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"Fred," he says, breathless, almost begging, but what he's begging for she's not sure, whether to stop or keep going, to tell him that this is allowed, that she allows it, even when she is just as gone in it as he.
"We should go," she says, and she is not sure herself whether she means 'back to the others' or 'back to my room' but her whole body is quivering with the thought that it is the second. "Now."
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For sleepover Saturday: What is a headcanon you’ve got that you haven’t shared yet! Can be for anything.
So I have this theory about Canute, which is a little strange, because it’s mixing up the historical Cnut with the Vikings: Valhalla Canute — and as we know, the show plays a little fast and loose with the historical record!
The show emphasizes that Canute grew up in the shadow of his father, who’s clearly a forceful personality, and part of his desire to build this northern empire is to step out of that shadow. Historically, though, Forkbeard died two years before the events of the show, and Cnut’s older brother, Harald, was king of Denmark after Forkbeard’s death. (The show doesn’t mention Harald, because how could Canute be a king if his older brother is still alive? But that also begs the question, how can Canute be a king if his father is still alive...? ANYWAY.)
My theory is not only based on the idea of Canute wanting to be his own man, outside of his father’s legacy, but also that he was a second son, and therefore hadn’t really prepared himself to be a king of anything. (As we see with Harald Sigurdsson, younger sons just mostly float around and try to acquire wealth and glory, sometimes even working as mercenaries in foreign countries.) In the first episodes of Season 1 (particularly Episodes 3 and 4), we see Canute as a strategist, really trying to think things through and figure out the best options for whatever he’s trying to do. I think that much of that comes from being a second son who was unexpectedly handed this power and responsibility and wants to always be 100% certain that he’s choosing the right path. (You can see it when he first says no to Leif’s plan, but then later on is convinced by it after taking the time to talk to Leif and understand his thinking.) I think it also explains why he’s so drawn to Emma (besides the obvious reasons!): here is someone who also thinks meticulously and is going to help him with his larger goals. (And, yeah, marrying an anointed queen also gives him more legitimacy, and as a second son who still thinks in a second-son-type-way, that’s going to be super attractive.)
I hope that made some sense! Thanks for the ask!
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23. “Why are you going towards the creepy noise?” Whoever you want to write for today!
So I combined this one with a prompt sent to @southsidearchive and came up with this ridiculous and spooky little Sweet Pea and Fangs drabble. I hope you enjoy!
23. “Why are you going towards the creepy noise?”
26. “I better end up on Buzzfeed Unsolved if this all goes to shit and we dietonight.”
Sweet Pea & Fangs | 764 words
“This is a bad fucking idea, man,” Fangs muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets as he glanced nervously behind him. “We have no idea what we’re walking into.”
Sweet Pea scoffed. “No, we know exactly what we’re walking into. It’s called a graveyard, and it’s a place where bodies are buried.”
“Okay, sure.” Fangs glanced around again, his eyes narrowed intently with focus. The sun had set almost completely, and the only sounds around them were the crackly trees rustling in the wind. That, and the sound of Sweet Pea being a dumbass.
“And bodies stay buried, Fangs,” he added, scoffing at his friend. “It’s not like they’re going to pop out of the ground and eat our entrails or something.”
Fangs paled. “Eat our entrails? I wasn’t even worried about that, Sweet Pea!”
He laughed, kicking aside a branch that had fallen on the dirt path. “I’m kidding, man. You know the problem we really have to worry about is the ghosts.”
“Sweet Pea!” Fangs bristled, tugging his coat tighter around himself and picking up the pace. “You know, it’s bad enough that you convinced me to have a meeting with the motherfucking Ghoulies in their mortuary on Halloween, but we have to walk through a graveyard to get there? This is some absolute bullshit.”
Sweet Pea just chuckled, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. “You know, this is the oldest graveyard in the county. I bet there are some absolutely terrifyingpeople buried here.”
“Sweet Pea, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to stab you with your own pocket knife.”
“The Black Hood, General Pickens,” he drawled. “Probably a whole lot of Blossoms, and we know how freaky they are.”
“Sweet Pea, I swear—”
“Think Jason Blossom would haunt us? I mean, I know we never met the guy, but—”
“Sweet Pea, shut up!” Fangs snapped, tossing up a hand to block Sweet Pea’s path. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Sweet Pea’s voice dropped to a whisper, and he slipped his pocketknife out, flicking it open.
“It sounded like someone whispering.” Fangs’ face went pale, his eyes widening as he scanned the endless rows of gravestones. “And footsteps.”
Rolling his eyes, Sweet Pea tucked his knife back into his pocket. “It was probably just your imagination, dude. All the leaves blowing around are making all kinds of creepy noises. It’s just—” He cut off, and there was the clear sound of a murmuring voice. “Okay, I heard it that time.” Readying his knife, Sweet Pea started walking determinedly toward the sound.
“Wait, what?” Fangs’ jaw dropped, and he started stumbling after his friend. “Why are you going toward the creepy noise? We need to get the hell out of here!”
“No,” Sweet Pea argued. “We need to prove to whatever dumbass Ghoulie is trying to scare us that we won’t be intimidated.”
“Okay, fine,” Fangs choked out. “But I better end up on Buzzfeed Unsolved if this all goes to shit and we die tonight.”
Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, continuing on. The sound was coming from behind aparticularly large gravestone, more of a small monument, really. Sweet Pea couldn’t help but notice it looked kind of like the Gargoyle King. Whatever jokehe was about to make slipped from his lips as the murmuring got louder.
There was no denying it now. There was someone, or something, behindthat gravestone.
Fangs was shaking like a leaf behind him, and Sweet Pea seriously wished that he had brought a little more weaponry for this meeting. Fuck Malachai for asking to meet in a mortuary in the first place.
Slowly, the two boys curved around the gravestone, ready to spring into action. What they saw there, though, was worse than they could have ever imagined.
“Dilton, what the fuck?” Sweet Pea turned around so fast he almost tripped over himself. Meanwhile, Fangs’ jaw had dropped nearly to the ground—too stunned to look away.
Pressed up against the gravestone was Dilton, a pretty blonde who they didn’t recognize clutching his shirtless torso.
“Sweet Pea? Fangs?” Dilton scrambled to pick up the clothes scattered around them. “What are you guys doing out here?”
“I don’t even want to answer that.” Sweet Pea bit back a groan. “Fangs, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He started walking, taking long, determined strides down the path they had just come from.
“What about the meeting with the Ghoulies?” Fangs called, jogging after him.
Sweet Pea scoffed, shooting a suspicious look at the graveyard. “They can wait until tomorrow!”
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Saturday Sleepover: For the fun of it, choose between…. Leif and Harald
Look, Leif Eriksson is a very sweet boy who loves his sister and comes up with brilliant ways to pull down bridges and occasionally falls into a bare-chested berserker rage (these things happen!).
But none of us are immune to the siren song of Harald Sigurdsson. From his wolf pelt battle armor to his luscious curly locks that somehow look better than my hair ever will to the eight-pack abs he no doubt acquired at the Himbos of Norway CrossFit gym, Harald Sigurdsson is a man made of hard pecs and pure female wish fulfillment. He is the dream of every television series producer looking to draw in viewers via a 30-second preview clip.
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and another because i love this idea: “Of Jacks and Lilly Pads”
I love the humor, the innocence and the coming of age.
So this story was a bit of an experiment, I have to admit, mostly because I was combining two different elements: historical AU (Edwardian manor house setting) and outsider POV (from the perspective of Emma’s youngest son, Alfred). Because it’s written from a child’s point of view, it wouldn’t immediately be clear that the reason he and his brother and his (recently widowed) mother are being forced to sell the house (and most of the estate) and live in a small cottage on the edge of the property, only that there’s a strange, dark-bearded man now living in their old home. (On the other hand, the strange man did bring his two sons with him, boys just slightly older than Edward and Alfred, and they all quickly become good friends, daring each other to footraces all over the grounds and playing at knights in the wooded parkland.) Nor would Alfred be entirely aware of the fact that while the four of them are up to all sorts of adventures — swimming in the old pond or pocketing warm currant buns from under the eye of the manor house cook — his mother is quietly being won over (and courted) by the wealthy, powerful man she had previously disdained. There were a few scenes that got scrapped, including one where Alfred overhears two footmen talking about the new owner (and how much interest he seems to be taking in the old missus) and one where Harold (the younger of Alfred’s two new friends) teaches Alfred and his brother how to whistle with a blade of grass. The whole story was, of course, meant to be rather lighthearted and sweet, a bit of a coming of age tale (as you said) with the making of friendships that turn into brotherhoods once it’s revealed that their parents are soon to be married and Alfred and Edward will be moving back into the house. (That being said, the opening lines are a bit bleak, or at least bleaker than the rest of the story: “At the beginning of summer, Mama told them that they needed to pack their things, that they would be leaving home and not returning. Alfred didn’t understand, and then Edward began to cry. Alfred only looked at Mama, who wasn’t crying. She never did, not even after Papa died.”)
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Girl, talk to be about Cordelia!! 11-15 for the pretty lady!
Ooooooh, these are some good ones, Liz. Thanks for the ask!
11: What makes your OC feel most guilt in their life?
Let’s just say, this is a huge spoiler for the events of Memento Mori, so I can’t say here. I will say that it has to do with her feeling like she could have saved someone she cares very deeply about.
12: Is your OC mature or immature for their age?
Mature. Her mom’s had cancer for many years and her family never had money, so she’s always had to be a little more grown up than her peers.
13: How independent is your OC for their age and life situation?
Fairly standard. While she’s pretty independent as a teen, most of her peers at Southside High are. She’s used to being around other teens who don’t want to be at home.
14: Where and what from does your OC seek most typically comfort from?
Cordelia’s always found comfort in working hard and staying busy. She’s never been one to actually deal with her stresses and emotions, so she handles it by being busy. She’d much rather take care of others than herself.
15: Is your OC afraid of confrontation or do they seek to lay things down on open?
Cordelia’s absolutely not afraid of confrontation, but she’s also very good at being selective about which battles are even worth it.
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