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Imagine Ubbe keeping you safe without really showing it (Part 1)

Request: Hey! I just sent an Ubbe x reader request but I don’t know if it sent? Where Reader helps care for the injured during battles and one day Ubbe refuses to let her go because it’s particularly dangerous and he wants to protect her cause he loves her. She thinks it’s cause he sees her as a liability. She goes but gets hurt saving his life. She lives but he loses it and if furious and worried and guilty. They have an argument but resolve it and confess their feelings for each other? Thanks 😊
Summary: The battle is done, the vikings have won and it’s your turn to attend to the wounded. After helping a shield maiden out of her miserie Ubbe comes to you with a badly wounded Sigurd, your task … to help him.
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The roaring, axes against shields, feet against the ground. It filled you with so much life … they had won the battle. Your eyes traveled up to the sky, thanking the gods silent for their support in this battle. But you also knew it was really time for you to get to work. As a healer you always had to go on the raids and battles, helping the injured, praying for the heavily wounded. You saw sometimes to much dead but you graced every one of those dead with your presents. Some villages where easy to take, others were stocked with fighting spirit, leaving you to tend the wounds and injuries of the men and woman out of Kattegat. You stood uphill nearby when you saw the first vikings return to the camp, roaring their victory for everybody to hear. One of them had a head in his hand, swinging it around in excitment before you noticed the first wounded, crawling herself further over the ground, a sword pressing in her upperleg. ‘It hit an artery.’ You said when you arrived, pressing fabrics against her leg before you looked to the sword. It needed to be pulled out but the changes were big that she would bleed to dead.
‘Valhalla will welcome me, I’m sure of it.’ She encouraged the doubt in your eyes. You nodded and pulled the sword out, she didn’t yelled. She only clenshed her teeth while the blood soacked the fabrics, not really mattering how much pressure you putted on it. The woman smiled, laying her head in the mud while looking to the sky. Dying was a peacefull thing just after battle for all of them where sure they would enter Valhalla with proud. You layed you ear against her chest when her smile fadded, just to be sure … and she was.
‘Y/n.’ A rush of relief runned through you body when you recognized his voice. Turning away from the woman you looked to Ubbe, supporting Sigurd while stepping closer. He was covered in dirt, blood but he seemed alright. It was since you went on raids with the young sons of Ragnar that you fell for him and everytime ever since, you prayed a little more for his safe return. His brother was less alright. You rushed over to Sigurd, looking to the arm who just hanged there totaly out of possition, his back soacked with blood.
‘Sigurd.’ You greeted him fast, leading the both of them to a clear spot where Ubbe helped his brother on the ground.
‘I’m alright.’ Sigurd protested. You started to pull out his defensif armor and looked to the shoulder you revealed.
‘Can you fix him?’ Ubbe asked worried. You looked up, meeting his colorfull eyes full of concern for his brother. He really didn’t admitted to it but he loved his brothers, being the oldest one of the four he took his task serious to keep them in line and in a certain way also safe.
‘It will hurt,’ she turned her eyes back to Sigurd. ‘A lot.’
‘Get it over with.’ He hissed in pain. You took his leather belt and pushed it in his mouth.
‘Hold him down.’ You nodded to Ubbe. He didn’t challenged your knowlegde in what your where doing, he fully trusted your work. You took Sigurd his arm, laid your other hand on his shoulder before you pushed his arm back in position with one hard push. He yelled throught the belt, sweat covering his forehead.
‘He has a large cut on his back to.’ Ubbe pointed out, pulling his brother up on his neck, reavealing his soacked back. You glanced under his shirt to a deep large cut. ‘We should bring him to the camp, where it is safe.’
‘I can work here to.’ You reacted with a fast smile.
 ‘Y/n, is safer there.’ Ubbe insisted friendly. You looked up to him and nodded, studing his face.
‘You have some nasty scratches to, I should look to that to.’ You said a little concerned. He only smiled, helping his brother up.
‘I’m fine.’ He winked, already walking. You took Sigurd his weapons and clothes and rushed after the both of them.

It was a pretty deep wound, you cleaned it in the best you could but you where a little scared that it would infect. ‘That is not the look you give while saving my brother.’ Ivar reacted on the concern in your eyes. You looked up to the little spoiled brad but didn’t say a thing because Ubbe was faster.
‘Without her he maybe was already dead. And don’t you have somewhere else to be?’ Ubbe asked him. You tended further to Sigurd but followed the conversation between the two of them.
‘What, so you can be alone with your little healer here.’ Ivar his words maked you blush, turning a little so they wouldn’t notice it while you layed some herbs ointment into the wound. Ubbe laughed, pushing his brother before Ivar finally gave up and left. You pulled the bucket closer, washing some bandages clean, refreshing them with cold water, softly laying them on the wound. Sigurd shivered but kept his eyes closed. You gave him something to ease his pain a little, he fell asleep by it. You felt his hot breath on you neck when Ubbe lurked over you shoulder to his brother. It was the kind of warmth that really filled your body in this kind of cold days.
‘Will he live?’ Ubbe asked. You slowly looked over your shoulder, his head hardly away from yours.
‘I can’t do more than this.’ You answered, studying his filty face again. ‘Can I attend your wounds now?’ You asked carefull, feeling his breath warming the curve from you neck to your colarbone.
‘I’m fine.’ And he pulled back.
‘Ubbe,’ You stopped him. He looked down, smiling, before he turned around to you again. ‘If it infects you could loose a whole lot more than only your face. Please,’ you gestured to the seat. He sighned, but on a friendly way and sat down. You hesitated for a moment before you layed your fingers under his chin, turning his head gently to the left so you got a good vieuw of his right side. ‘There aren’t any deep ones.’ You murmured for yourself.
‘Told you.’ He smiled. A smile spread over your own face while you took a fabric washing away the blood and dirt away where he was in covered.
‘I wouldn’t forgive myself if I can safe your brother but let you walk around with infected wounds because you are a little to stubborn.’ You said a little amused. His smile grew more playfull, you really loved this kind of smile on him. You looked to it until you caught yourself on watching. Your smile faded, working a little faster to clean his face, Ubbe didn’t say a thing about it. He looked to his brother again.
‘Thank you,’ he began. ‘for helping Sigurd. I know you don’t like him.’ Ubbe went further.
‘It is my duty to help our people. And who would I be to refuse a boy just because he hates me.’
‘He doesn’t hate you.’ Ubbe smiled. You pulled your hands away from his head, looking to his clean skin again.
‘He does, admit it. I’m way to boring.’ You reacted with a supportive grinn, knowing you were right.
‘You’re not boring Y/n.’
‘You just say that to make me feel better.’ You interupted him. With the scratches washed out there was only one who needed a little of your self made ointment. You carefully smeared it out over the wound before you pulled back and nodded to him. ‘You are free to go.’ You gestured to the others in the camp. He stood up and looked to his brother again. ‘I will keep an close eye on him, I promise.’ You reassured him. He lifted his hand, stroking his thumb over your cheek and you felt the warmth spreading to your body.
‘Thank you.’ He said from right out his heart. You nodded and looked how he walked away, leaving you with that weakness in your knees. But you knew … you weren’t good for him, you were just a healer.

Sigurd got a fever during the night. It  took you more than one bucket of water to keep his fever down, cleaning the wound every hour just to be safe. It was exhausting, half the camp was already asleep, the wounded were asleep and Sigurd was to, only a little restless. But you … you worked the whole night, sweat transparent on your forehead while you putted on some new bandages. You stood up, arching your back in pain from always crouching down. When you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, you startled, looking over you shoulder to Ubbe. ‘You should rest.’ He said a little concerned. You bited your lip and looked back to Sigurd. ‘Tell me what to do and take a few hours to sleep.’
‘I don’t really want to leave,’
‘This is an order Y/n.’ He said with a sternly voice. You nodded and looked back to Sigurd, explaining Ubbe everything he needed to do to keep his brother comfatble.
‘You have to wake me if something goes wrong, promise me that.’ It was almost begging, how embarrassed.
‘Yes, yes, go no, before I need to treat you to.’ He smiled reassuring. You hesitated, standing there, between sleep and responability. But finally you took off, always looking over your shoulder only to see Ubbe watching you until you where out of sight …

To much inspiration for 1 part, will do it in two then. ;-)

The newer games (Story of Seasons) are so difficult and I really wish they had the same charm as Friends of Mineral Town had for me. I love Trio of Towns because the characters are so alive but I want to meet the goals so my day becomes an endless cycle of run trough each town completing jobs and talk to whoever is in your way. In the beginning of the game I felt connected to the West town characters but now they are just there.
Alternatively, the Harvest Moon games are too easy. I finished Skytree Village in about 20 hours and I have no more reason to touch it. Late game has always been an issue for the series but i was pretty bummed out when I expected to last more than an in game year in the story on my first play through and instead beat the main story in mid-early fall.
I wish they could find a happy medium. I would love a title similar to my all time favorite Animal Parade and Tree of Tranquility. Or something that goes back to Mineral Town or Forget Me Not Valley.
But most importantly: I would love mining in actual mine levels to come back. I don’t understand how both sides agreed on this part.

i7 Roman: Episode 3

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Nagi: Tamaki, Sougo, are you still with me?

Tamaki: I was surprised when we fell in that hole. I’m still with you somehow, Nagicchi.

Sougo: Tamaki-san, I apologize for earlier. You protected me…

Tamaki: You’re a valuable houseboy (1) that keeps my house clean and does the housework, after all.

Sougo: Yes…

Nagi: NO, this isn’t the time for the two of you to be immersed in your own world. The Pandastone is right in front of us. Be on your guard so we don’t fall in another trap.

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Cycle Eight--Week 2

[AO3] [Week 1]

Day 8

Merle has set himself up in the town center, telling all who will listen about the word of Pan. To our surprise, ‘all who will listen’ seems to be most of the town. It may just be the novelty that makes them stop and ask him questions about his faith, but it may be something deeper. He prayed and sang the scorch teams on their way again tonight, and this time there were more than a few hesitant voices that joined in.

“Some of them really don’t believe that we can just breathe the air where we come from,” he told us after dinner.

Taako looked at him askance. “We came here without masks on. What do they think we were doing?”

“Dunno.” Merle shrugged. “I mean, they know we were on the ship. It’s not that weird we could breathe there. It’s the thought that there’s whole worlds without poison death spores in the air that throws ‘em. And where nobody needs to wear masks! You know how weird they think it is that we’ve all seen each other’s faces?” He paused and waggled his eyebrows. “Probably assume there’s some really kinky—”

“Gross.” Lup threw her spoon at his head.

“Speaking of which.” Magnus glared at him. “I know you’ve got your whole weird plant thing but please for the sake of everyone’s sanity and eyeballs, no flirting with the death mushrooms.”

“Hmph,” said Merle. “Here I am, trying to give these poor people the first taste of hope they’ve ever felt in their lives and all you can focus on is whether or not I wanna fuck the death mushrooms.”

To no one’s surprise, the conversation ended quite abruptly after that.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know why SP keeps portraying Naruto as the overworked father/husband who comes home late at night or the next morning. :( I was loving the Uzumaki Family interaction during the first two episodes of Boruto then Naruto had to come along and basically ignore everyone at his home. I get that being Hokage is not easy, but the villages are at peace and there's been a number of advancements, so basically his position is political. :/

Kishi also portrayed him as overworked during the first half of the Boruto movie, SP aren’t changing anything in this regard, especially considering how the current anime is taking place before the events of the movie.

Fatigue doesn’t equate to unhappiness.

He was tired because he was working too hard, but he’s not unhappy or unsatisfied with his life. As we saw in the Boruto movie, the situation within the Uzumaki household will sort itself out eventually. 

There’s a black sheep in every family.

I had an urge to draw a few of my current villagers from Animal Crossing, so here’s Muffy! I was surprised to find out that she has a ウチ/アネキ personality–I think it suits her well! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Greatest thing I’ve ever eaten…

Low Carb Village Hearth Light toast
Sliced organic avocado
Sprinkled some Pink Himalayan salt
Sprinkled 1 tsp hemp seeds
Organic local alfalfa sprouts


6g net carb….. 20g fat


The people of Alola have long known to honor the Tapus of their respective islands, for earning their blessings can offer a prosperous future, while their wrath is menacing enough to destroy civilization itself.  But the Tapu are notoriously finicky pokemon, who can not be pleased simply by performing a particular ritual or adhering to a certain set of prohibitions; if pleasing them was so easy, Tapu Village would still be standing.  Humans in Alola, therefore, have had to learn the desires of their gods.  And it is quite fortunate for them that, even before they developed a priesthood, they could rely on the dances of the Oricorio.

After drinking the nectar of local flowers – the same nectar which sustains the Tapus themselves – Oricorio show the people their Revelation Dance.  The dance takes different forms on different islands, and so do the Oricorio which perform them; Ula'Ula’s dance is a Baile displayed with flames, while on Melemele Island Oricorio use pom-poms to express their visions with arcs of lightning.  The Pa'u Oricorio of Akala dispense with any sort of display, instead using immense psychic powers to beam the directives straight into the mind of the listeners, and the Sensu Oricorio of Poni island use the spirits of the dead to act out a sort of play.

Pokemon can not speak human languages, and even dance has its limitations as a form of communication, so the messages of the Oricorio have often been misunderstood.  Whole villages have carried out acts of sacrilege and been struck down by the Tapus, or destroyed themselves in civil wars over how to interpret an Oricorio’s message.  But even in this urbanized age, each island carefully maintains its Oricorio meadow, for a misunderstood Oricorio is far less dangerous than no pokemon to provide oracles at all.


“…and the fact that Emma is going to be playing Gwen Stacy, what could be better? So, I am going to be the happiest audience member in the world.”

Just a little throwback: Bryce Dallas Howard (first actress to play Gwen Stacy on the big screen in Spider-Man 3) and Emma Stone were both filming The Help when it was announced that Emma was going to be the new Gwen Stacy for The Amazing Spider-Man franchise. Now, who will be the next?

The Pillars

The travel felt lonely after Mae left Vorador and the Cabal to explore the land that was kept from her - both sheltered mortal life and trapped in Meridian. Truly, she’d forever be part of the Cabal, yet their absence already made her homesick. She promised to visit during her exploration, once they inform her of their next sanctuary. Even her brothers and sisters that joined Kain’s command will be visited. Somehow…

Traveling next to the mountain range proved beneficial. Roads were easy to tread, small villages rested near the river that she could sneak in to feed. Being in the wilds was ever refreshing; even dashed through the land as a wolf in glee. The thrill made the lonely travels worth it. 

With a vast world to discover, it felt incredibly overwhelming. However, gazing to the north she remembered what laid there - the ruined Pillars of Nosgoth. Countless tales from both Vorador and Solus about the Pillars, how glorious they were before the corruption. And great sorrow when they fell. Now was the time to finally witness the remains of that dark history.

After another day of travel, she arrived. The land desolate, stone structures crumbling in decay, the air was filled with an uneasy aura. This was indeed a scar upon Nosgoth’s history. Shifting back to her original form, she advanced onto the steps. Golden eyes stared hard onto the black-stained pillars, cracked and shattered across the area. 

“Such destruction…if they reached beyond the clouds,” Mae paused, staring up above the clouded skies, “the magnitude to destroy them must’ve been tremendous…”



my week-end house is at the end of the Road                                              near that village                                                                                                    is easy to get at, by train


The Village Life Cycle 

(It’s the Ciiiiiiirrrrcle of Lifeeeeeee) 

 After three months of living in a small, coastal Malagasy village, August was the month where I finally began to really feel like a part of the community. Suddenly I noticed the village life cycle was unfolding all around me and I was right in the middle of it! I photographed a Malagasy wedding, I attended a few funerals, I helped the doctor birth a baby, and I even witnessed a circumcision party. I was somehow turning into a Rabbi. 

I had tried to be involved in community activities as much as I could for the first few months that I lived here…but being dropped in a town so extraordinarily different than what I was used to was overwhelming and adjusting took time. I was happy, but I wasn’t going to rush things. Being a volunteer is weird and everything gets better each day. 

In August I was beginning to become more comfortable spending (aimless) time outside. I started to be able to let go of “calculated time”- the structure and order my western brain thought it needed- and I was able to lighten my step and flow with the easy-going village mentality. This is when things started to get interesting. 

 A Nice Day for a Lime Green and Aqua Blue Wedding: 

One day I was walking around without any plans. I was excited to see where things could take me! As I passed by the only hill in town where there is cell-phone reception, a family at the Commune called me over and asked me to help them take photos of their wedding. A Malagasy Wedding! 

Where I live people rarely get married officially. There were 4 weddings in my commune in 2014 and only 5 so far this year. Most “married” couples just pair up and move in together…and then switch around if they feel like it as the years go by. A marriage license in this district of Madagascar costs 60,000 Ariary, or $20, which is a ridiculous amount of money for a Malagasy family that typically lives on 50 cents a day. 

But that day, there was a wedding and I just happened to stumble upon it! Everyone was so excited to have a strange “white person” there. They refused to let me stand and gave me the nicest chair to sit in, next to the the sisters of the bride. It’s always awkward when this happens, but I’m sure it would be even more awkward if I refused… 

All in attendance were wearing shades of blue and green -including the bride. I felt very underdressed in my cloth sarong (Malagasy lamba) that people wear casually but not to important events. But at least it was blue and no one seemed to mind because everything I do is weird anyways! 

We sat in the small library while two officials from the commune reviewed papers, said a few words, and then had the couple sign the papers and kiss. There were about 20 people there, and it was a simple and short ceremony. When the couple kissed, they were both very uncomfortable with an audience and began laughing nervously as Malagasy people tend to do when they are uncomfortable. It was such a wonderful and happy moment. And I snapped a photo of it! (Which just made them laugh more). 

After the ceremony, the group invited me back to their house a little ways out, down a muddy road. At the house, everyone insisted that I sit at the table with all of the men which included the Mayor and his “cronies.” All of the other women were sitting on mats in another room… But I didn’t want to stir the pot so I did what I was told. The large amount of respect I receive here is confusing yet humbling. I hope to do it justice with my work. 

Everyone was very jubilant and I taught them some English as we compared Malagasy and American culture while passing a tray of cookies around the table. Then the bride and her sisters served the men, the elders, and me large bowls of rice -the most important part of a Malagasy meal -especially at a wedding! 

Chicken stew and a salad of carrots were served alongside the rice and I once again had to have the awkward “vegetarian” talk with my new friends to explain why I don’t eat chicken. They were very intrigued…but understanding! 

After the meal, men brought out some bottles of beer, moonshine, rum, and sugar cane brandy called Toka Gasy. Everyone drank and cheered to the new happy couple. Then the men at the table mixed together a bunch of drinks, as well as some cookies and rice, into two cups and had the couple down the glasses as everyone chanted good blessings. 

After the toasts, I made my way into the other room where women and children had been eating on mats but were now beginning to dance. For the next few hours, as the day came to an end, I danced in a small little room with the grandmas and mothers and sisters and children as men sat in the other room, laughing, drinking and D.J.ing the music for us. It was glorious. 

A few days later, I printed out the photos I took and gave them to the kind and welcoming family as a wedding gift. 

Baby Come Back! 

As a Peace Corps Health Volunteer working with a health clinic (CSB -Centre du Santé de Base), I felt that it was obligatory that I take advantage of this position to witness childbirth sometime. In August my chance finally came! There are often women giving birth at the CSB, but sometimes it is late at night, or other times I had not been able to sit there all day waiting for it to happen. 

But on this particular Saturday I had nothing to do! I went out walking and I saw a bunch of people waiting at the CSB. I asked if they were waiting for a birth and they said yes. This was my moment! I ran home to grab my book and returned so I could wait with the family. 

The doctor at the clinic who I’m supposed to work with, but I do not talk to much because he has little patience for my “slowly improving” Malagasy, was there. He told me that the baby would probably come in about two hours, near 4 pm. During this time, he and I actually chatted a bit and *maybe* even bonded. He was very intrigued by my Kindle. 

4 pm came and passed but the baby still wasn’t ready. It would be getting dark soon and I could tell the doctor was getting impatient. The woman was given a dose of Ocytocin to induce labor but it wasn’t working quickly. 

 At around 5 o'clock, it was dusk and the doctor decided it was time. There was no electricity, but by the light of a lantern and my iPhone’s flashlight, he handed me some gloves. It was the most terrifying moment of my life. I am not supposed to actually be involved… I just wanted to watch (for some strange masochistic reason). 

My job was just to stand there and hand him warm water every once in a while, which I think I was qualified *just enough* to do. Although his Malagasy is particularly fast and I never understand him… It went okay. 

But the baby still wasn’t ready to come out. For a few more hours, the mother silently (Malagasy people do not make noise when they are in pain) pushed as her mother and sisters pushed on her stomach too. 

Eventually, after seeing so many traumatic things that I will never unsee, the baby emerged. I helped the doctor to clean her off and then I weighed her on a small balance as she cried her first little tears. (This is the only time I can be certain that the reason a baby was crying in my arms was NOT because I was white). 

It was a magical experience… I guess. Terrifying but magical. 

I didn’t realize that I had been holding my breath for three hours until I left the health center and finally exhaled a series of “WTF WTF WTF"s under the starry night sky. 


In August, I started to facilitate my own programs. I was to lead a nutrition class and cooking demo for mothers and young children one Tuesday morning. 

When I arrived at my counterpart’s house to set up, she told me that a two month old baby had passed away that morning and many people were distraught. 

She took me to the home of the family. Many of the villagers were waiting outside as a large group of family members and friends were squeezed in the house praying. Every once in a while I would hear loud wails. 

I asked my counterpart if we should cancel the program, but she said no and we carried it out. 

Later in the day, a large mass of people in colorful clothes were marching along the main road singing. The men in front were carrying a small white bundle. My counterpart told me it was the baby and we joined in with the march. 

I was heartsick because of the baby. I was also terribly afraid that I would do something dumb or offensive. In a situation like this, one cannot smile and laugh off a mistake as a charming cultural mishap and my language skills were not good enough to fully understand what was going on. 

Further down the road, most of the group took a path into the woods to bury the baby. Instead, I followed a group of women into a pond where everyone got in and began washing themselves. I began washing myself as well. I think it may have been symbolic for the “purity of life." 


The following week there was to be another nutrition program in a smaller village nearby. When I arrived in the village, I was informed by my coworker that a 20 year old boy had died that morning and we would be starting late because of the funeral. 

I joined the community as they carried the young man wrapped in white cloth to the river. They placed his body in a canoe and most of the villagers stayed onshore watching as a few more canoes accompanied his, to bury him in a sacred place along the water where he’d spent his whole life. 


These were untimely and surprising deaths. Both of these two funerals were because people were "sick.” That is all I know. The villagers were very quiet and solemn and did not want to talk. Death is a very delicate subject that I do not understand well. 


One morning I awoke to horrendous screams coming from the house next door to mine. I peaked over into the yard and saw a few mothers holding squirming little boys who were pants-less. They were being circumcised. 

I stayed back a bit because -to be honest- after witnessing childbirth, I wasn’t ready for the graphics of this event. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a rabbi. (Oh goodness that’s a horrible accidental pun). 

I guess I will just settle for being the strange community member in a village who does her best to understand the culture around her and tries not to offend people. L'chaim, To Life!

I miss the monthly flea market days from ACWW.It was a easy way to get furniture from the villagers and easy way to sell furniture you dont want to them I know the flea market spacein retail kinda replaced that in NL but.. it’d still be nice to even just have a “Spring Cleaning” day like the first weekend in March or April.