eye of the whoever

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.

Please.

Please.

Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.

Stop.

Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.

Yourself.

Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.

Perfect.

Worthwhile.

Amazing.

Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.



“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

“We’ll find her.” Derek Hale

Warning: Trigger Warning

1.7K word count

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“We have to find her.” Derek grabs his coat and heads for the door. “Woah, wait a minute.” Scott rushes for him and places a hand on his shoulder preventing him from leaving just yet. “We don’t even know where to look yet. Are you sure she’s even missing?” He questions him. “Yes, I’m sure. She would never take off somewhere and not tell me.” Derek exclaims, forehead bruiting. He looks past Scott to the other members of the pack. He thought to himself how lucky he is to have such a great group of people to have his back, and Y/N’s. “I mean, who would even want to take her?” Stiles chimes in. “I don’t know.” Derek shakes his head, eyes downcast towards the floor. “Whoever has her, we can take them.” Lydia speaks, Kira nodding in agreement. “When was the last time you saw her?” Scott asks. The pack looks to Derek. “I dropped her off to a friends for the night. This morning when I went to pick her up her friend said that she took off last night. Said she was coming home to me.” Lydia sighs. “Y/N’s not one to run away. Something’s happened.” Derek’s hands clench into fists. “Well, let’s just split up. Search everywhere we can.”

Derek and Stiles go in Derek’s Camaro to the old Hale house in the woods. “Haven’t been here in a while.” Stiles says as they pull up. “Neither have I.” Derek steps out of the vehicle with Stiles close behind. Just before they enter the house Derek stops, Stiles almost running into the back of him. Stiles hesitates asking Derek what he hears, knowing it’s probably not good considering the circumstances.Derek goes inside without a word and goes into the living room to be greeted by a familiar face. Kate sits on a dusty old chair swimming a sharp knife in her hand. She smirks when her and Derek lock eyes, standing to her feet. “Hey, gorgeous.” She smiles menacingly. Derek’s jaw locks trying to will away the overpowering urge to kill her instantly. “Why so mad?” She tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy, but she knows exactly whats going on. “Where is she.” He demands. “Who are we talking about, sweetie?” Kate asks. Derek takes in a slow deep breath through his nose, and Stiles knows he’s about to blow. “Where. Is. She.” Kate puts her hands up in defense. “Easy, killer, she’s fine. For now.” She smirks. “There is one way you can see her alive again if you’d like.” She offers. Derek stays silent and as still as a rock, eyes trained on Kate. “I’ll let her go… Under one condition. You leave her.” Stiles stays behind Derek near the door, ready for a quick get-away. “What?” Derek’s eyebrows furrow. “You leave her. For me.” Kate smiles. “I don’t like the fact that you’ve moved on, Derek, and I want you all,” she places the tip of the knife against his throat. “to,” she lowers the blade down his chest. “myself.” The blade continues down his torso until Derek reaches out and smacks it out of her hand with so much speed Kate doesn’t have a chance to attack back. He encloses his hand around her throat and raises her up until her feet don’t touch the ground then slams her against the nearest wall. “WHERE IS SHE?!” He roars, his eyes glowing and fangs protruding. Kate struggles to breathe under his incredibly tight hold. Stiles rushes over. “Derek, stop! If you kill her, we’ll never find Y/N.” Derek realizes Stiles is right. He lets go of her and she slides down the wall grasping her throat trying to breathe again. “I’ll give you one more chance to tell me where she is.” Derek commands of her. “I don’t know.” Kate sputters. “She got away a few hours ago, she could be anywhere by now.” She tells. That’s all Derek needs to hear as he makes his way back outside to his car. Stiles chases him down and just barely gets into the passenger side seat before Derek speeds off.

“Do you think she was telling the truth?” Stiles asks. Derek shakes his head, “I don’t know, but we’ve got nothing else.” They drive around back alleys and city streets for hours, searching. But still nothing. “Ok, lets think. Where would Kate be keeping Y/N thats not in town.” Stiles thinks. “I know a few spots, and their all in the woods.” The tires on the Camaro screech as they do a u-turn in the middle of the road and change direction. “There’s some old underground cellars my family used to use on full moons in the woods out of town, but I haven’t been there in years.” Derek says. He increases his speed, sliding around corners that were recently made wet from the rain. About another ten minutes of driving and they come along dirt paths around old abandoned historical homes in Beacon Hills. “Here? You sure were not going to get killed out here?” Stiles looks at his surroundings through the car window. These homes are old and crumbling apart, bricks falling and vines growing up the sides. “If anything does kill you, it’ll be me. Shut up.” Derek barks at him. He parks in a small clearing of trees, his windshield washers working overtime against this downpour. He and Stiles try to see through the rain for any sign that people were here. Then, a burst of hope shoots into Derek’s chest when he sees something moving in the distance. “Stay here.” He tells Stiles as he climbs out of the car, his skin and clothes becoming soaked within the first ten seconds. He squints his eyes to see, seeing a figure standing about fifteen feet away from him. “Y/N…” He mumbles. He knows it’s her, he just knows. He runs towards her, seeing her recognizable facial features through the rain. He envelopes her in his arms and she collapses in them, utterly exhausted from the events these past twenty-four hours. He helps her walk back to the car and slides her into the backseat before getting in next to her. “You’re driving us home.” He tells Stiles. He complies immediately and runs around to the drivers side. During the ride back to the loft, Stiles calls the rest of the pack telling them that Y/N’s been found whilst Derek comforts her in the backseat. Once they get home, Stiles helps them both inside before leaving them be by themselves.

-Y/N’s POV-
Derek lays me on his bed, gingerly looking me over for injuries. “What happened?” He asks softly. I try to remember, but nothing comes into my mind. It’s like my mind is trying to block out all the scary parts, which happens to be all of it. “I can’t remember. I cant remember any of it.” Obviously I got hurt, there’s blood along my arms and chest. How I got hurt, thats what I don’t know. Derek gently takes off my jacket and shoes, looking at my bruises and scratches along my arms. He doesn’t speak a word as he cleans them out and applies medicine to them. “You should take a shower. Here, I’ll help you.” He helps me stand up and get my footing back. “It’s ok, Der, I can shower on my own.” He looks at me wearily. “Really,” I place my clean hand on his cheek. “I’ll be ok.” I murmur. He nods, watching me make my way into the bathroom and close the door behind myself. I peel my wet clothes off my body, and toss them into the corner. The shower water is hot, making my skin feel prickly from the contrast in temperature. I stand under the faucet for a while, just letting the water cascade over my cold skin. The past twenty-four hours have been a blur, and I only have bits and pieces of memories I’m trying to fit together. Its like an insanely hard jigsaw puzzle and it makes my head hurt. One of the few handfuls of memories I have are of someone wearing a mask telling me lies. Feeding me false information about the people I love, telling me lies about them and making me believe it. Hurting me and making me believe these insane stories, mostly about Derek. How he never loved me, how he is just using me to make himself feel good. I look down at the water by my feet and it’s completely bloody, making me gasp. My breathing becomes erratic with new memories flooding my mind about what they did to me. I thrash thrash against them as they tie me to a chair and laugh at me. Before I know it, my vision becomes foggy and I’m loosing my balance. Then, a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around my wait, keeping me up and holding me close. Derek’s voice is soothing and slowly calming me down as he rests his scruffy chin against my shoulder from behind. He glides his lips along my wet skin and makes me melt in his arms. My breathing is back to normal and I feel exhausted from everything. But in Derek’s arms I feel… Whole. He turns me around so we’re face to face. His eyes are gentle kind as they stare into mine. I feel my bottom lip tremble, Derek’s eyes falling when he notices. “It’s ok.“ He gathers me into his arms and I lean my head against his chest, letting the warm water and his hands relax me into bliss. He threads his hands through my hair and glides his hands along my back and wherever he can reach, not in a sexually or lustful way, but in a loving way. He loves me to his very core and I the same, which is shown through his gentle actions with me. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers in my ear, kissing the outer shell. “I love you.” I remind him, something that will never not be true. “Like you have no idea.” He agrees. We’ll get through this. Together.

Send my muse a curse!

M!A’s based on original curses and some inspired by famous curses in history.

Button Eyes: whoever sends this has ownership of a voodoo doll especially made for my muse, and can inflict harm on them at will. Lasts as long as they want.

Bad Luck: muse has a classic case of bad luck and nothing will go right for them for a full day.

The Crying Boy: muse feels like their insides are on fire. Lasts a full day.

Lost Soul: muse is stuck in a ghostly dimension; they can see everything going on around them, but no one can see or hear them. Lasts two days.

Worst Fears: muse is haunted by the thing(s) that scare them the most. Lasts a full day.

Kennedy: bad luck follows not only my muse, but all of their friends and family as well! (Ask permission from other muns before involving anyone else in this curse). Lasts two days.

Seeing Red: muse sees blood everywhere they look. Bonus points if they’re afraid or disgusted by blood. Lasts a full day.

Murrain: muse is deathly ill. Lasts two days.

Ravenous: muse is constantly starving but cannot be satisfied. Lasts two days.

Loathly: muse is transformed, becoming increasingly more haggard and/or monstrous in appearance. An act of kindness towards them will break the curse.

A New Roommate: an evil spirit possesses my muse’s body. How it behaves is up to the mun. Lasts three days.

Followed: spirits from my muse’s past are following them around. Lasts two days.

Not a Wink: muse can’t sleep no matter how tired they feel. Lasts three days.

The Bell Witch: muse’s home is plagued by relentless poltergeist activity. Lasts two days.

Caprice [Jungkook]

{{ noun // a sudden change, as of one’s mind or the weather ; a tendency to change one’s mind }}

Is he or is he not your boyfriend?

Fluff. College AU. 3,404 words.

➵ Joie De Vivre Series: a holiday collab with @dreamscript and @zephyoongist

Seokjin / Yoongi + Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jungkook

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Chemistry is going to be your cause of demise.

It’s inevitable. You have a seventy-nine percent in the class, and the professor just announced that the class’s average score on the second midterm was a measly forty-five percent. You had been hoping that she’d curve the midterm, so your grade might reach a more stable percentage, but she refused on account of some overachiever earning a one hundred percent on the midterm. The look in everyone’s eyes when she said that— whoever received the perfect score better sleep with one eye open. College students, yourself included, are pretty volatile over grades.

Did you mention that the only four components making up your overall class grade were a compilation of quiz scores, two midterms, and the final?

So yeah, you’re screwed.

In more ways than one, actually, if you have to admit.

A certain cute boy named Jeon Jungkook sitting in front of you is awfully distracting.

You might be paying more attention to him than the lecture at times.

Huh.

Maybe that’s why your lowest grade is in this class.

Keep reading

Upon learning Montparnasse has never had a proper Christmas, Jehan brings him as their plus one to les Amis’ annual Christmas dinner.

And sure, it’s awkward, Montparnasse stays mainly with Jehan, watching them getting delightfully redder as the champagne and wine bottles empty, but it’s a family holiday, and Jehan is his family. He didn’t get to pick his family’s family, but does anyone, really?

Then comes the time to hand over the presents. As expected, Montparnasse gets one from Jehan, a very pretty jacket he’s been eyeing for a while. But there’s one he never saw coming. Whoever thought of offering him a box full of fancy teabags had been severely mistaken.

The little doctory one with the glasses waves at him with a wide grin: “Jehan told me you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, so I made you a calming blend. All homemade. It got me through med school. You know what, I’ll put the kettle on right now!”

Thus begins Montparnasse’s uncontrollable and maddening fondness for Joly

They asked what my favorite way to spend a lazy day was and all I could think about was you, wherever and whoever you are. So I closed my eyes, allowed myself a breath, and then I told them the truth. I am waiting for the day I can answer this with something along the lines of ‘curled between her legs and wrapped within her arms’.
The most domesticated warmth enveloping that rhythmatic beat behind my ribs.
At this time, I crave for the exploration of my life with the most striking girl I’ve ever met, so that I get the chance to spend lazy days trapped beneath comforting sheets with giggling whispers of success and fantasy.
I want our words to drip off each other’s skin as if they were paint.
We could rest within the existence of the other, reading a book together or perhaps making music, or maybe even watching tv engulfed in a wave of fluffy blankets.
If I had to say what my favorite way to spend a lazy day is, then I would say it’s well spent daydreaming about happiness. And you, whomever you may be.
—  ARH // To My Future

Whoever you are: in the evening step out
of your room, where you know everything;
yours is the last house before the far-off:
whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their weariness
barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold,
you lift very slowly one black tree
and place it against the sky: slender, alone.
And you have made the world. And it is huge
and like a word which grows ripe in silence.
And as your will seizes on its meaning,
tenderly your eyes let it go …

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Entrance,” The Book of Images: Poems, trans. by Edward Snow (North Point Press, 1991)

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Part of Class - 0
(I drew these a long time ago and never posted them as a set o u o. Hopefully one day I’ll get around to the rest!)

Dating Negan would involve...

Originally posted by rikkisixx

-Him protecting you at all costs

-Threatening anyone with Lucille if they so much as look at you in the wrong way

-You being the only one who can calm him down when he’s mad

-Cupping your neck and leaning his forehead on yours, closing his eyes

-Him sending you ‘sex eyes’ across any room

-Openly showing his affection toward you. Whoever is present

-Warning people who escort you on a hunt that if you are hurt, there will be trouble

-Him being angry when you get hurt on a run

-Mainly at you

-Him calming down and gently tending to your injuries

-Kissing any cuts or bruises you have

-Him being obsessed with eating your pussy

-Seriously. He loves it

-Him slapping your ass whenever you walk by him

-Fucking you everywhere. In the sanctuary, in the woods, even in Alexandria

-Loving when people walk in on you two having sex

-Leaving hickeys all over your skin to ‘mark you’

-Him kissing you to shut you the hell up

-The both of you getting seriously jealous all the time

-”Thank you for being here”

-”You didn’t really give me a choice”

-Him not wanting you to be one of his wives because he thinks you’re better than that

-Him telling everyone he meets that you’re his

-Just simply the two of you being madly in love

Gryffindor Loss || Open

It was the first Gryffindor game of the season, and it went like it was the first time any of them had ever even played. Bobby wasn’t sure why he had expected it to go better, but the truth of the matter was that it went absolutely horrible. Losing a game in 3 minutes because of the seeker was fair. Losing the game in an hour by 290 points? That was just… Well, it was embarrassing and it made the younger Gryffindor feel sick.  The Hufflepuffs were either on a rampage after losing the first game, or the Gryffindor team sucked that much. He had a feeling it was that latter.

There were parties throughout the school and Bobby found himself at none of them. Truth be told, he felt like he was ready to burst into tears at any moment and he wasn’t sure if a party would make him feel better or worse. Instead, the chaser wandered about, looking down at the tile floor or kicking the dirt with his hands in his pockets. This was his first official game he had played. Based off how poorly he did after months of practicing, he wasn’t very inspired to attend tomorrow’s practice let alone keep playing. His body ached from getting beaten by bludgers and his heart was crushed at how poorly his team did. He only remembered getting thrown the quaffle once or twice.

Vikings Preference "How they react when they get jealous"

(WOOOOO first Vikings preference :3 Yay for our faves being jelly XD hope it is as requested and you all like it :D PS. I meant Porunn not Torvi XD my bad Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Ragnar-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d put on an act, pretending to be fine to see you around other men but from his sarcastic tone and smile as well as his exaggerated actions, you could always tell who is bothering him, making you just want to walk over to him to reassure him.

Rollo-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d clench his jaw and fists as he keeps his eyes on you and whoever is flirting with you. He’d just try his best to maintain his composure until he can’t anymore and finally goes over to whoever it is to back the hell up.

Floki-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d be his usual giddy and excited self but he’d stop once in a while just to glare at whoever is flirting with you and bring them down with a rather mean remark. He’d just want them to leave you alone, making him have his fun with the insults.

Athelstan-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d try to deny he ever felt that way and pretend that everything is alright. He’d avoid your knowing gaze and give you a curt nod or a smile to reassure you that he is indeed alright, only to sigh rather loudly, making you walk over to him.

Bjorn-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d glare at whoever is flirting with you and just stare back at you to hint at you that he isn’t happy about this. He’d find his way to get closer to you and make it clear by holding your hand that you’re his, before walking away with you.

Ubbe-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d want to deny he felt that way and do his best to keep his serious and be “mad” at whoever is flirting with you but as you could always tell with the way you would look at him, he’d end up just calming himself before walking over to take you away with a playful smile.

Hvitserk-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d get cocky and be overconfident about anything. He’d want to prove himself to you as well as to whoever is flirting with you, that apart from himself no one is better suited for you, resulting in him just making you laugh.

Sigurd-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d pout and act as if you weren’t around to avoid your gaze, only to steal glances at you and whoever is flirting with you, making him get closer and closer. He’d want them to know your his, so he’d just end up intruding in the conversation.

Ivar-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d have a hard time hiding it as it would show in his eyes and his actions a little too much. He’d do anything he can to bother you to get your attention, before smirking at you and giving you a warning look about what is about to come for you and whoever is flirting with you.

Halfdan-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d try to ignore you and whoever is around flirting with you, only to end up not being able to and get up to pull you away to keep you for himself. He’d put his trust in you but with his brother’s constant teasing, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from walking over to you.

Harald-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d talk shit about whoever is flirting with you to his brother and try to compose himself before occasionally losing it. As he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, he’d walk over to you to pull you to keep you behind him before starting a fight with the other person, sometimes resulting in their death.

Aethelwulf-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d usually sulk on his own and wait for your to return to him before saying anything. He’d just want to hear it from you that whoever was flirting with you didn’t mean a thing and want you to prove yourself to him, making you kiss him in the moment.

King Ecbert-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d just laugh it off and act indifferent about whoever was flirting with you, only to tease you about making him feel that way once you are both alone. He’d tell you about how he felt and all before getting closer to whisper that he’ll “punish” you for that.

Lagertha-Whenever she gets jealous, she’d act like she was confident about herself and just laugh and smile at you whenever you would lock eyes. She’d find herself someone who would flirt with her as well before leading them closer to you and whoever was with you, just to get “back” at you.

Aslaug-Whenever she gets jealous, she’d deny and tell herself and you that she has no reason to feel that way. However, from her gaze and the way she would handle herself it would all be the opposite, but still she wouldn’t ever recognize it.

Porunn-Whenever she gets jealous, she’d try to distract herself from looking over at you, only to end up doing the exact opposite. It wouldn’t matter as to what she is doing, she’d keep her gaze and an ear to you and you conversation, making sure that the other person isn’t crossing any lines.