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[sardonicviking]

#SARDONICVIKING — independent, selective, and private ERIC NORTHMAN from True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. established 16, march 2014; sheriffed by char ( she/her, 30, pst ) please read rules before following. WARNING: triggering and mature material will be present; dni if not 21+.

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focusing in the study of; revenge, conquering, responsibilities, and grief. dark themes are and will be present. given the nature of the show and book series, triggering content will sparingly tagged; graphic detailed writing and or images will be tagged though rarely shown or written. spoilers will not be tagged for either show or book series.

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[deviaticn]

I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss Jᴜsᴛ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟɴᴇss ᴍᴀᴋᴇs sᴇɴsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

[sardonicviking]

hello beautiful people! i'll be around here for a bit tonight hoping to get some new threads going so please take this as an invitation to either send memes and or come poke me for some plotting!! hope you all have had a wonderful day/night!!

[sardonicbeauty]

pam & eric | afraid 

           by  Anyankasvids

@sardonicviking

[sardonicviking]

                           Never had he experienced a pain as he did in this moment. For over a thousand years there had a been silent presence that reminded him that he wasn't alone. That all he had to do was reach out with his mind and Godric would be there. Now there was nothing. A thousand years worth of memories and feelings now reduced to an emptiness that the Norseman never thought was possible nor something he was capable of feeling. Yet there he sat on his knees beside the chair his maker had occupied not even five minutes ago, lingering scent that he would never smell again.

Bloody tears stained his cheeks and they continued to poor freely from his eyes. The lump in his throat only growing if he had need to breathe, he would have suffocated from the size of it. And he would have welcomed the suffocation, the release of death but it was not his time. No, he had to be there for Pamela who he could feel trying to reach him and really, it only added to the tears. The pain he felt in his chest where his long since dead heart resided was crushing him, leaving him leaning heavily against the chair.

There was nothing left for him in Texas and he would have happily returned home right then and there. Even with the sun now shining brightly in the early morning hours of the day. However, he could not and would not do that to Pamela, who he could only imagine feeling part of the pain that he felt now. Soon... he assured her, thankful for their connection and not needing to use a phone. And he kept to his word, having to actually call the airline to arrange his return to Shreveport before he went to his coffin.

The next couple of hours felt like they dragged out longer than what they did. There was no sleep, not something Eric could will himself to do as he laid there in the pitch blackness. Tears continued to run along his cheek, drying only for fresh ones to fall. The bleeds then sat in around the fourth hour mark, but he didn't care, he could have bled out right then and there and it wouldn't have hurt as badly as losing his maker, his father. However, when he felt his coffin shift and come to a stop, he knew he was home; he could smell the club and yet he made no attempts to open the lid. He just laid there and stared at the lid, wondering if Pam was downstairs or if she had gone home.

[sardonicbeauty]

SHE HADN'T SLEPT SINCE THAT FEELING HAD DEVOURED HER, for how could she? A century worth of lifetimes now just a memory without being able to create more. No, she had been wallowing in her own grief, bloodied tears staining the sides of her cheeks as she cried out. Godric was gone. Forever. The permanent death. What were they going to do? Even before this night, they both at least held the comfort of knowing that he was there and now, now there would be nothing. Pam herself couldn't stand it, she could only imagine what Eric himself was going through in that moment. Eric was all she had left now. The only source of salvation worthy of love and resistence. She remained upon the floor of the office, arms wrapped around her knees as she sobbed in silence. The bar would remain closed for the entirety of the evening, she made sure of that. Her sobs echoing throughout in such a way that should anyone enter; it would have been palpable within the sadness of her own turmoiled mind. She should have been there, she should have been present, she should have been able to say good-bye. The thought in itself would haunt her for eternity. He was like a maker to her in his own right, a father figure, more so than her own had been. He taught her how to fight, how to feed, how to survive. As did Eric, of course, but Godric was always there for both of them. Like a kindred spirit. So, when she heard the coffin fall outside the club's front doors, she was quick to respond. Wanting to hold Eric in her arms. She opened the lid immediately and looked down upon him, taking note of his own blood-stained cheeks that matched her own, arms reaching out towards him. ❝ Oh, Eric… ❞ she didn't know what else to say, she just wanted him with her now and to be there for him as much as she could. Should she ever come to lose him, that would be her greatest defeat. ❝ Eric. ❞ He was a father to them both, regardless of the bloodline and she was ruined by the death of him just as much as her Maker was.

[sardonicviking]

The bleeds had set in and his body was screaming for rest. It was not something he granted nor would he grant his body. Because it was a penance he had to pay for every idiotic thing he had put Godric through. For every insubordinate action he had taken in their long history together. For everything he had failed to do as his makers progeny, his legacy. Yet the morose shroud that laid upon his body like a thick blanket of silver, it kept him pinned to the floor of the coffin. A thousand years of memories flashing behind his eyes, reminding him of every good and bad moment spent with the elder vampire.

Though those memories soon came to the most recent. A fresh wave of bloodied tears streaming down pale cheeks as he recalled the last forty-eight hours. How he felt like a gleeful child seeing their father after so long, the excitement that came with such a reunion. But there had been something off, he knew then as he did now; Godric had already made his decision long before Eric's arrival in Texas. There had been a finality in how his maker walked among his fellow vampire, in how he looked upon his eldest progeny.

He had done his best to ignore it, to think that perhaps Godric was simply bored. But no, no he had known this would be the last time he would see the man that had given him a purpose, a long life of knowledge, a second chance to be better than he ever had been as a human. That's why it hurt so much, to know he had been in denial the entire time, even as they stood on that roof and the words left his makers mouth. And as the vision of Godric, produced by the memory, began to fade, his own progeny's face came into view.

"Han är borta..." was all he could whisper, voice cracking, "he's gone..." Words repeated, disjointed, broken. And more blood leaked from eyes as they finally closed, squeezing shut as if that would banish away the harsh truth. Sobs left the viking as he laid there in his coffin, arms opening and stretching upwards to silently beckon Pam to join him. Simply needing to hold the only person he would allow to see him in such a state as he was in now.

[normallyxstranger]

“I’M A RECKLESS GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH”

Aaron Slater, asshole demigod as seen on @normallyxstranger

[sardonicviking]

𝕺𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝐲𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌?

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#sᴀʀᴅᴏɴɪᴄᴠɪᴋɪɴɢ — independent, selective, and private eric northman from True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. established 16, march 2014; sheriffed by char ( she/her, 30, pst ) please read rules before following. WARNING: triggering and mature material will be present; dni if not 21+.

[sardonicviking]

what soft romance cliché are you?

because i love you!

passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also hot. good for you.

tagged by: @untilthcyrot tagging: @liftedrelics ( jax ) ; @stolenfates ( joel ) ; @withguilt ( elias ) ; @blckfckinmsk ; & anyone else reading this!!

[sardonicviking]

okay daddy has gone to bed but i do plan on blowing the dust off this blog and a few others. so i'll be back tomorrow/later on!!!

[sardonicviking]

A RAVENOUS HUNGER HAD TORE THROUGH HIM, one he had not experienced in this lifetime before. "It smells..." he muttered, making a slight face; nose crinkled and lips pulled up. "It doesn't smell like that woman. She smelled so sweet...like you..." his words trailed off as a small growl began to rumble in his chest. Eric was quick to quiet himself, gaze shifting to stare at the kitchen floor. "I'm sorry."

[untilthcyrot]

❝ That's cause this stuff is factory-made, ❞ she said as she stuck the bottle in the microwave and pressed a few buttons to get it started. ❝ It ain't like it's from the source. ❞ Eric had tasted faerie blood, and she'd be dumb not to think he'd want to try her next. She was going to have to be vigilant around him until he was his normal self again; more controlled. She looked at him, eyeing him up and down, making sure he wasn't about to lunge at her. ❝ It's okay, ❞ she told him gently. ❝ You just need something to drink, and you'll be fine. ❞

[sardonicviking]

THERE WAS A DEEP WANTING NEED TO HAVE HER. Yet right beside that desire lie another one. One to protect her and keep her safe, even from himself. So that outweighed the hunger, the want to drive his fangs deep into her neck and drink from her. He clung to the need to protect her as he stood there, arms at his sides, eyes glued to the floor and forcing his ears to listen only to the sound of the microwave. To ignore the thumping of her heart, the blood pumping in her veins and coursing throughout her body. "I would never hurt you...I hope you know that..." he murmured.

[untilthcyrot]

❝ I'm heatin' you up some Tru Blood. You're probably not gonna like it, but it's better than . . . nothing. ❞ She hesitated because she thought that drinking synthetic blood had to have been a lot better than trying to drink from her, and she still had that awful image of poor Claudine in her head.

♡ ───── @sardonicviking <3

[sardonicviking]

A RAVENOUS HUNGER HAD TORE THROUGH HIM, one he had not experienced in this lifetime before. "It smells..." he muttered, making a slight face; nose crinkled and lips pulled up. "It doesn't smell like that woman. She smelled so sweet...like you..." his words trailed off as a small growl began to rumble in his chest. Eric was quick to quiet himself, gaze shifting to stare at the kitchen floor. "I'm sorry."

[sardonicviking]

THE NUANCE OF VAMPIRES WAS WANING. This was to be expect as humans did not have the attention spans like they claimed to have. It was something that was inevitable, a never ending back and forth with the mortals. How they would consume and consume until they lost interest or found out that perhaps they shouldn't have consumed anything at all. But his concern and attention isn't directed towards the tourists or the regulars, no, he can sense boredom wafting from his progeny.

"Place with a view. Maybe with big wide windows so the sun can sizzle us to a crisp?" Eric mused with slight amusement as bored eyes glowered, staring ahead at the muddled faces that were just a blur these days. "Where did you have in mind?"

[sardonicbeauty]

IT SEEMED SOMEWHAT OF A JOKE TO HIM, BUT IT WAS BECOMING less of a joke to her. ❝ Let the sun sizzle, sure. ❞ Would he even care if she wanted the True Death? She doesn't, but she's contemplating it more and more every passing year. Because there isn't much left for her in this life but constant turmoil. Eric had nearly left her, just like everyone else she's ever formed a semblance of care for. What else was there? Her fingers tap against his shoulder, contemplating. ❝ We've just about seen it all, haven't we? What else is there? I want more, or nothing. I don't know what I want anymore. ❞

[sardonicviking]

A MODEST JOKE, ONE SIMPLY SAID TO PASS THE TIME. Yet the tone, air around them, shifts and the sheriff's eyes drift ever so slightly to look back and up towards Pam. He was joking but she wasn't and it showed in her demeanor, how she sounded, the distance in her voice. Someone, like always, was making their way towards the stage and with a simple wave of his hand, he batted them away as it was clear where his attentions should lay.

There was no denying, nor room to do so, that Eric hadn't nearly abandoned her. Left her behind. For that, he would spend the rest of their lives making up for that fact. Or at least attempt to and now seemed like a better time than any to get started on that. "We have. The upside and downside to our life," he sighed, shifting slightly in his throne, body turning more towards her; the humans could grovel at his feet for all their worth.

"But I'm sure there's something more out there. We haven't had the pleasure of traveling in a while...could always dig around and find something."

[sardonicbeauty]

@sardonicviking gets a starter.

A DULL NIGHT MEANT A DULL EVERYTHING ELSE. Boredom played a big part to immortality, regardless of that inner want to never wanting to die. No one caught her eye easily and those who did, didn't last very long. Like a food craving that subsided after a few days. Nothing really new. Nothing exciting. She finds herself lazily stumbling towards her Maker, arm draped over the back of his chair with a heavy, exaggerated sigh.

❝ We need a vacation. Someplace.... not here. ❞

[sardonicviking]

THE NUANCE OF VAMPIRES WAS WANING. This was to be expect as humans did not have the attention spans like they claimed to have. It was something that was inevitable, a never ending back and forth with the mortals. How they would consume and consume until they lost interest or found out that perhaps they shouldn't have consumed anything at all. But his concern and attention isn't directed towards the tourists or the regulars, no, he can sense boredom wafting from his progeny.

"Place with a view. Maybe with big wide windows so the sun can sizzle us to a crisp?" Eric mused with slight amusement as bored eyes glowered, staring ahead at the muddled faces that were just a blur these days. "Where did you have in mind?"

[sookiestackhcuse]

🎄 merry christmas @sardonicviking

[sookiestackhcuse]

✞ ───── I TASTE LIKE SUNSHINE & FLOWERS AND I’M RIGHT FUCKING HERE !!

originally vampirecrack. revamped august 2023.

[vampirecrack-moving]

send me ‘ ⚜ ‘ and I’ll put my iTunes or Spotify on shuffle and use the first 15 songs to create a playlist for our muses. | @sardonicviking

First meeting: "eyes on fire" by blue foundation (whoa yes) Getting to know each other: "down" by jason walker Escorting them back home: "this is for real" by motion city soundtrack Longing: "i need you" by the beatles Going to a party together: "primadonna girl" by marina and the diamonds Defending them in a fight: "dark paradise" by lana del rey Confessing their feelings: "for you blue" by the beatles Sharing a romantic/friendshippy moment: "wait" by m83 A tragic turning point: "do what u want" by lady gaga Heated argument: "starlight" by muse Goodbyes: "for you" by julia stone Change of minds: "flowers for a ghost" by thriving ivory The final battle: "poor more oil" by her name is calla Reunion: "chandelier" by sia Happy ending: "fresh blood" by eels

[trueblood825]

Allan Hyde will join Truest Blood as a next week's guest. I like Eric and Godric's beautiful relationship. Eric really loves and worships his father! True Blood / my gifs