In your 20s, you'll feel like you're losing the race. It's important to understand that there is no race.
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In your 20s, you'll feel like you're losing the race. It's important to understand that there is no race.
Hey love:) I hope you had a wonderful start in the week. I just wanted to ask if you still are up for writing imagines and if yes, would you ever write for two fandoms together?
Heyy, yes I am still writing (I suppose) and yes, I would write for two fandoms together (I would try, I have never done it before...)
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Trigger warning: Suicide
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My friend is contemplating suicide and we’ve agreed that for every note this gets, she lives another day.
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I don’t know what I’d do without her
“For our family” Hvitserk x reader Vikings Imagine
A/N: Hey guys, guess what, I am still alive and back at it.So I thought about discarding this idea multiple times but well then I thought fuck it I am just gonna post it. This post was corrected by the lovely Maggie from @barnesthenoble please go check out her blog. Please make sure to tell me what you think. Hope you are all doing well. Love Camren
Description: Y/N is concerned for Hvitserk and their family's future, which makes her suffer from nightmares. One night she decides to tell Hvitserk of her struggle and wishes of leaving Kattegat.
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I was undressing for the night, standing naked in front of the fire when the door to the dim lit room flew open. A low growl and the sound of Hvitserk knocking over a chair standing by the door followed.
He was enraged. It was plain, he had been humiliated by Ivar once again.
I flinched when I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt. I had faced his temper. He made me beg for more, crying out how much I loved it.
He wanted Ivar to listen and remind him of what he had over him.
Hours later in the dead of the night, the fire slowly dying down, my head was lying on his chest.
It took me some courage to finally let the words leave my mouth, but I had to tell Hvitserk what had been on my mind for days and stole my sleep at night. "Hvitserk..." I breathed into the dark. My voice not above a whimper, but still loud enough to pull him from his thoughts.
"Yes? " he answered with that voice of his that never failed to remind me of our childhood.
"I have been thinking." I started and then decided to just blurt it out when I felt my eyes filling up with tears. "Let's go away." I finished my concerns.
I lifted my gaze, which had lingered on the darkness that filled our room, to his face. "There is no future here, Hvitserk. It is only a matter of time, everything will come to an end." I knew it was a difficult subject and I had to be careful not to anger him.
My voice was more firm when I continued. "You know it and the gods know it" It was important. So much was at stake. I searched for his eyes and pressed my body closer to his. he loved having me at his side, stark naked looking up at him with innocent doe eyes. "You know the signs, Hvitserk. You saw the Valknut."
Hvitserk noticed the supplication in her voice. And Hvitserk knew how this situation troubled her. He knew she was being haunted by nightmares despite her efforts to keep her pain to herself. he could see the fear in her eyes as she spoke, he knew of her suffering, and it pained him to see her like this. This was so unlike her.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to pull myself together as I carried on "Let's find a place of our own. Somewhere far away. We could go to the Mediterranean."
He avoided looking at me as he spoke."Ivar and I are not done yet. My time here is not over yet. I can't let Ivar destroy Kattegat"
I let my left hand glide down his body as I replied "Ivar has chosen his path. You can't save him from himself. You have done everything you could. You have always been there for him, you have loved him, and he knows it deep down. There is nothing you can do, Hvitserk. His fate is in the hands of the gods now"
"What about Lagertha?" He shifted when I reached his lower stomach. "She is lost. Jealously and pain has poisoned her heart. She dug her own grave the moment she attacked Kattegat. If she won't die from Ivar`s hand someone else will kill her. She will die as defeated, not as a queen." He fell silent, his eyes on me, stiff of my touch.
I held his gaze as I climbed onto him my knees right and left of his hip hands beside his head, my womanhood briefly brushing him.
"What about you? What is it that you want, Hvitserk Ragnarson?" I smiled to myself as I felt him brush against my parts due to my words. I leaned down to whisper the last part in his ear.
"Give me a child. A true heir to Ragnar Lothbrok." It was the last push Hvitserk needed, and I knew I had won.
What a Bitch
Judith is a Bitch.
And not in the cool way.
Alfred Alfred Alfred Alfred Alfred Alfred Alfred.
Who poisons their own son?!
Aethelred even let Alfred be King?!
And the way she whined when Aethelred died as if she cares...
She's weak and dump.
She's a coward. Remember how pathetic she cried when they cut her ear of?
PATHETIC.
She doesn't even think and Babys Alfred in a gross and ridiculous way.
Sorry but I had to write this down.
Oh and I can't stand Elsewith as well.
Hope you guys have a nice day.
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Freydis History?!
You guys,
I had this feeling the whole time since her first appearance and couldn't help but think, what if Freydis is a goddess. Maybe she is Freya. Send by the Allfather to test Ivar?🤔
What do you think?
Hope you are doing well.
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I am pissed off.
Alright so Vikings is going down hill and I don't like it.
I think it is getting sillier and sillier from episode to episode...
Hvitserk and Marghret and now Hvitserk and that other girl?!
Come on.
But the thing that really pisses me off right now is the latest episode. I told you I was working on a Hvitserk Imagine and I really liked the idea.
But then I watched the latest episode of Vikings and the scenario that I Imagened and wanted to write actually happened?!
Honestly this is so frustrating.
Now I have to discard the imagine.
But however this is no ones fault except for my own.
Hope you guys are having a nice day.
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Working on a Hvitty fic.🙆♀️
Lagertha's death
Honestly I don't think Lagertha will be killed by Ivar.
“It’s no fun reading about somebody who’s perfect. You want to read about people that you can identify with…because we’ve all got problems and if you can create and write about a character who is flawed but manages to overcome those flaws…then I think that’s pretty good.” - Stan Lee (1922-2018)
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You have only seen the beginning of your legacy, for legacies are like gardens — they grow until they become legends.
Excelsior!
We lost one of our greatest heroes.
To sweet to not share.
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When we were little Ivar x Reader Vikings Imagine Modern AU
A/N: Stay safe! 😘
Description: Y/N lived with the Ragnarsons since she can remember and faced what it meant to be with the notorious Ivar “the boneless” but her life takes a turn when Ivar gets her pregnant at the age of sixteen.
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'You probably just fucked like the rabbits you slut and now you will have his cripple children.'
It was nothing new. Just because I was pregnant at the age of sixteen, everybody in school thought of me as a slut.
Most of them kept quiet, not least because of the frightening Ivar 'the boneless' being the father to my child.
I don't blame them. They simply don't know better. But it hurt nevertheless.
A warm hand on my shoulder pulled me from my thought and when I looked up, I was met with a worried looking Hvitserk. He was aware of people talking but he would keep quiet. He knew his brother's temper better than anyone else.
I felt relieved when Ivar's brothers approached nobody dared to treat me disrespectful in their presence.
They made sure of that.
The last glare from Ubbe at the group of girls was enough to make them leave the cafeteria as fast as their Louboutins allowed them.
Ivar joined our table not long after his brothers did.
With a low grunt, he sat down and pulled me into him.
He became even more possessive now that I was pregnant. He reminded me of a cat, always making sure to mark me as his.
As if my round belly didn't give that away already.
Ivar knew that his possessive actions never failed to attract attention, but everybody knew he couldn't care less.
That was just Ivar.
Luckily he seemed to calm down a bit within seeing that everything was alright. But peace shouldn't last long.
A sharp pain shot through my stomach and I lead out a gasp. My hand flew to my stomach by reflex.
'What is it?' Ivar his features crumpled in worry
'Nothing it is just kicking, everything is alright' I murmured.
And then there it was again.
The sickness in my stomach and the disgusting urge to throw up.
Without another word, I stood up and run towards the toilets.
I lived with the Ragnarsons since I was four years old.
Ivar and I had a connection since we were kids and when we came of age, it happened.
When Y/N slept by Ivar's side the pain in his legs was bearable but when they became older, things changed.
Ivar felt his body react to her body which developed into one of a woman.
And things happened.
Ivar's brothers taught him everything they knew and made sure he always had condoms in his drawer. Just in case.
Regardless, someday Y/N fell pregnant.
With a last glare at the disgusting, I flushed the toilet and send my lunch away in the canalisation.
All of sudden I felt very vulnerable and had to sit down right next to the toilet.
Don't cry.
You do not cry.
'Love ?' Of course, I forgot Ivar. His voice was still laced with slight panic.
'You know this is the girl's bathroom?' I answered after swallowing the lump in my throat.
'Like it bothered you before.' Relive now staining his words.
I smiled. It was true.
'What is the matter?' Ivar asked in a now serious tone after letting himself down opposite of me.
'I guess it is just the lack of sleep.'
Indeed Ivar noticed the dark bags underneath her eyes and the weariness them.
And then all of the sudden tears streamed down her face.
At this moment everything came crashing down on her. The pregnancy, the school, the bullies and the fear of what was about to come.
Ivar felt defeated at the sight of his crying angel.
He hated to see his girl cry.
She looked so hopeless at that moment.
So exhausted and done.
Ivar felt her body trembling underneath his fingers when he pulled her body once again into his.
He knew how lonely she felt sometimes a feeling that accompanied her whole time.
He loosened his grip on her and lifted his hands to caress her face.
'you are a Lothbrok' Ivar's words were firm almost harsh.
'You will see Princess' he whispered in her ear when her crying didn't stop.
The pet name always brought a smile to her face. It was a name Ivar called her by this since childhood.
And indeed the tears were replaced by a pure smile.
That smile Ivar knew would ruin him.
I am sorry Michael Gray x Reader Peaky Blinders Imagine
A/N: so this one is a bit special. It was an idea that I got while watching peaky blinders, and I am really proud that I was able to finish it in one day (yes that is actually a short amount of time to write an imagine for me.) however i put a lot of myself in this imagine and I know that a lot of you guys struggle with similar issues. Just know that you are not alone and there will be light. Feel free to contact me. Hope you are doing well. Love Camren.
Description: Y/N, Michaels wife suffers from massive self-doubt and anxiety. As a result of her fear she isolates herself from the family and her husband and leaves them in uncertainty and worry.
Warning: this imagine may be triggering
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How is Y/N?
The same question over and over again.
And each time it hurt.
It was not like this with Pol not with Ada not with Linda or Esme.
They did not ask how her work was going, not how the pregnancy developed or how the kids were doing.
They always asked hopefully if she would join them in a meeting or at least for dinner, but each time they were to receive the same answer.
The hope in their voice and the smiles on their faces were the most hurting.
To see the joy slowly leaving their eyes and the optimism vanishing from their questions.
For Michael, it was a painful reminder of reality. Every time.
Nobody knew what was going on. Not even Michael.
Doctors came and went, but none of them was able to give them an answer to why Michael's wife was acting this way.
All day long she laid in bed and stared at the wall, Michael's words hitting deaf ears.
Every day she waited for Michael to throw her out. To cheat on her and tell her that he never loved her. Every day since they met, every day since he told her he loved her, every day since they got married.
How could he even love her?
How could somebody in the world possibly ever love her?
Everything became worse when she saw Esme with John and the children. When she saw Polly fighting for the Shelby company. When she saw Arthur and Linda. And the look on Tommy's face when he studied a portrait of Grace.
When she saw the fierce Shelby woman.
Her eyes welled and she thought about the fact that she could never be like them. That could never be this fierce, this strong, this beautiful, this loving, this intelligent or this loved.
She was just weak.
She was a fool for even thinking she could ever be a Shelby. For thinking, Michael could love her.
Why pretending when everything was meant to fail either way?
She made a mistake even trying to make it work, she made a mistake wasting Michael's time by marrying her.
He deserved better.
Things escalated when Esme, John and the kids came to see how she was doing.
She couldn't stop the tears filling her eyes when she saw John and Esme standing there thinking about how she could never have that.
Seconds after hearing his wife's whimpers, Michael appeared in their shared room and cradled her in his arms, hushing her and telling her it was going to be okay.
Seeing his girl shaking in grief left Michael feeling helpless and lost.
Feelings that brought Michael back to his childhood.
To weak to fight him all Y/N was left to do was tell Esme and John through tears how sorry she was over and over again.
The cries of pure pain made Esme whip her eyes face and even John himself felt sorry seeing his once so happy sister in law in such sorrow.
Even Tommy came to see her but again she panicked, shocking to see how he wasted his precious time with her.
The Shelby may be gangsters but they took care of their family.
And Y/N condition hang over them each time the family came together.
"I am sorry." Y/N whispered when Michael joined her in bed and switched off the lights.
"I won't let you go" Michael replied and for the first time in months, she allowed him to love her.
Why is Harry the only student in Hogwarts who wears glasses?
Literally
me: i wanna write
someone: then… write?
me:
why am i being called out like this
I will leave it like this.
Fan-Fic Writing
When your inner voice is cooperating
When you’re stuck on a plot, arc or character motivation:
When Writer’s Block pays you a visit:
When self-doubt enters your mind:
When you have NO ideas:
When you have TOO many ideas:
When you finish a series:
When you miss the finished series:
No tears left to cry 😭