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Can you do Rachel Roth x Reader?

I'd love too! Anything in particular you'd like?

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You know I think an underrated theme in SOC is that, the adults have ruined the future of the next generation. They have created an inhumane environment that serves only them. They've crushed and wrung out the lives of the weaker and the new, keeping them desperate, subjugated, exploited, and dead. Pekka Rollins, Tante Heleen, Jan Van Eck, Jarl Brum, these are our villains.

But Six of Crows also says that these circumstances have manufactured a much darker and tougher individual than these people can imagine. While the older generation are content to rest on their laurels and their ill gotten easy lives, their juniors are sharpening their pain into cruel and effective tools, with a drive that someone on top simply cannot understand.

Idk, I think it's an interesting and empowering (if not subversively harsh) message for its core audience as a YA novel.

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fictional men who have the “it’s okay to murder people but it’s never okay to disrespect women” energy>>>>>>>>

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brick by brick (crow by crow)

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Kaz Brekker, bastard of the Barrell, Dirtyhands being described in everyone else’s chapters

Kaz Brekker, during his own chapters internally simping over Inej Ghafa

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girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever

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thinking about how, as a child, kaz’s favorite trick seemed to be watching something disappear, and then he grew up and fell in love with a girl who could vanish into thin air, and how we’re told that when he looks at inej, he feels like a boy again and believes that there’s still magic in the world. imagine loving magic all your life, and then discovering that magic loved you too.

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Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.

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Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.

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Children of Ash and Willow | Chapter Two: Into the Woods

A/N: Hello, Star here! I’ve been working incredibly hard to bring you the “Children of Ash and Willow” series. The first few chapters will be about events before and during season one in which Sanna was involved in. 

Pairing: no pairings, just another chapter with come backstory. 

Summary: 

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, swords, children. bad grammar. Also if the beginning looks familiar it is because it’s the beginning part to my ‘Little Warrior” Blurb. 

Word Count: 868

          The air around her was damp and cold. The wet grass tickled her bare feet as she ran about. Her wooded sword in hand. Grabbing her shield from the ground. Twirling around, her blonde locks falling out of her braid.   "Shield wall!" She shouted, bringing her shield up. Returning to the same stance she had been repeating for hours. The stance she had seen her father and countless other men from their settlement stand in. Preparing for battle. She dropped her shield again. The weight of it being too heavy for her to carry for even one more minute. A smile crossed the young girl's freckled-face hearing her mother's words.           "You know Sanna, you will be a great warrior one day." Her mother laughed as the toddler in her arms wiggled and reached for her older sister. Sanna giggled and stepped closer, taking the small child into her arms.   "I am ready mother." Her soft features hardened. The young girl that stood in front of her mother presenting herself as a fierce storm. But only for a brief moment. The softness returned as the toddler placed her small chubby hands on either side of Sanna's face.           "It seems that Noora agrees." Her mother stated, running her hand along the toddler's cheek.           "Well, of course, she does," Sanna said looking up at her mother. "Noora knows that I'll always protect her. For wherever she goes. I will surely follow. You see," Sanna declared, smiling up at her mother.           "I see, my little warrior. I see." Her mother placed a loving hand on her child's shoulder. ————————————————————————————           That was the last thing her mother, Nesta had said to the young child. Merely ten years old and already a victim of death. A sickness had taken her, leaving Sanna and her siblings far too soon. Sanna was always reminded of her mother. Where ever the little girl went. The whistle of a breeze, the crackle of a fire. She knew her mother was always near, watching over her. And a smile would spread across the young girl's face.           Even now as rain fell, she thought of her mother. There was so much rain, it felt as if the gods were angry. A stroke of lightning lit up the sky, Sanna stood watching with wonder in her eyes. Her lips grew into a wicked grin. She glanced at her father with a look in her eyes he had seen countless times. A dangerous look for a girl so young. And before he could say anything she was out the door. Her laughter mimicked the echo of thunder. Her happiness almost outshined the bright flash of lighting. She splashed barefoot into the puddles, she twirled until she began to feel dizzy. She then simply stopped, and spread her arms out. Looked up to the sky and stood, perfectly still, allowing the rain to make its way through her bones and into her soul. Sanna was a wild child. She was a storm to be reckoned with. The gods knew. But the world. The world would never be able to accept it.           The wonder never left her eyes, often getting her into trouble. Curiosity always got the best of her. As a child, she would take her wooden sword and shield into the forest that separated her father's land and Earl Ragnar's. She would play with the other children. She got along with one child in particular Thyra Ragnarsdottir. She remembers when she first met the Saxon children, Brida and Uhtred. She remembers how scared Brida was. And how it didn't take long for her to overcome her fears. Uhtred became like a brother to Sanna. The annoying Saxon boy became very protective of her and her sister. After her mother died Sanna spent almost every moment she could with Thyra and her family. Eventually bringing her younger sister Noora along. She would help Noora onto her horse and ride the frequently traveled path to their kingdom in the woods. As the children played, Sanna being the eldest girl would often be the lady of the house. She would help the other girls by instructing them to weave, making the men's sails for the ships. She would pretend to be at war with the other children and they would all use their wooden swords and shields and fight on their make-believe battlefield. The bright-colored paint on their shields was a beautiful contrast against the dark brown mud and the dying leaves. Braiding the younger girls' hair, adding flowers,  feathers, and twigs. Painting the boy's faces so they mimicked the war paint of vicious warriors. Listing to Uhtred as he talked about the sceadugengan, laughing when Noora got frightened. Her fondest memories are of when she was a child.           In the years that followed, as the children grew into adults, the once-traveled path became overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. The once boys now men went off to rade and ravage and the once little girls were now shieldmaidens, mothers, and betrothed. Sanna mourned the children she and the others once were. Not ready for the reality that came with being a woman. The duties of a wife and a mother. Duties that Sanna did not want. But knew when the time came, she would have to embrace it.

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Shadow queen by @ivarthebadbitch

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so for the titan fic/blurbs I’m trying to write I think I want to make it kinda a grumpy x grumpy. her love interest is hank and he’s kinda got this whole grumpy tough guy I don’t need no one type of thing. my oc kinda has it similar. but she’s got a soft spot for kids, she’s been through a lot you know being trained as an assassin your whole life can do that to someone. there is gonna be a lot of miscommunication or none at all. it’s gonna be a slow burn, will they won’t they type of thing. what do you think? 

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Rando Titan Headcanons |

Notes: Since it’s almost Christmas I wanted to write some festive little headcanons I can’t stop thinking about. 

Picking Out the Tree and Decorating it: 

you would insist on putting up the christmas tree the day after thanksgiving. 

you’d beg them all to come with you. 

you wanting to pick it out as a family. 

rachel, gar, connor, and dawn would be done to sweet talking needed. 

but in order to get the others to join it takes some convincing. 

kory would love the idea. she’s never had a christmas on earth before. 

once arriving to the christmas farm, you told everyone to split up and look for the best tree. 

of course no one could agree on a tree so you where the deciding factor. 

back at the headquarters, you made the gang lug the boxes of christmas decorations you’ve collected over the years out of your room. 

you start your playlist and smile, humming to have yourself a merry little christmas. 

gar and rachel beginning to dance. dick looks at a very suprised kory and the two join. 

the room fills with laughter, as hank grabs you throwing you over his shoulder as he starts to sway to the music. 

once the tree is decorated, the lights plugged in. 

you step back. taking a good look at the masterpiece in front of you. 

you let out a sigh of content and try to stop the tears that threat to escape. 

you haven’t had a proper christmas in years and this seemed to make you more emotional then you thought

Ice Skating: 

much to your surprise it wasn’t you who convinced everyone to got ice skating. 

rachel had talked gar into it and he forced everyone else to tag along. 

while everyone was skating you realized that hank wasn’t doing so good. 

the giant himbo was a little clumsy and he couldn’t keep himself up straight. 

which resulted in him needing help. which almost caused you to fall right with him he held on to you for support. 

you would be thrown into a fit of laughter watching him. 

Cooking Christmas Dinner: 

I can only imagine what it would be like to cook christmas dinner.

you’d be busting your ass half with rachel, gar, dawn and connor.

hank and dick would be sitting at the table, watching as you guys work.

beer in hands.

hank would steal things off and on as you prepare it.

you’d swat is hand away every few minutes.

it would drive you insane but you would still laugh and have a smile on your face.

jason would come down stairs while your finishing up.

he’d make some snarky comment about how we aren’t a real family so why are we pretending.

when in reality he’s actually loving it.

seeing how happy everyone, is enough to convince him.

but of course he’s going to fuss about it the entire time.

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Children Of Ash and Willow | Chapter One: Arriving Home

A/N: Hello, Star here! I’ve been working incredibly hard trying to bring you the “Children of Ash and Willow” series. The first few chapters will be about events before and during season one in which my OC! Sanna was involved in.Season one will move rather quickly since Sanna’s love interest is everyone’s favorite Irishman, and he was introduced until season two. But anyway sorry it took so long and can’t wait for you all to read it! As always please let me know what you guys think and my requests are always open. 

Pairing: No pairings for this chapter. It’s just a little bit of some background events. 

Characters: Sanna Arykndottir, Noora  Arykndottir, Nesta, Arykn Aryknson, younger  Arykn Aryknson, Earl Ragnar Ragnarson. 

Summary: This chapter will be about Sanna’s point of view as her family left Denmark and arrived in England. Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 713

Warnings: death of children mention, children, the ocean, bad grammar. I also haven’t proof read it. 

          The hardship of traveling will always be burned into Sanna's memory. For she knows of it too well. Traveling from Denmark to England was a devastating voyage. For ten days the ship was cramped. Filled to the brim with women holding their children close to them as if the ocean waves were threatening to carry them all away. Sanna was certain at times that the waves would indeed take them. And in a way they did. Not every child that boarded the ship arrived at what her father referred to as the promised land. Sanna could still picture the mothers weeping as they placed their children's lifeless bodies in the current. Laying them to rest in the sea of sorrows. Every time a child died Sanna prayed to the gods it would not be her sister that would be taken next. She held Noora's hand tightly. Telling the gods that if they did, they would pay. She believes even now that the gods favored her family. That her mother, a seer was blessed, so was her mother before her, and so on. That one day either her or Noora would be blessed as well.           She had wished her father, Arkyn, "The Wise" Arkynson, and her older brother had traveled with them. Despite knowing that they had to travel with Earl Ragnar and the others to ensure a home for themselves. She was promised, a field of wildflowers for her to run in. The tallest, strongest trees for her to climb. And the bluest, prettiest water for her to swim and bath in. She was promised the sun and the moon. But most importantly the stars. Her father would promise her many things. Never breaking them on purpose. For a promise is a solemn thing. And as a child, Sanna believed that in such a way she could not think of anything worst than for someone to break a promise. Upon arriving in England. Sanna was overwhelmed with wonderous new surroundings. The hills, the forests, what a glorious victory. Sanna saw many unfamiliar faces. She assumed that they came from other parts of Denmark. But she soon learned that they were Saxons from nearby villages. Her father was different than most Danes. He didn't go around killing and burning down villages. Instead, he used intimidation as a weapon. Demanding Saxon villagers to teach them how to grow their crops, and how to take care of their lands.           Sanna began helping with gardening and feeding the animals. She enjoyed the mundane things but what truly called to her was the wild. Sword and shield in hand were all the young girl needed. Perhaps her love for swordsmanship was her father's fault. He after all was a blacksmith. And served Earl Ragnar. Being his closest friend. He made all of Earl Ragnar's swords and armor. As well as horseshoes. She would watch from a safe distance as her father crafted the once-dull metal into a beautiful masterpiece. She a smile would creep upon the young girl's face as her father would lift the metal from the forge. The bright firey color gleamed, casting a reflection in her eyes. Her mother knew then, that she was destined for a life filled with the sound of clashing swords and bloodshed. A Saxon mother would weep for their daughter. But a Dane mother, no. For Nesta was drowning in pride. For her daughter would be a warrior. And there was no better life for a Dane.           Arkyn had been foraging for many years, meeting Earl Ragnar when he was a boy, he took over blacksmithing for the Ragnarsons after his father. Learning since a little boy, and now that his son, Young Arkyn was a teenager he was already years into his apprenticeship. Arkyn was proud of all his children. But there was something about his middle child. The way her untamed hair would fall into her face, the way her tiny hands would grip so tightly around her wooded sword. The way she was already fearless and waiting for her adventure to begin, for her time on the battlefield. It was a shame that her time would start far too early. Earlier than anyone expected. Besides Nesta of course. For she saw it far before anyone else.

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little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

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brida & uhtred / the last kingdom 3x10