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ɪ   ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ   ɴᴏᴛ   ʟᴏᴠᴇ   ʏᴏᴜ   ɪꜰ   ʏᴏᴜ   ᴡᴇʀᴇ   ꜱᴇɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ

[theboatbuilderswife]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐀     ind.  sel.  rp  account  for  Helga  from  History’s  Vikings ⚘     canon  divergent  after  season  3 ⚘     est.  16  april  2015 ⚘     claimed  &  adored  by  Yara

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒   ⚘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   ⚘   𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒   ⚘   𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓

[theboatbuilderswife]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾        @northernarrows​   asked   the   herbalist: [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

Lashes fluttered, head tilting just slightly. Helga found herself with a smile on her lips, a comment on her tongue she chose not to speak out loud. After all, it was her own fault she had not watched where she put her feet in the mud, twisting her ankle and falling down. Without pain, but with a dress that begged to be washed as soon as possible afterwards.

❝   Well, well, how nice of you to help me up, archer.   ❞ She finally muttered with a laugh hiding in the back of her throat. She took his hand, allowing him to push her up. ❝   It appears you were at the right place at the right time. I must thank the Gods for that.   ❞

[theboatbuilderswife]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾        @ulfhrafnx​   asked   the   herbalist:          [ braid ]

     Fingers parted a few strands of hair, a smile dancing on her lips. Despite her own simple hairdo-   that of a working woman   -she enjoyed braiding                                  not something Floki allowed her doing with the little hair he had left on his scalp. When one asked why she would not do so with her own she often replied that all she cared about was to keep it out of her face. Nothing delicate, nothing extravagant.

     ❝   Your hair has grown since last we met,   ❞     she hummed.     ❝   Can you hand me the comb ? There’s still a few knots in the back     &    mud. Do I want to know what you have done ?   ❞

[theboatbuilderswife]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾        @handpickedriot​   asked   the   herbalist:         [ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

    Brows furrowed together in a gentle frown before her gaze was cast across her shoulder. Half did she have the mind to swat away the fingers pressed against her shoulder- otherwise often covered. It drew questions from most people                                questions which often remained unanswered. Humankind would look at her with ridicule   &   eyes which remained devoid of understanding.

     ❝   I was burned-   ❞     words found their way past her lips in a quiet mutter, shoulders arching back before she lowered her sleeve again.     ❝   Attacked with burning arrows. I was too weak, it never fully healed   &   now reminds me we are no longer invincible. The skin is dead like the bark of a dead tree, nothing more. Can still use the arm perfectly fine.  ❞

[theboatbuilderswife]

me: tries to return to dumblr s.ex bots: ‘sup ?

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[derangcdarchive-blog]

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

[theboatbuilderswife]

just to check,   be there still canon vikings characters around, or people interested in ‘em ?

[theboatbuilderswife]

Guess what blog turned 6 today ??

[theboatbuilderswife]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾      @swcrnprotector​​​   asked   the   herbalist:          Yes hello I am looking for a hot lady.

One (1) hot lady found in your region

[theboatbuilderswife]

 I’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL MORNING     for helga/floki stuff to read, but honestly, where is the good stuff ?? I always keep up reading the same old fic from 2013

[theboatbuilderswife]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾      @swcrnprotector​​​   asked   the   herbalist:           Hello I wanted to be in your askbox tonight.

Why yes, hello there~

[theboatbuilderswife]

SO THE VALHALLA     spin-off finally has a cast ?   still don’t know what to think of it.

[theboatbuilderswife]

ME WHEN PEOPLE IGNORE      Helga’s existance:    :))))))

[nathanielorion]

“Falling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back.”

— Nathaniel Orion G. K.

[bishopdescendant]

     ❝    to  every  question  I  have  ever  had,  or  ever  will  have                    𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑    ❞

[memetaped]

the haunted house taken from the 1986 rebecca brown book.

do you remember me?

look, look what’s here. i thought i’d lost this, but it’s been here all along.

i’ll have nothing to do with it. do you hear me? not a thing to do with it.

you slept all day. you needed it.

home is someplace to go back to when you’re tired of being out living.

you all right, honey?

it’s our home now. nobody else’s. ours.

you never expect things. you forget that things can happen, but they do. 

nobody calls me that, shitface.

it’s here, there’s something underneath the house that’s scratching to get in.

you bastard. 

i’ve been thinking. i want to talk with you.

you take a nap this afternoon. you’re really wiped out. 

that’s when my wanting changes shape, from pointed, sharp, direct, and so near to the surface and the almost-said, into the soft, almost unsayable and numb.

i woke up when you wanted a glass of water. i held your sweet warm head when you drank. you slept through it all and were dreaming again by the time i left your room. 

hey, come on, isn’t this the part of the movie when we’re supposed to say, “this is the life”?

the loneliest i ever was, was when i was with you.

it’s like when you’ve been shouting and shouting and shouting in a nightmare and you think you’ve been awake, but it’s all been in your sleep and then you finally shout aloud.

now don’t cloud up and rain.

do you remember this?

all i ever wanted was one good, loyal love.

we’re sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected. please check the number and try again.

did my mother look at me? or hold me? did she carry me?

well, everyone likes chocolates.

there’s no again, no going back. you learn to live with what you have. you learn how to forget.

you can do it. just try to reach me.

the dream i’m having is of home.

hey, it’s no big deal. don’t make it such a big thing.

all of this happened only moments ago, but i think of it with the kind of sadness you feel for something long, long ago that you can’t have again but you tell yourself you’d really want to if you could.

just like me a little, you only have to be my friend for a while. 

choose your favorites and let the others go.