumbed to a building off from the square over his shoulder, “if you need me.  Have fun with Chuckles and the Kid, Inquisitor.”

With that the dwarf sauntered off to the tavern.  She watched as he made his way to the door, commenting to a cloaked dwarf in the shadows.  They appeared about his height, perhaps shorter, and were nervous about being seen in public.  The hooded face looked to either side as the two dwarves headed inside.  Nyriel pocketed that line of questioning for later, and carried on further into the market.

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