a fallen warrior


Mermaid moodboard : Norse Mermaids

Born from the fiercest and most violent waves, those mermaids call themselves daughters of Rán. They wander around the seas under Aegir’s protection, to sink fleets by summoning waves and currents with their mermaid Galdr and drown sailors and warriors. They rip their souls from their bodies and place them in Ran’s net to fill her hall and when Ragnarok will come, the warriors will fight as well as warriors fallen and gone to Valhalla and Folkvangr. When they rip souls, their skin turns white and their eyes black. It is said that when a mermaid rip one’s soul from his body, the pain he feels is ten time worse than being burned and skinned alive. They are the most dangerous creatures of the sea and are feared even by the Valkyries who are their worst enemies.

as a kit, Hollyleaf remained inside camp out of fear for her own safety because of a falling leaf.

as a warrior, Hollyleaf remained inside the tunnels out of fear of her own safety (kinda?) with Fallen Leaves

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them. 

Lest we forget!

(The artwork is called ‘The Catch Up’ by Warrick Eady. It covers 100 years of Australian army soldier uniforms, and is a tear-jerker for many folks from my side of the world. ANZAC day is about Australia and New Zealand and the tragedy the brave men and women bravely endured, but this really is a great image to show respect to all our fallen brothers in arms.)


What if Morty was a Valkyrie who pitied Rick and decided to take him into Valhalla despite his misdeeds, and when he tries to find Yggdrasil and back to Asgard, YGGDRASIL IS GONE and they fly around hilariously in an attempt to find the world tree- with threats of feeding Rick to Nidhogg - ( and yes, actual attempt at literary going to Hel to see what it’s like, for fun- Oh and did I mention that Rick was an assassin? Well, at least was before he died-

It was a spur of a random idea since I wanted to see Mort as a Valkyrie AND I ALWAYS LOVED VALKYRIES so this is a really great excuse for me to design a Valk estq Mort. 

Love & War. {Feysand}

Originally posted by sensuous

Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer! 

Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.

Where are you?

I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years, and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him, shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every word.

The study.

My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his injuries, claimed he was still healing.

Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same reason.

Your missing out on Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also a little bit sad.

He deserves it, he replied, amusingly. I miss you.

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Athena’s Astrology

Pallas, Athene, and Minerva

To understand these three heavenly bodies, one must look at the mythology and symbolism behind the goddess they represent. They are named, of course, for Jupiter’s dearest daughter, Athena. In mythology, Athena was not born but rather she came from the head of her father, fully grown and already armed. Her birth, or lack thereof, is quite meaningful. Pallas is a goddess of the mind, and of war. She is a crafter, teaching mortals how to weave, spin, and so much more. She is much the same in war: Intellectual, insightful, and logical.

Unlike Ares, god of war, Athena rules over the justice and wit war involves. This can be seen in the Iliad, when Athena used strategy making herself invisible, and when Ares stopped to take the armor from the fallen, she helped the warrior Diomedes attack him. She uses her wit where Ares uses his rage and brute strength. She is a ruler of the mind.

Each asteroid is considered a different representative of this mythos: Pallas is the ego, Athene the curiosity, and Minerva the drive to accomplish. How they differ can be interpreted by which of her names the asteroids bear.


Pallas, Greek for “maiden,” represents Athena’s role as virgin, master of her own sexuality. It also is tied to a darker myth in which Athena accidentally kills her foster sister and fellow student. When they are both being taught the art of war, they sometimes battle. A falling out leads to Pallas attempting to kill Athena. Zeus, seeking to protect his daughter, strikes the girl with lightning. Athena takes advantage of this moment, killing the original Pallas as she has been taught to. She is so guilt ridden, she takes on the name Pallas in homage to her fallen sister.

In some interpretations, Pallas is a name bestowed upon Athena for her defeat of enemies, such as a giant, bearing that name. In all interpretations, Pallas is the title of her enemy - a title which she takes on. This symbolism must be taken into account when interpreting Pallas’s role in the natal chart.

In this way, Pallas represents how we defend ourselves, both physically and otherwise. She is our righteousness, our sense of justice. She is also the mark of how we view vengeance, and respect our opponents, even if they may feel like enemies in the moment.

How we solve problems and conflicts is marked by Pallas. Some also associate hand-eye coordination with this heavenly body.

Pallas can also reveal how we relate to the men in our lives, particularly our fathers or father figures.


Athene’s true meaning is not clear, but it may be derived from Greek for “sharp” and “praise.” In this form, Athena was the defender, the protector of the people, and the asteroid’s role reflects this.

While Pallas shows how we defend ourselves, Athene shows how we defend and protect others. This is the shield, the goddess who protected her city and worshippers, who met their loyalty with loyalty of her own.

She also reveals how we can teach others, and how we view wisdom itself. In many ways, Athene is the representative of our curiosity, and how we seek to gain wisdom.

She also is associated with our need for approval.


Minerva, the Roman goddess, must be viewed from a Roman perspective. Minerva was not always equated with Athena, she began as Menrva, the Etruscan goddess. She was also the goddess of trade and commerce in this form, she protected heroes, and she was associated with lightning. And Menrva stemmed from Meneswā, goddess of the moon.

Minerva, perhaps more than her fellow asteroids, represents feminine power, and in a sense duality. Minerva gives strength to our senses of equality, and inspires women to stand up for themselves.

She represents logical intuition, quick wit, and the ability to make realizations that strike like lightning. In the natal chart, she shows how and where we are perceptive.

Minerva is associated with public and political displays of ability and purpose, while Athene is more private.

by Lavinia Amoun

tea-tigress  asked:

Man oh man your style is so pleasing to the eye! I love the why you draw a feline's facial structure it's just so great and well placed ;w; Your style just looks so organic and pleasantly sketchy and loose, it's basically what I always wanted mine to be like ahah! You also have great choices in Warrior Cats, Hollyleaf is amazing. What are your opinions on her and Fallen Leaves if I may ask? Uh so Have a great day/night!

you’re too kind aaa ;;;;; thanks so much!!
Hollyleaf is amazing…true…so lets see. her and *billy talent voice* Fallen Leaves? im not a big shipper but i enjoy their friendship. Fallen Leaves is a good boy

sum warrior cats lore hcs

  • it’s considered highly offensive/ignorant to refer to a leader by their warrior name on purpose. slip ups happen of course, but directly referring to a leader by their warrior name is considered one of the biggest forms of disrespect. (ex. tigerstar probably mockingly refers to firestar by his warrior name in the df to show his disrespect towards him, brokenstar was called his warrior name by thunderclan warriors for moons to show the fact that they did not consider him a true leader, to his utmost humiliation)
  • deer are considered to be highly spiritual in clanlife and are “protected” - a clan cat cannot eat deer meat if they come across a carcass, it’s considered disrespectful to make dirt in an area where a deer has walked, etc. to see a deer even once is considered to be a blessing
  • in a few clans, there are certain times during the day in which it’s either a blessing or an omen for a kit to be born - kits who are born when the sun rises are said to grow to become wise cats, kits who are born during an overcast are said to have a lot of pain in their life
  • cats who have betrayed their clan are buried face down in the soil, as a way of symbolizing that they have “turned their backs” on starclan
  • during the vigil, the body of the fallen warrior has to be protected from all elements and the family of the warrior fasts for a week afterward - to eat even a day after a loved one has died is seen as disrespect
  • the first prey an apprentice catches tells different things about each apprentice (ex. an apprentice catching a mouse implies good eyesight and an inquisitive thinker, an apprentice catching a rabbit implies strength and quickness)
  • drowning is seen as the worst death by clan cats because the fear is that their spirit wont reach starclan; medicine cats must spend an extended amount of time praying for the cat and applying specific herbs to their body scent to help them get to starclan

Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.

Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.

Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?

Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.


You pulled your sword back and the soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated. In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.

You could see Hvitserk with a small group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his brother.

“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”

You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen Ivar?”

“Not since before the battle. Was he not with you?”

“He was, but we got separated.”

Hvitserk must have noticed your worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few Saxons to kill him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”

With that you turned to look for Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something was wrong.

“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your voice sounding strange and high pitched.

“He was wounded. We already brought him back to the camp.”

Panic shot through you and you felt your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking. Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.

“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I have to see him.” You repeated stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.

Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”

You stormed into the tent where the wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn determination. You would not lose him.

“Why is no one tending to him?” Your voice was fierce and demanding.

At the sound of your voice Ivar opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you. You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life depended on it.

He chuckled. “Are you trying to squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”

You softened your grip around him. “I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”

“Shhh. There’s no need to worry. It’s nothing.”

Seeing all the blood that covered his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.

Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze. “I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”

You ignored him and rose to your feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded. Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take care of those who were wounded in battle.

“Why is no one tending to him?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“Because his wound isn’t that deep. We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.

You thought about calling her back when heard Ivar chuckle.

“I told you it is nothing. Do you believe me now?”

“No.” You said stubbornly and turned to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”

“Why do want to bring him there?”

“I will take care of his wounds myself. Now come help me.”

You could see a pleased smirk grow on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of some old woman.

It was quite a struggle to get Ivar into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally managed to lay him down on your bed.

You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.

“Do you need any more help?”

“No, thank you.” You said and he left the tent.

You turned back to Ivar and carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.

You rummaged through your things to find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here. He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying himself.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him as you stepped back to the bed.

“I just like to be the center of all your attention.”

“You won’t like it as much anymore once I stick that needle into you.”

He just shrugged and followed your movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.

“Ivar, this is really not the right time. Please let me patch you up first.”

He grinned at you, full of mischief but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked him as you had made the first few stitches.

He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”

You nodded, unable to stop your eyes from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced yourself to concentrate on your work.

As you were almost finished you could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it until he found the lacing.

“Ivar, this is really not the time, you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.

He gave you a dark grin. “You asked me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”

“You have lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”

“I can’t. You look to irresistible like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in blood as he was.

You opened your mouth to protest and tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards you shirt.

“Take that off.”

You did as he had said and he sighed as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you, a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.

“Ivar.” You panted between your moans. “I… I’m about to…”

“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for me, Y/N!”

Hearing his words you let go and let yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him almost in surprise.

“After you have lost so much blood?”

He shrugged and gave you a crooked grin. “It’s what you do to me.”

You smirked back at him and moved to open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest. Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.

You were surprised as he tugged your head upwards after a while.

“Enough.” He said, his voice was thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”

You bit your lip and moved back up to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”

He put his hands on your hips, as if he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.

You shook your head at him and pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”

He gave you frustrated growl and you chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.

You closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts, while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to push him back down on his back.

“I said I will do the work, otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”

You knew it was an empty threat, for you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded, almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could taste the blood he had licked off your skin.

“You taste like the goddess of war.” He breathed against your lips.

As you sat back up to pick up a little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while he spilled his seed.

Totally out of breath you collapsed on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.

Now I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.

titles for all 2b episodes are out and of course, I had to go in too deep and now you’re getting my ramble. I don’t know if any of this might be true, but here you go.

Titles + spoilers we’ve got so far = this:


• 2x11 Mea Maxima Culpa- easy one. Jace’s gonna blame himself for events from 2x10
• 2x12 You’re Not Your Own - I have this feeling it might be mostly about Izzy or Alec. Remember - in 2x12 we’re getting “Alec being so sweet with Magnus”. AND I believe a brief Sizzy scene?
• 2x13 Those of Demon Blood - Downworld uprising!
• 2x14 The Fair Folk - Seelie Court, Seelie Queen etc.
• 2x15 A Problem of Memory - well, first idea I’ve got was Magnus sharing his past with Alec and I really don’t know what else could it be. I think there were spoilers about Alec and Seelie Court, so maybe something there happens that makes Alec ask about Magnus’ past? + most likely Magnus dancing.
• 2x16 Day of Atonement - I have no idea. All I know is we’re getting Idris scenes.
• 2x17 A Dark Reflection - Sebastian revealing who he really is? Like, Sebastian is Jace’s dark reflection, right?
• 2x18 Arise, Awake or Be Forever Fallen- the title comes from a poem “Paradise Lost” which is about things such as the fall of lucifer. This might be about fallen angels in overall. An introduction of Lilith perhaps? Asmodeus?
• 2x19 Hail and Farewell - “Hail and Farewell, my brother.” - this is what Sebastian said in the City of Glass right before he stabbed Jace, so…. Shadowhunters also use it [Ave Atque Vale] as a goodbye to warriors fallen on a battlefield. Or funerals overall. Wouldn’t be surprised if Max actually died + “Hail and Farewell” is a title of chapter in CoG where Clary creates Alliance Rune and I really want this to happen tbh. Like, imagine - even more badass battle!Malec.
• 2x20 Beside Still Water - Still water as in a lake = Lake Lyn = Mortal Mirror/Glass

Maybe at least one thing from there is true, lol. Feel free to add your own ideas