#ivar shelf

[shelandsorcery]

making good use of my rearranged space with a big decadent abstract every-colour-i-own watercolour painting!

A few shots of said rearrangement:

I took my 70" tall extra-deep Ivar shelf (which I have had since the 1990s, no joke, this fucker's a family heirloom) and sawed the frame in half, so now I have two 35" tall extra deep Ivars forming a kind of console across the back wall of my studio!

I use the extra-deep Ivar shelves for large paper storage first and foremost -- at approximately 33 x 20", they hold a much bigger sheet of paper than any drawer system I can currently afford. While dust is a factor, keeping the height of the paper storage shelves at a minimum does help. And in the end, I don't use that paper unless I can see it, thanks to my personal brand of neurospice, so this is the best compromise I've found. The deep shelves also allow me to use long baskets, clear tupperware, and such to store things; and on the shelf behind the table I have a ton of sketchpads and masonite boards and illustration board etc stored upright, which is the best for me in terms of accessibility since I only have one strong arm to lift things with and sliding things out from under huge piles of heavy books is a nightmare. There's definitely a need for a better organization system within that big chaos area on the lower right, but one step at a time, right?

What this does is takes a lot of the traditional art making space and art supply storage space needs off of my computer desk space, which will hopefully help my day job work feel more spacious and comfortable too. As you can see, I build cluttered nests as I work; it is My Way.

Anyways, it's a fun spot I am very happy with so far and I thought I'd share!

[jadelynlace]

Obviously reader can hold her own. She's a tough cookie. But I'm curious, what's an instance where Ink Drinker Ivar has stepped in and been protective of her?

Oh I fucking l love this.

So, we know Ivar has had his little run ins with readers ex-boyfriend. Even going as far as to tackle him to the ground.

And now don't get me wrong, Ivar loves to watch you in your glory. You're strong, you're confident, you take no shit. You can do nearly as many squat thrusts as he can, all while wearing your turn out gear.

But sometimes, sometimes, Ivar needs to be the protector. Much like he likes to bask in those domestic vibes when you two are cooking dinner together, Ivar likes to bask in the vibes of being your protector.

You two are out, tag-teaming the grocery shopping (getting it done quickly so you two can go home and have your evening together, and fuck, of course) and while you search for the right shape of pasta for dinner, you can practically feel the eyes of someone crawling across your backside. Glancing over your shoulder, you offer the man a neutral face (a smile would surely be too welcoming), and go back to your search.

"You're very pretty," He says and even his voice makes you raise your lip in disgust.

"Uh, thank you," You say back. You try to reach for the box of pasta you need with your left hand, only so you can shove your wedding band in his face. But either he ignores it, or thinks it means nothing.

Now, Ivar has this uncanny ability to switch from his normal face, to a face that would make even the fiercest of warriors think twice. And in his one track mind, he's walking back to you, and there's a slight smile on his face because he's thinking about you. Rounding the corner he sees you nearly backed into the shelf with the man in front of you. And the smile fades. That smile fades so quickly there's no evidence it was ever there to begin with.

Straightening himself, Ivar speaks, and his voice now, is dark. It's dark and chilling and you almost don't recognize it because it's so rarely used.

"Do we have a problem?" He asks. And you don't even have to look over to your husband for him to know they most certainly have a problem.

"No problem," The man says. "We're just talking,"

"How about you and I do a little talking outside?" Ivar suggests.

"Eh, you're not really my type, man. No offense," The man says and you know he might as well find a shovel to start digging his own grave.

"Oh? But, my wife is your type?" And you know he only said it that way because Ivar really, really likes it.

The man opens his mouth to say something but in a quick moment Ivar steps towards him. In the same action, he tosses what was in his hand in the shopping cart and quickly maneuvers it to latch it on the mans arm.

"When I mentioned that thing about us going outside? That wasn't a suggestion," Ivar sneers and the two of them move. The man twists again but Ivar only tightens his grip.

"Alright, alright," He says. "Not bothering the lady anymore," He adds.

"See? You even knew you were bothering her," And Ivar shoves the man away from him. He raises his eyebrows and the man backs down.

You watch, you watch and you can't fight the smirk on your face. If you weren't careful you're sure your bra might unhook itself.

"Ivar," You hum. And your husband turns around, face of steel long gone and that smile is back. "I had his right where I wanted him," And you flash your right hand with your pocket knife in your palm.

"Let me have this, alright?" Ivar teases.

"I want to be on top tonight then," You say back.

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[jbbartram-illu]

Hi!! I was wondering how you keep your home studio safe and clean? I'd like to start working on ceramics at home, but the potential for silica dust and things like that getting into spaces I eat and do other things in stresses me out. Thank you!

Oof yeah, that is a downside of working with clay! I try to be as cautious as possible about dust & here are my coping methods:

I started my pottery/ceramics journey at a small studio that was VERY concerned with safety, so I learned good cleaning techniques in classes there. Really the big one (that you probably already know) is to always wet-clean surfaces - I very gently sweep the big chunks into my scrap saving containers (see last answered ask re: those) & then mop my desk with an extremely wet sponge to get all the dust goopy, then a slightly wrung-out sponge to actually clean. I will admit I don't mop the floor as often as I should, but I don't think I'm kicking up too much dust when I'm working, so it's probably OK?

Dedicated pottery desk. For my first two-ish years of doing ceramic work at home, I used my painting desk to also do ceramics, but this summer I was able to get an ikea ivar desk/shelf thingy (pictured below) set up so I could confine the clay dust to one area. This is definitely a thing I'm lucky to be able to do, both because my lovely partner agreed to me taking the master bedroom as a studio when we moved in here & because said room is big enough for three desks (painting desk, computer desk, ceramics desk). Also, my studio is upstairs, so it's on a different floor from the kitchen, which makes me less worried about dust getting into our food.

Overall, though, I think the cleaning thing is the most important point - I tidy up dried scraps/wipe the desk throughout my working session so the dusty stuff won't build up too much (I also am forced to do this because I use four different clay bodies now, so I need to clean to stop it getting real messy, but I still did this when I only worked w/white clay), and I do a more in-depth clean at the end of the day/my work session, which seems to keep the dust at a reasonable level.

I hope this helps! Thank you for your question - it was interesting to answer!

[aaalllice]

Heyy x3 could you do a Marco ilsø x fan reader? Like at a comic con she gets an autograph and hes just amazed? Maybe some jealousy (im a sucker for that xD) when she goes to Alex? Thank you <3

Let’s hope you gonna like it !

I’ve never been to a comic con, there’s probably mistakes

Warning : none, so enjoy !

You and Marco

Friday, April 22, 10 pm

I just arrived in my hotel room, first reflex I drop my stuff and lie on the bed, comfortable…A few seconds later I stand up and turn my head towards the only window of the room, outside the sky was grey and big clouds were approaching not announcing anything good, hoping that tomorrow morning the rain won’t be there, I don’t want to look like a mop, I get up rubbing my hands on my shoulders to warm me up, it’s freezing if I don’t want to be sick tomorrow I have to put on a vest. I approach my suitcase, lift it and put it on my bed without delicacy, after I put the piece of cloth on my shoulders, I start to put my belongings on the room shelf. I mustn’t forget to take the gifts, knowing myself between stress and excitement, I will forget them The sound of my phone ringing startles me, it's my best friend, I pick up

hi ; where are you !? ; she has an unusual voice

I’m fine thank you ; I start making random steps in my room

I’m at your house, but apparently, you’re not! ;

I went to Germany for the weekend ;

What, you went on vacation without me! ;

I’m at a comic con ; … ;

hello? ;

you’re at the German comic con ; bravo you remember ! ; I’m obviously ironic, I had already told her about it, she could have come with me, but she doesn’t like Vikings…

Yeah, it’s good, I drank a little, sooo ;

you can stay at my house if you want ;

serious ? ;

I’m sure you’re already lying on my couch with something to eat ;

Maybe; I hear her yawning uhh, otherwise, what’s new since this morning ?;

hello ? ;

the sound of his snoring was heard ;

ok good night ;

I hang up and go back to my business

an hour later ~

I just finished tidying up, I put the presents on the bed, I finally found the radiator, the room temperature will warm up soon and I ordered food, waiting I sat on the floor to review my schedule for tomorrow, unfortunately, I could only afford one day but we will enjoy it, my day will boil down to waiting, waiting for autographs and still waiting to take pictures, but it’s worth it, imagine meeting Ivar the Boneless !!!

I get up suddenly, hold up my ticket and jump around my bed like a child, after that moment of euphoria, I lie on my back, I start to imagine scenarios, imagine Alex dropping me at the back of the line and making me double-cross everyone, imagine that we get along well, imagine that we become friends or best friend! imagine that he introduces me to all the cast and that he appreciates me all! imagine going to party with them!!!

The sound of my phone notification brings me back to reality, I look at the screen, my belly gargoyle, my food is there! It’s sleep time, I just got out of the shower and headed for my bed which looks more comfortable than when I arrived, I grab my phone and sit comfortably under the cover, the temperature was nice, the sheets are soft, everything is perfect, I launch my playlist puts on my headphones and turns off the light, and it’s back to imagine fake scenarios Weird I don’t think too much about tomorrow, I go more into a fantastic world, some music later, music "until I fond you" begins to ring in my ears, as soon as a man’s face appears, we lie in the hotel bed, the sunlight passes through the window what allows me to better distinguish the face of the man who sleeps on my belly is… Marco!

He smiles at me, with his angelic smile, and approaches me, to place a kiss on my forehead, then he gets up and goes to the bathroom, he was shirtless, which allowed me to look better at detailing his back well drawing, I wait for the shower water to run, an irresistible need to join him takes me, I hardly get up, the sound of his voice comes out of the bathroom, "need help ?", I did not answer but I could not hold my smile, I moved with a little difficulty, arrived, I lean back to the frame of the door, Marco was finishing shaving his beard, he turned his head with a surprised look on his face, but began to smile very quickly, "I was going to come to get you", he rinses his face and approaches, he puts his hand around my waist, I kiss his chest "come with me in the shower", he had a little laugh, he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me, I felt the steam of hot water and Marco’s lips coming closer, but unfortunately the music ended which brought me back to reality, shit! It was so realistic… Let’s hope I'm gonna dream about that! I turn the light back on, grab my book and start my reading, still a little out of it because of this "amazing" fake scenario.

9 am

My alarm clock rings, but my eyes refuse to open and my body to move, after a few seconds I finally decide to extend my arm to stop this unbearable ringing, I stretch myself painfully, then get up, before anything I will take a shower, What better way to wake up than a warm shower. Once I get up, dress up, make up and do my hair, I go to my bag, check my things, and pick up my phone, 10 am, it’s time to go, I grab the key to the room, and out, it’s grey but no rain in sight, I’m waiting for the cab that’s supposed to drive me to the comic con… Damn it! As soon as I got out of the hotel, I realized that I had obviously forgotten the gifts, I hurried up, before my taxi arrived Only 30 minutes to go before arriving, I’m overexcited, my right leg gives small strokes on the ground, and I stress.

Here I am inside, Just in time as the rain begins to fall outside, there is no way that there are people, the comic was suitable to open some minute ago, and already queues started to form I walk between the stands, I have to control the desire to buy everything, I remember that I have no more money, I put everything in this weekend (well almost everything, I still have to pay my rent),    I walk between the stands, and admire the various exhibitions.

A voice announcement that different actors have arrived at their signing booths, and that they will soon be ready, people have started to run like crazy, all in the same direction, I guess it must be around here

I’ve been waiting in line for 1 hour, and to be honest, I don’t know who I’m going to see Jordan maybe? I got in through the crowd, and I couldn’t see where I was going but well it doesn’t matter, but in any case, Alex didn’t notice me as by miracle in the crowd, as I had imagined. After a few minutes and some fangirl fainting, I finally get to see the actor, and it was Alex, the more time passes the more I can’t wait Waiting for my turn, I look at the booth next door, it was Marco he was on break for a few minutes, I am super-happy to see Alex and to be able to talk to him, I had hoped to see and talk to Marco. I had planned to see all the actors of the Vikings present but seeing the world I think it would be impossible for this morning, but it is not a great loss, this afternoon it is the photos, 

37 minutes and 32 seconds later only two people left and it’s my turn hi ; Alex makes me a gesture to move forward Are you okay ? ; He looks at me waiting for an answer I blink quickly and mouse embarrassed Yeah, sorry, I’m fine ; Don’t worry, you’re not the first one that happens ; I imagine ; so what do I sign ? ; I give him a miniature posture of a Vikings season 6 poster You can sign this, please ; of course ; he takes the poster and sits at his table

A hand is placed on his shoulder of Alex who jumps into contact with this gesture, we lift our head at the same time toward the owner of the hand,          My brain freezes, my blood freezes and my cheeks get even redder you made me miss my signature ; idiot, it's always missed your signature ; Marco, did you finish your pose ? ; Yeah ; he looked up at me and smiled Sorry ; w wh why ? ; my voice trembles, I want to slap myself, pick up, he’ll find you strange for the signature ; oh it doesn’t matter, it’s not a big deal ; I feel like my head is going to explode Come to my booth, I’ll give you a better signature than this idiot ;

Alex raised his head and slightly pushed Marco making him laugh, he saluted him and went back to sit down, and gave me a last look before welcoming the fans I think I can die in peace, Marco invited me to his booth… it doesn’t mean anything but in my head, I’m going to get married and have two kids with him, take it back, damn it

for you ; Alex hands me my poster Thanks, uh, I’ve, uh; I’m frantically rummaging through my tote bag a gift? ;

yes ; I give him a stuffed bear dressed up as Ivar the boneless he thanks me in his arms, and it’s already time to leave, I have to leave the place, I turn my head to Marco who looks at me and beckons me to come 

don’t worry Marco she’s coming, she’s not going to fly away ; shout Alex in an ironic tone a heat runs through my body, I smile, and I feel my cheeks warm come ; Marco’s voice echoes in my head as I head towards him, his eyes are on me, and even if his smile is meant to reassure me, I can’t help trembling slightly hi ; I was in front of him… he was standing, I had to raise my head to see his face

I don’t want to disturb, I can keep waiting in line ; I look at the people behind me who are watching us attentively don’t worry, you won’t have time to get back in line, there are too many people ; he holds out his hand FIRST reflex, I put my hand in his….

It took a few seconds for me to realize what I’m doing, so… we’re holding hands, but why did I do that!? , he reached out to me to give him my poster, not that I give him my hand! He had a cute little laugh, which brought me back to reality I’m so sorry ; I take my hand off right away, I don’t even dare look at it, but why did I do that!?

this is the first time that some do this to me; he laughs and I do the same I give him the poster, he takes it and with his other hand he grabs mine, and goes towards his table makes me stop next to the chair, and he sits down gently letting go of my hand, of course, I'm still red

well well well ; he takes his black mark and starts signing I prefer Alex’s ; I was leaning over her shoulder

what ? ; he lifts his head to look at me Alex’s signature is better; I smile sarcastically, and he smiles back

You have no right; he belittles the head to look at his signature

why ?; slightly destabilize because you have no right to choose Alex over me ; he raises his head, hands me my poster and makes me smile mischievously

is that clear ? ; I laugh a little nervous Yes, sir; I take my poster he gets up and looks at me smiling thank you for signing; I said goodbye with my hand and moved towards the exit

where are you going? I turn to see Marco’s face a little confused

where am I going? I’m as confused as he is Yeah, where are you going? I don’t even know what your name is? ; 

oh, uh y/n, enchanting ; why did I say that’s, stupid                                              Marco, nice to meet you ; he shakes my hand

Now that we know each other, I go or…;

you’re leaving? ; a disappointed look appears on his face

I think so, you have to sign more posters ; I smile at his puppy face Alex has the right to a surprise, a hugh and I don’t ? ; He made a dramatic gesture with his hand

oh, yes, no well yes I have something for you too, I have something, of course ; he began to laugh softly

I can’t find the gift I made for Marco I whisper to myself where you put it, where you put the little present for my Marco his laughter grew louder, which made me realize that I spoke a little too loudly

I’m sorry I forget it in my hotel room ; I look at him with a sorry look

really ? ; he seemed to be disappointed Yeah, sorry… ;

Go say it, that you did it on purpose, that you prefer Alex ; no no, I uh I think you heard what I just said anyway ; I’m making a little smile to hide my gene heard

what ? ; he’s getting closer to me, with a stupid fake look on his face nothing, Marco, nothing ; I get a little closer to his face and give him a sarcastic smile

goood Marco, you work or you flirt ? ; Alex, she hates me so much that she didn’t even bring me a present ; my cheeks that were refreshed, go red again let them down,

I’m irresistible, she’s already under the spell, you can’t go after me ; please gentlemen; a security guard was getting closer to us                          yes sorry ;

oh uh yeah I’m going ; I’m heading out this time for good

see you later y/n ; he winked at me and went back to his autographs

What the hell just happened?! I barely realize, that the voice in the speaker, indicates that the photos with the actors will start in 45 min Already? But it’s a few hours? I’m taking my phone out, 2 pm, already!? I think I’ve heard so much! I have to find something to eat and especially a place to sit and recover from my emotions

I searched everywhere, I couldn’t find a free place, so I sat outside, next to a small rescue door The sky was always gray but the rain had stopped, I’m enjoying my meal looking into the void, I can not believe what happened... the scene goes back and forth in my head,                                                            I held his hand there... I began to laugh alone on the moment I was very embarrassed but start it was nice, as if all his hours dreamed was become reality

But let’s be realistic, in a few minutes I’m going to take a picture with him, then come back and never see him again (in real life), each of us is going to go back to our life, and he’s going to forget my name and forget my existence

Besides, I think he’s already forgotten me, and anyway, it’s okay, it’s life, who do I think I am, the main character? no, otherwise I would have kissed him and right now we’d be hand in hand planning our first couple trip The sound of rain comes out of me but thinking, SHIT, I’m going to be soaked, I throw the paper from my snack in the trash next to me and head for the little door

Fortunately, I am only a little wet and with the heat of the big room I will quickly dry I think it’s time to head to the photo booth, I’m slowly moving forward trying to dodge the world but obviously a crowd movement is leading me to oppose it from where I want to go

After a few nudges, I can get myself out of the herd of people who are heading somewhere I arrive, finally "I arrive" and place myself in the queue, it will be long, I feel the headache coming, between the noise and the heat I have the impression that I will faint, fortunately I bought a bottle of water (which cost me dearly, damn it)

After 2 hours of waiting it’s my turn soon, I’m impatient, I’m going to see Marco again !

I give my ticket to a lady who lets me pass in front of a blue background where Alex and Marco were talking, Marco noticed me coming over Alex’s shoulder and gave me a big smile, which made Alex turn around.

Hey, but I know you ?! ; he opens his arms to hold me in his arms, Marco puts his hand on Alex’s shoulder to stop the hug

my turn ; he steps forward and I do the same, red as a tomato

please ; the photographer seemed to want the day to end, a chance for him, the comic con ends soon

what you want to do ; ask Alex Um, I had an idea ;

tell us ; said Marco with a rather perverse smile, which made me laugh

You know the same, where there’s a guy and a girl walking down the street and, you know what, I’ll show you ; I pull out my phone, and they get closer  *shows the same*

oh yes, I know ; Marco raised his head to look at me

so, who does who? ; asks Alex

y/n and I hold hands ; he takes my hand abruptly, and sets himself up to do like the girl in blue, Alex laughs shaking his head and places himself in the same position as the woman in red

Okay, 3 2 1 ; the photographer looks at the photo and gives us a sign that he will take another one

The detention between me and Marco had gone up, although it’s a nice feeling, I think I’ll relax the atmosphere

Alex has a nice butt...; too bad can’t see his reaction, I hear him, choke slightly

the sound of the puddle makes me slightly jump or it is the pressure of Marco’s hand on mine that disturbed me

perfect, thanks ; the photographer goes to a big print and takes out the photos

thank you for coming ; said Alex hug me again

your finish uh ?!, you will suffocate her ; Marco made a false look full of reproach, we laugh slightly I take the pictures

thank you very much for your time, guys  ; 

Marco gently puts his hand behind my back If you don’t know where to go during the summer holidays, come to Denmark, you’ll see it’s super beautiful...; I don’t know why but I do the same thing I put my hand on his back, is this moment real? yeah, why not ; I smiled at her slightly but it’s time to go, so I walk away while saying goodbye

after some second walk in an empty corridor, I arrive in the main room, it is time to leave, where is the exit?

Y/N! ; I turn around to see who pronounces my name (although I certainly don’t get called because I don’t know anyone here)

It was Marco, he stood between the hallway, which I had just crossed, he smiled and waved to me to join him

Are you okay? ; What’s he doing here, he doesn’t have any more photos to take? yes very good is just, that euh ; he gets interrupted by the speakers

*Photo booth closes* *Dear visitors the comic con will soon close, take your time, but please start heading out, thank you*

oh you finished your day ; exactly, and I was wondering ; he stops talking and looks me right in the eye Yeah, Marco, what were you wondering? ; he laughs slightly, he must think himself stupid, but I find him cute to blush slightly, for once it’s not me

I wonder if, uh, how to say, would you be willing to lend me your phone number? ; he smiled embarrassed but a bit charming

oh my God! oh my God! oh my God! it’s not possible! , ok breathe and calm down but oh my God!!!

Lend? ; I try to stay calm .                                                                                      Um, yeah, so I’m giving you a coffee and uh ; I see he’s trying to be confident, but he’s stressed out I can’t believe it! It’s happening to me! a coffee? super! ; his face relaxes, he gives me a wide smile 

great! yeah ; he makes a small gesture of victory, which makes me laugh, how it’s possible to be so cute and so handsome (I think it’s criminal)

Um, will there be Alex? ; He raised an eyebrow no, no, not Alex ; he seemed a little upset by my remark, even though he was pretending not to

I have to catch up, obviously I wanted to be alone with him, but I prefer to ask so much the better ; I wink at him he began to laugh

sorry I ; don’t apologize for being jealous ; I’ll give him a slight pat on the arm jealous ? no, i’m not jealous ; he says laughing

are you sure? ; I tease him just because Alex got a gift and I didn’t ; we laugh there was a moment of silence, we looked at each other without saying anything

*Dear visitors the comic con will soon close, take your time, but please start heading out, thank you*

I think I have to go ; your number, first ; oh yes ; he hands me his phone, I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it! After registering my number in his phone, he offered to take me to the exit and to wait for my taxi together

Marco and I have been sitting on a wall talking for five minutes. I can’t believe, the conversation is going so well, it’s relaunching, after this tiring day that we both spent

He’s very nice in person, and he seems very attentive to what I’m saying, we get along, and we laugh, I find him very charming OK yes I find him handsome , and I have already imagined several times my life with him, but here this conversation, sweet and fun between two real humans is incredible and simple at the same time.

Unfortunately, a taxi is careful to quote us

I think it’s for you ; Marco gets up and holds out his hand, I grab it and lift me up

thank you ; he had a laugh

send me a message when you arrive, ok ? ; he opens the door 

thank you ; I sit in the back seat and greet the driver, the inside of the car was old brown leather, which made it look dark, there was a slight smell of cigarette and the radio passed an old German music air                                                      Marco closes the door, and I open the window

text me when you arrive ; he gets closer and bends over to see me better ok ; we looked at each other with a stupid smile on our faces, without saying anything, without doing anything, this moment is not awkward, it’s just pleasant the engine noise gets louder, I feel the car moving, Marco steps back a bit so as not to get his feet crushed he signs me goodbye and I do the same the car turns to the right and rushes into a street and Marco’s silhouette would disappear from my sight

On the way, I think back to our discussion, which was the most mundane but the most sweet and fun I’ve ever had, I think back to his smiles and his laughter and his eyes looking at me, to his body so close to mine, I dreamed of moments like thisthis, but this was real, and a thousand times better than my dreams

I walk into my room, the cold that reigns and worse than yesterday, I put my bag down, I rush on the heat and turn it on, I don’t remember turning it off on my side this morning, I sit on the bed, and take off my shoes and my jacket, I wish Marco was there to keep me warm, I had a little pevers smile looking at my pillows

7pm I’d been home an hour, and the only thing I could do was take a shower so here I am in hot water, humming songs and foaming soap on my body I let my mind wander, relax after this day filled with emotions

*knock knock*

Marco ? ; His name had escaped my lips, I don’t feel a bit stupid, it was obviously not him... what if?

I turn off the water, go out and wrap a servite around me, I look in the half-foggy mirror, I look pathetic, my hair wet, my skin reddened (by warm water) and my mascara which is not very well gone But whatever, I open the bathroom door and run to the front door.

Nobody, there was nobody, the hallway was empty, disappointed I lowered my head a little on the ground, a bag, a bag of food

but yes, that I am stupid, I was ordered to eat and I did not see the time passing, I laugh a little, find me stupid to have thought that Marco would be there

I go home with the bag of food still warm, and starve on the bed, and start eating

Marco... I’m stupid ; I start laughing all by myself Marco?! I forgot! I forgot to tell him I got here, damn it!

Where’s my phone, or I put it, it’s when you need it most that’s not there FIND, at the foot of the bed, what is it doing there?!

2 missed calls 3 messages

shit

in my life, I prefer to communicate by message, I find it simpler and less annoying, but I wasn’t thinking about it, and I call them It rings, why was I calling them?! a message would have sufficed, I hesitate to hang up but he picks up

Did you see the time? ; He looked ironic I have arrived ; I answer in the same tone as him I thought I’d have to come see if you had arrived well ; still ironic, but he could have been serious ah yeah ? ;                                                                                                        yeah ;

un silence s'instale, je ne sais pas quoi dire, j'aimerais le revoir mais quand ?, et est ce que lui veut me revoir?, oui il veut sinon il ne n'aurait pas demander mon numero de telephone, mais demain je pars, et lui il a la comic con,...

y/n ; yes? ; tomorrow, you ? ; No, I, uh, I wouldn’t be here ; oh too bad ; Yeah, I wish I could have seen you on stage ; I would have liked to see you in the crowd ; it would have been cool ; yeah ; yeah ; What time are you leaving? ; Wait ; I rush to my bag, and take out my ticket I have to be at the airport around 11 am ;

there was a silence and you start at what time tomorrow Marco? ; I have to be there at 2:00; we could meet! wait maybe he doesn’t want ok ok, good luck; thank you;

Go y/n ask for a coffee “date”, or just a short walk to change his mind I risk what? that he says no, that I become embarrassed and that the situation is embarrassing and that I ruin the little chance that I have Be brave, damn it!

tomorrow 10 am, in the bar you want, is that okay? ; There was a silence, shit he’s going to say no... Marco? ; perfect, 10 in front of your hotel, I go to take ; a stewardship joy does not invade (and a huge stress too) great ; I can’t help smiling foolishly I’ll take you to the airport ; oh uh thank you, that’s nice ;

the conversation ended with good-byes tomorrow,

a minute of silence for my soul who has just left my body I can’t believe I have a "date" with Marco Ilso!!!!

What am I gonna wear, I got nothing!!

Apr 23 9 : 30 am

in front of my mirror, I look at myself one last time to be sure that everything is fine, I do a simple hairstyle, a simple make-up, my outfit...I did with what I had, but at least with my 4 layers of clothes I wouldn’t get cold, even though I look like my woodcutter who drank way too many beers

*notification noise* I look at my phone

From Marco <3: I’m waiting for you downstairs

I grab my stuff, look one last time at the room to see if I forgot anything, everything is good I can leave

He stood in front of the reception, dressing well, styling well and beautifully beautiful, for a moment I considered running away, I’m ashamed, imagine a person like me with him, a fan, I’m just a fan... too late he saw me, he beckons me and gets closer

hi, y/n ; hi Marco ; Let me help you ; he put his hand on the handle of my little suitcase oh it’s okay I can do it ; I was a little embarrassed I know ; he took it and motioned me to follow him, outside a taxi waiting for us Once inside a banal conversation began, also side by side, shoulder to shoulder

oh, I was going to forget ; I’m going through my bag, under Marco’s watchful eyes

and there it is ; I give him a small cardboard box what is it ; he prices it carefully a gift ; I smile at him                                                                                                really, I’m entitled to a gift? ; he looks at me smiling Yeah, well, it’s not exactly for you ; what? ; he looked confused open ; I push his shoulder he opened, and began to laugh oh ; What ?! you don’t like it, he’s not gonna like it? ; no, it is perfect, Pablo will love it ; he turns to me with a big smile great ; our face was close, smiling and alaise but very close

he’ll smile, I do the same he gets a little closer to me, I do the same he puts his hand on my cheek, I put my hands on the back of his neck envy, electricity and butterflies paradise, quick and shy, but adorable we look at each other, smiling like children

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I won’t tell you what happened next, because it’s a secret A well-kept secret between me and Marco Is our date go well, probably Did we keep talking by message, maybe Did we meet again after, who knows

but what I can tell you is that the fake scenario imagined in this hotel room may have become reality and it’s much better in real life (with some real good sensation)

end

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hey

i known, the end is bad but i have no more inspiration, so, hey sorry

anyway, if you have some request or anythings else

Kiss Kiss

[underscorewriting]

the simple smell of books and coffee | Part 1

Modern!Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: Angst and fluff ^^

Summary: Books and a cute girl really do help an angry man feel better smh

Part 2 , Part 3

1057 Words

Every day had the same routine for him. Waking up. Pain. Eating breakfast. Pain. Going to work. Incredible Pain. Working. Nothing. Going home. Pain again. It just wouldn't stop. His pain turning into anger, his anger making people be scared of him. 

People being scared of him making him feel more pain. It felt like a fucked up pattern, he hated it. It made him sick. Ever since his mother died, he hadn't felt a single joy in his life. Even his brothers said that his anger grew ever since she left, but he knew and he couldn't find it in himself to care. Why should he change it? It's not like something magical will happen and heal his hurt, take away his pain. He's suffering and he feels like he deserves it. 

"What do you mean you can't get me that fucking book?!" His voice was loud, making the people outside of his office flinch. "Whatever I'll get it myself then! You're fired." He hung up, throwing his phone onto his desk, his eyes wandering to the window. At least it wasn't cold outside, so he wouldn't be in too much pain. With a sigh he got up, his face crunching up in pain. Clenching his eyes shut, he grabbed his crutch. Fuck this. 

His mind was aware of the people watching him, doing a very bad job at hiding their pity. It didn't help his anger to cool down. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he walked into the book shop. Music was playing quietly, the smell of books and coffee waving into his nose, making him inhale it unconsciously. A small smile was on his face as he looked around, this place made him feel very comfortable, no one paid attention to him.

Humming came from somewhere near him by the shelves next to him, as he looked up he saw a girl on a ladder, balancing the books in one hand and holding onto the ladder with the other, a smile bright on her face. Ivar rose an eyebrow, watching her carefully, she hadn't noticed him yet. He fake coughed quietly, the girl lost balance and the books fell down as she held on tightly onto the ladder. The books dropping right in front of the man. 

He bit his lip, trying not to laugh at how flustered the girl got crawling down the ladder. "I'm so so sorry, sir. I didn't see you and then the cough startled me, oh dear... They almost hit you." Her cheeks were burning as she picked up the books, not looking up at him until she made sure each book was still okay. As she looked up to him, she gave him a shy apologetic smile. 

"I was searching for a book." Ivar couldn't hide his smirk, watching her carefully as she nervously stepped from one foot to the other. "Well, then you're lucky. Because this is a book shop." Her smile dropped, realizing how stupid this probably just sounded. "Oh my gods..." She placed a hand on her forehead. "I promise it sounded better in my head!" Again she smiled up to him apologetic. 

He chuckled softly. "It's fine. So as I was saying I'm searching for this book, it's about ships and building them, it's something for engineers." Biting her lip the girl looked around, thinking about where it could be. Ivar took the time to study her features, before she nodded, smiling brightly at him. "We definitely got it." As she lead him to the shelf, where the book is, Ivar noticed how she said 'gods' instead of 'god'. 

"I've noticed you saying 'gods'..." He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh..." She chuckled softly. "Might be weird, I know. I believe in the Norse gods, I don't think many people do nowadays." She held up a book that fell earlier. It was about the Norse mythology. "I believe in them to. Well my whole family believes in them." Her face lit up at Ivars words, stopping to look at him. "Really?" She sounded excited and Ivar smiled slightly. "Yes, my father would always say that we're the offspring of Odin, the allfather." 

The girl looked up to him admiringly. "Well it must be nice to have a family that shared your believes." She turned away, continuing to walk. "Mine said either them or my believes, but my believes helped me through much more than my family, so my choice was pretty clear." Ivar felt the mood shift into a slight sad one. He felt an impulse to make her feel better somehow. It confused him. 

"Here's the book you've searched for. I'll leave you alone to think about taking it." She gave him a small smile, handing him the book before leaving to the front of the shop again. As he stood there alone, he realized how he felt no pain while talking to her, how he didn't feel this suffocating sadness as she was near. Maybe the gods made him go here to meet her. 

He walked to the counter where she stood. "I wanted to ask you, if you wanted to go to dinner with my brothers and me, or just me, you should be able to know what it's like to be with people who share your believes." Ivars hand wandered up to his neck, scratching it nervously. "Oh," He could see her smile form again and felt like he just achieved the biggest victory any human is possible to. "I would love to!" Ivar smiled slightly and nodded. "Friday at 8 pm? No brothers though, you gotta survive with just me." The girl bit her lip, trying not to grin like an idiot, while nodding. 

"Sounds good, again sorry for almost letting the books fall onto you, or the very bad excuse of small talk..." She blushed slightly, remembering how stupid she sounded. "Hey no worries. I gotta be honest, it was pretty cute." Ivar smirked down at her while handing her the money for the book, making her cheeks heat up even more than she thought was possible. "My uncle will be very happy about the book, thank you."

As he left he couldn't wipe that stupid smile off of his face, just like she couldn't erase his incredibly blue eyes that held so many emotions. 

[chiripepe]

I got the OMAR shelf from IKEA for the kitchen cuz we don’t have a pantry and very limited storage in there and I’m obsessed with this thing.

I wanted the IVAR modular shelves instead but Aries king was like this would look better and it was cheaper too and he was right 🤩🤩🤩

I got the regular one and also the one with the basket shelves and simply combined them for our needs and I’m just… love it.

[popcorn1989]

Pairing: Hvitserk x Ivar

Words: 1277 (God I can't keep to 300 - 1000 words - Sorry)

Warning: Nothing, Oh maybe Beer!

Notes: Here is another little story from @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie Hot Summer fic Challenge. Cherrypie was so kind and allowed me to take another prompt. Many thanks for that! I chose the prompt Beer, because I can continue the first prompt. (First Story) But it can also be read individually. If you feel like it, have a look HERE, there are still many prompts open.

Ivar sat down at the table in Hvitserk's room, but he had opened the door to the small garden beforehand, but instead of fresh air, stuffy warm air met him.

"We can also go out and lie down on the grass," said Hvitserk, who had just come into the room and was now standing in front of the open door, looking out, two large jugs of beer in his hand.

"Please what? You want to go out there voluntarily? Didn't you already get enough sun today, after all we were fishing, pointless fishing, I should say."

Hvitserk turned to him and began to grin broadly as he looked at him, "What?" asked Ivar in wonder. "Oh nothing, nothing" Hvisterk spoke and placed the jugs on the table, he squinted once more at Ivar and laughed.

"What?" said Ivar now in a harsh tone, he hated it when his brother did that. "Nothing, nothing" came from him again, and he turned to get two mugs from the shelf, but he was still grinning broadly when he reached him again and put the mugs on the table.

"What, in the name of Odin, what's so funny?" Ivar grabbed one of the jugs, who was near him and looked inside, "What, no Ice?" he looked up.

"Ice? Where the hell am I supposed to get that? The beer was stored in a cool place, we don't get better than that" he sat down in front of Ivar and grinned before pouring himself some beer and drinking it.

Ivar poured the yellow liquid into his cup, but all the time he looked at his brother, who kept looking at him and grinning cheekily, but looked away, that he calmed down.

"Okay," Ivar now said angrily and slammed the jug down on the table, slightly Hiversek startling. "What's so funny? You're like those people in Kattegat who looked at me all the way here as if they were seeing me for the first time."

Hvitserk laughed, "I can't take you seriously like that, no matter what you say".

"THEN TELL ME WHAT IT IS" shouted Ivar.

Hvitserk shrugged his shoulders and drank his beer. "Just thought for a moment about the mermaid you so expectantly wanted to catch" he grinned and Ivar had the feeling he was laughing because of something else.

"I didn't want to catch her! I thought she was hooked!" Ivar picked up his mug and sat back and drank "God, that feels good" he put his head back for a moment "But now honestly Hvisterk, what is it?"

"It's just…." he started to laugh as his eyes fell on him again "… the weather, people are going crazy about the weather, you didn't usually worry about others" he completed the sentence, drinking his cup empty in one gulp and refilling it immediately.

"Huh" came it quietly from Ivar, he took the cup in both hands and watched Hvitserk carefully. But he did not look at him.

"Shall we go out and enjoy the sun, we can take our beer with us?" he said and pointed to the door, but he avoided looking at Ivar.

Ivar tilted his head, "So that the beer and the sun completely burn our minds? It was your idea to go home and have a cold beer".

"Yaha," Hvitserk said, and he bit his lower lip, looked briefly at Ivar and a distorted grin came across his face.

Ivar was just taking his second sip and Hvitserk was on his second mug, he was always amazed at how much Hvitserk could take. But on his second sip, he felt something strange about the beer.

"Hvitserk?" - "Huh?" came from his brother, who turned to him, he wasn't laughing, but he had this cheeky look on his face that he couldn't get rid of.

"What's in the beer? There's a funny aftertaste."

"Huh?" came from his brother again and he was now grinning broadly "I don't know what you mean" - "What did you put in it?" asked Ivar who reached for the jug and smelled it. But he couldn't figure out what it was that confused him so much.

"Okay, okay, I put apple juice in the beer," his brother admitted.

"You .... what? Why?" asked Ivar, but in a calm and loving tone, even though he was about to jump down Hvitserk's throat.

"It was colder than the beer…. And the beer was so strong"

"And…" Ivar put the mug on the table and leaned forward, "…did you do the same to your Beer?"

"OF COURSE NOT!" shouted Hvitserk, and he stood up, "That would be too bad for the beer! But I thought you'd like it……" he looked at Ivar and slowly reached for his jug and pulled it away from Ivar

"…don't you like it?" he asked lovingly, but the cheeky grin never left his face the whole time.

Ivar didn't know what to say, he had apple beer or beer apple or is it apple juice beer or beer apple juice. Whatever, he pushed the jug and the cup away from him and looked angrily at his brother.

"Is that why you're laughing all the time?" he asked instead

"Um… N… Yes" Hvitserk said and started laughing, he even doubled over, annoyed with his brother, Ivar got up and went to the door. He had enough of Hvitserk today.

"Do you want to go out? I mean… Are you going?" his brother asked in laughter, putting his hands on his Belly.

"Yes I'm going" Ivar said between clenched teeth, "You're…." he stifled a nasty word and opened the door. Ubba stood in front of him, probably attracted by Hvitserk's laughter.

He looked at Ivar for a long time, took a few steps into the room, but not without taking his eyes off him.

"Ehm…" spoke Ubba, looking at Hvitserk who was leaning on the table, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Ubba with curiosity.

"What? I'm getting really tired of it" Ivar spoke and briefly raised a hand and slammed it on his hip.

Ubba looked from Him back to Hvitserk, then a grin appeared on his face as he looked at Ivar again. "Ehm… nice straw hat" he spoke and Hvitserk started laughing loudly.

Ivar reached for the hat, so that's why everyone was staring at him, that's why his brother was laughing all the time? Damn it, he thought, and squeezed the straw hat in his fist. "YOU…" he shouted.

But he was interrupted by Hvitserk, who wiped the tears from his face, "Do you think I put this on, it looks stupid, Hvitserk.......Ubba…." he laughed again

".... but He runs all over Kattegat with that straw hat on. You should have seen the faces from the people"

But both brothers became very quiet when they saw Ivar's hateful face. He threw the straw hat on the ground.

"Oh come on Ivar, it looked good on you" Ubba said and looked again at Hvitserk, who nodded and tried not to laugh.

"You both are the worst brothers, one can have" spoke Ivar a bit offended, but he closed the door when Ubba put an arm around his shoulders.

"We love you no matter what you wear" he spoke and quickly looked away. Ivar looked at Hvitserk who was taking his Jug.

"I share with my dearest brothers" he said, biting his lower lip.

"I take beer-apple juice. This is not so bad" said Ivar.

Hvitserk, who was about to pour Ubba a Cup, looked at him in confusion. And believe it or not, in the evening he also drank the mixed beer. And nobody talked about that fucking straw hat anymore!

[witchoil]

getting to know others meme

aaah i love this, one of the memes of old! tagged by @augustmourn and @samwinchesterphantompregnancy

last song: Brutus by The Buttress :-) hehe...ivar song

currently watching: heinous and evil of me, but i’m trying to power through and finish GoT. i started watching it way back when it was first airing (torrenting on my college wifi like a little fool) and dropped off in s5. picked it back up as tv i could lowkey ignore while knitting and now i’m determined. s7 is...bleak.

currently reading: oh god i’m always flitting between like four books. my headboard shelf has 10 on it but i’m mostly actively working on Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson and let me say. insane. Y.T. my beloved <3 i also need to start Camp Damascus!

current obsession: fucking finishing the longfic @coyotefather and @deanwinchesterpregnant started Literally Five Years Ago holy shit. we finally picked it back up again and are determined to see it through. 400 subscribers, hold onto your pants. after that i’ll probably get back into vikings and start chewing like there’s no tomorrow. i owe it to myself to write some of those ivar fics

tagging: @overheaven, @friendamedes, @4th-make-quail, @emboites, and @soltiana but obviously no pressure! also anyone else that wants to can consider themselves tagged and tag me in their responses! :)))

[dapurinthos]

okay i understand why people own grommet presses now. the little hardwood thing i got with the die-cut is just ‘lol gonna break even though i’m meant for this’, the cutting mat just did not want to behave, the extra ikea ivar shelf is too soft, so i ended up just hammering the holes in my fabric straight out onto the cardboard measuring/cutting board. it’s fine, it’s just irritating and i am collecting a small section of holes on the board that go halfway through it but it’s not getting to the table, which is the point of the whole thing. i’m going to give my awl another try but so far it looks like it just rips through the coutil, which i understand, as it seems too tightly woven to get through the fibres (i’m having trouble even just sticking pins in it).

do i actually know where my packet of grommets is? no. do i have one? yes. i know i do, it’s just somewhere where i can’t see it and not in the drawers i thought it would be in.

this is why i like stays/corsetry up UNTIL industrial machinery. hand-done eyelets are so much more satisfying.

[ikeahackers]

The Iconic String Shelf inspired this IVAR Cabinet Hack

[hoghtastic]

I find it odd that he was super close with Marco while filming, they lived together for few years while filming yet he didn't interact much with him at the Paris con it seems. I get that they may have drifted apart since living back home and after COVID but you would think they would still have some sort of bond or friendship due to their past living together and filming together, they would have been filming together for hours esp that last season as Ivar & Hvitserk were together for much of it. The fact there is no post from either of them in any way shape or form is kinda weird. The Alicia & Georgia drama I know nothing of, I didn't realise he may have had a thing with both as I always thought he seemed to have a thing with Kathryn at some point? I do think Georgia used her privilege of being the boss' daughter to her advantage - she had great storylines for a side part/wife of a lesser known main characters like borg/wife of characters who died/a woman who didnt start of as a shield maiden to suddenly being one of the main shield maidens who seemed to survive really big fights/wars. She was married to really high up and respected men/vikings but when they were killed she was moved on to another relationship with another big male character and ended up with 2 of Ragnar's sons and ended up with 1 of the only ones to survive the end and make a new life. All other women who lost their husbands on the show ended up even further in the background or left the show all together. It's like her character was put above all other females in the show except for the main one - Kathryn/Lagetha. She became Lagetha's main support/best friend. I do wonder if she was jealous of the other women in the show who were just as pretty as her and had big storylines and were big characters.

I believe he (Alex) is talking bullsh*t about his privacy and how he loves it blah blah blah... Someone who loves to have their privacy from fans does not film a podcast from their own flat. You would hire a venue, another place/flat/studio, film from a garage or make a room specifically for filming the podcast from. You would not use your main living area etc to film as now all the fans know what his living area looks like, his balcony, the view from his balcony, the lift in his block of flats, The books on his shelfs, etc. That is NOT maintaining privacy. Marco Ilso is the definition of maintaining privacy and keeping personal life private in the way Alex so constantly speak of doing so.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, anon. 😊 Personally, I agree with most of what you wrote, except Alex & Katheryn seemingly having a thing at some point, as I believe it was mostly Alex "fanboying" over her, but nothing more than that. Regardless, the rest of your observations are spot on.

[invermere-real-estate-teamrice]

The Iconic String Shelf inspired this IVAR Cabinet Hack

http://dlvr.it/SyWrD6

[enchantingcupcakecollectionfan]

When you are in your local WHSmith (newsagents) and see this handsome face on a shelf, you wish you could stay there all day either reading the magazine or looking at the photo. 

@zombiexbody @absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers @ivars-heathen @keethus-arts

[saleinthecity]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Wal & Pai x JCREW Size 9.5 (EU 40) Ivar Sandals in Nude Nappa Leather.

[felacidohon]

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I have been mildly miserable with my sewing room setup for the whole 3 years I have lived here, just because it seemed better to live with being only mildly miserable than suffer the unbearable misery of trying to rearrange the truly horrifying amount of textile craft supplies I have accumulated over the last three decades. But a couple of weeks ago something in my brain snapped; I spent a week devoted to looking in second-hand furniture shops and doing complicated comparisons on the IKEA and Bunnings websites, and then on Tuesday before I had figured it out but more importantly also before I had decided it was all too hard I started going through all the tubs that were in the way of where I want all my pretty shelving to go, and moving them all out of the way for the still-hypothetical shelving, because otherwise the inspiration to fix things will have passed and I will go back to just being unhappy with, but resigned to, my mess.

And now my whole apartment is chaos, and I am miserable, unbearably, and without even the option of doing some sewing to make me feel better about it, because I moved the sewing table out of the way to take out all the stuff behind it. But hopefully, soon, half of the mild misery will be fixed, and I will be able to stop just having piles of fabric on the floor and inaccessible in tubs, and instead have another wall of pretty shelving for it all, and things will be a bit easier.

(And then I need to wait for my brain to snap about the other wall.)