#Ivarr

[frogstalavista]

Ivarr and quotes why he’s a fun antagonist, I love his chaotic evil character owo

#ivarr #ivar ragnarsson #ivarr the boneless #ac valhalla ivarr #ac valhalla #assassin’s creed valhalla fanart #assassin’s creed valhalla #namjoonscutetummy

[queencordite]

Ivarr - for @dreamskug dude just looked so fun to draw I couldn't resist

#digital art #artists on tumblr #digitalart #clip studio #digital artist #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #others ocs #ivarr #dreamskug #portrait

[synintheraven]

Unrelated but found these close ups/cropped versions of my Ivarr drawing that I did for a uni project and figured I'd share it because this is one of my favourite drawings ever (;

(featuring Ragnar's skull which suggests my poor boy was stabbed rather than tattooed lol)

#my art #ivar the boneless #ivarr #ivar ragnarsson #viking #history vikings #fanart #vikings fanart

[artschoolglasses]

Codextober, Day 3. Enemy.

Usually I like taking new photos for challenges, but I don't have any boss fights coming up or anything, so... Have a slightly older picture of Eivor kicking Ivarr.

Assassin's Creed Valhalla

#assassin's creed #codextober #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #valhalla #eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfkissed #eivor wolf kissed #virtual photography #photomode #video game #playstation #ps5 #ivarr #ivarr the boneless

[radiofreewylde]

"What do you call this place?"

"I call it The Shithole. To the Mercians, it is Repton."

#ac valhalla #ivarr ragnarsson #ivarr the boneless #assassin's creed valhalla #ivarr #ac valhalla ivarr #my screenshot

[wraithsoutlaws]

Watch out for the shadows. ft. Ivarr @dreamskug

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: dagger #ivarr #oh they're up to Something #ty for lending him hes a very good model UwU

[i-gotta-get-normaller]

#ivarr #ivar ragnarsson #ivarr the boneless #ivarr ragnarsson #ac valhalla ivarr #ceolbert #eivor

[theviridianbunny]

♦️♦️♦️

Ivarr belongs to the awesome dreamskug - thank you for trusting me with your best man!! More shots to come soon ~

#ivarr #other people’s ocs #oc: viridian #jackie welles #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #bunny takes virtual photography #maelstrom #cyberpunk #cp2077 screenshots #cyberpunk screenshots #cyberpunk photomode #fem v #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk 2077 oc #gamingedit #cyberpunk 2077 screenshots #dreamskug

[theempirevp]

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed valhalla #halfdan #halfdan ragnarsson #ubba #ubba ragnarsson #ivarr #ivarr ragnarsson #ivarr the boneless #ceolbert #sigurd #sigurd styrbjornson #pc gaming #pc mods

[vidjyagames]

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Valhalla #AC:V #m!Eivor #Sigurd #Ivarr #Ceolbert

[frogstalavista]

I love them

#assassin’s creed valhalla #sigurd #sigurd styrbjornson #Eivor #eivor varinsson #ivarr #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #namjoonscutetummy

[krankittoeleven]

WIP Wednesday

Hey-o, I come with a snippet from Water of Life chapter 11 which is coming along, albeit slowly. But that's not really news, is it? LOL Anyway, this is a scene between Vili & Ivarr with them being absolute children in Ubba's absence. It's rough around the edges still, but it's been a while since I posted anything so I thought why not...

“Well, you are no master strategist,” Ivarr says with a flippant flick of one hand, before bending over to pick up his axe from the mud.

“Hey, you’re the one who invited me into your war tent back in East Anglia.”

A sudden silence seems to fall around them and even all the sounds of nature seem to pause in anticipation.

Ivarr stares back at him, his face stonelike in its stillness, except for the blink of his eyes and the almost imperceptible beginnings of a sardonic smile on his lips.

“You still think that’s why you were there?” Ivarr asks and Vili can sense the outburst that is building within Ivarr.  Even the impending threat of Ivarr’s cackle is enough to cause Vili’s entire body to tense.  The sound of his laughter was like fingernails scraping along stone the moment before you lost your grip and fell to your death.  If laughter could kill, Ivarr’s surely would.

“You think that with all of the great vikingr we had assembled there, that we were just waiting for you to impart us with your wisdom.”

Vili can feel the heat rising on his face.

“Well, truthfully, no I didn’t,” he replies, his anger and embarrassment rising along with the volume of his voice. “But why else would you invite me there?”

Now Ivarr is really cackling.

“Look, I had pissed Ubba off a couple days before that meeting, and I was just trying to smooth things over and I mentioned I thought you seemed interested an—”

“Wait, you what?” Vili iturrupts, indignant. “How in the name of Odin’s fucking eye socket did you know I was interested in Ubba? I didn’t even know I was interested in Ubba at that point, I don’t think.”

Ivarr’s nearly doubles over with the intensity of his laughter.

“Oh please, you left puddles of drool the size of the North Fucking Sea every time you were near him.  How was I supposed to know he’d invite you to that meeting like it was an audition?”

Vili has no idea how to respond to anything Ivarr had just told him, but it was starting to make an embarrassing amount of sense in his head now that he knew.  Ivarr’s remark on the battlefield, Ubba’s lingering hand after the meeting, the night at the campfire not long after, the way Ubba had said he often left out a drink for him in anticipation of his arrival.

“I—” Vili starts, but he has no idea how to finish or continue.  Ubba knew, and he didn’t.

“It’s too bad you can’t see yourself now,” Ivarr says through his diminishing laughter.

Unable to form words, Vili just stares and fumes in Ivarr’s continually vexing presence until he balls his hands into fists, rests them on his hips and strikes a mocking pose.  It doesn’t take long for Vili to realize that Ivarr is performing a fairly accurate mockery of Ubba when he is irritated by his brother’s antics.

Vili looks down at his own fists resting on his hips and quickly slaps his arms down along the length of his body.

“Loki’s fucking balls, may Odin curse the day Ragnar fucked your mom and created you!”

Ivarr’s cackle ramps up again and Vili can’t help but wish that the elk had actually killed him and saved him all of this.

“Hate me or thank me, I don’t care which,” Ivarr says as he walks by, clapping him on the back as he passes, “I’m going back to camp, we’re sitting ducks here yelling at each other.”

#i apologize in advance to odin's eye socket #(boy that's a tag) #seriously #they are like children when left alone XD #*I* think this is hilarious #ymmv lol #vili #ivarr #water of life #wip wednesday #my wips #my snippets

[11013fsfo]

These two...

#ivarr the boneless #ivarr ragnarsson #ivarr #assassin's creed valhalla

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Hey there :) are you currently accepting writing requests and if you are, can we request any Valhalla character 💙

Hello there! Yes I am open for requests - tho my writing speed won't be super fast in the upcoming two month (in december but mostly in january).

Pairing: Ivarr × f!reader

Words: ~ 1400

Genre: angst, fluff

Wanrings: an itty-bitty tiny smut, mention of violence, angst mostly? Idk what i did here honestly

Summary: You and Ivarr are preparing for an upcoming battle.

Notes: it's a bit short, I only had time to write this between my exams sorry⚰️✌️

Your heart sank deeper, pulling it tighter and tighter with the cold strings of the uncertain future, as the more horrific images floated before your eyes every time you dared to close them.

The camp around you was preparing unusually quietly, nowhere to be found the previous night's amusement, drinking and singing, which made the forest roar with life.

The army of thousands of troops that the Ragnarssons had was preparing for the upcoming battle in deathly silence. Grim men were putting their helmets on, sharpening their blades - sparks flaring up now and then, lighting up their dread faces. Staring in front of themselves - they did their work rotely — that either saved them on the battlefield, or betrayed them, finally being able to rest in the halls of Valhalla at the end of their long journey.

You weren’t much different from the men around you. You had the same flesh, the same warm blood flowed in your veins as your fellow warriors. Your bone breaks the same way and your blood spills when the blade strikes. The light in your eyes can die out just as for the other person beside you.

Maybe this will be the last morning you see. The last breath of fresh air you have taken into your lungs, the last birdsong that has accompanied you in preparation until now.

Placing your sword on your knees, you stopped for a moment to gaze at the silver gleam of iron once more, the runes carved along its sheet.

“Courage. Luck. Protection.” Ivarr’s familiar voice came from behind.Taking a deep breath, you staightened in your seat, looking over your shoulder into his eyes.

His gaze was distant, dark orbs flashing from behind his black face paint. Ivarr was already flaunting his full armor, axes neatly tucked into the belt on his hips.

“Do you really believe your runes will help?” He raised an eyebrow, one hand gesturing to the steel in your lap, holding a clay bowl in his right palm.

You answered with a half smile, turning back in front of you, continuing your work. Without further critical notes Ivarr the Boneless circled you, sitting down into the green before you, firmly grabbing your knee.

“Come closer Little Lamb.” With a sigh he waved to you, like an old man, preparing to recite long sagas to the children by the gentle warmth of the fireplace on a cold winter night.

Gently caressing your thighs, Ivarr withdrew his warm touch too soon only to your knees, tracing small circles into your skin with his thumb over the harsh fabric of your breeches.

Your hand stopped in the monotonous movements, you looked up at him curiously.

Inteas of the usual edge, determination and darkness, Ivarr’s deep brown eyes softly fixated on your form. The corner of his eyes relaxed, a warming tenderness emanating from his gaze as he looked up at you.

It was rare when you got to see Ivarr’s softer side; when he showed you his vulnerable side in public. These looks were meant just for you, only for the two of you — when the whole world ceased to exist, and only he mattered to you, and only you to Ivarr.

The dreaded Ivarr the Boneless, leader of grand armies, the demise of kings, the boldest berzerker who ever lived — yet his touch was tender, his gaze full of devotion. love and care as he embraced you, pulled you into his lap and sought your favors.

Your heart stirred, as you looked down at the man in front of you.

Maybe it will be the last time you can see the love in his eyes, the softness of his face — that he can be just as caring as anyone else contrary to the tales.

Your mouth trembled, lips bent into a sour smile, fearful tears will fall at any moment. With a sniff you leant down to him; Ivarr’s strong scent of iron, furr and smoke hitting your nose.

Not long ago you felt his scent just as strongly- it went into your head as you could taste it on your lips, smoother it into your own skin.

It was a dangerous occupation of yours, berzerkers and Jomsvikings life. Placing your very own soul on an unknown stake, against a foreign opponent, in the unpredictable maelstrom of fates.

You had to live in the present for your future has not yet been set in stone, the weavers of fate have not woven the next part of your song.

“There is no tomorrow. Only today what matters. What you do, what you say, what you think.” Ivarr whispered in your ear last night as he guided you onto his bed, spreading your thighs apart with his knees.

“If we want to enter the Gates of the Forever Halls without regret, we must act upon what our heart dictates.” He murmured sweetly, bowing down; soft lips smoothing over your warm skin, teeth nipping into the flesh.

It was rare when he dared to show such vulnerability to you, acting upon his better self; heart wanting nothing more but gentleness and love. It was rare when Ivarr the Boneless wanted to savor his moments with you rather than devouring you whole like a starved beast - now wanting to memorize every curve, every inch of your body, how it moved beneath him, how it felt against his feverish skin, how it tasted in his mouth.

He wanted his last image to be your moans, whispering his name, your mindless pants; cunt wrapped around his aching cock so perfectly, so deliciously for him, only to him.

“Only today is ipmortant.''You repeated. recalling his words to you with a nod. “Just focus on what’s in front of you.” It sounded like you were bagging, as if you tried to warn him.

Your finger slid up on his neck, grazing over his nervously twitching tendons. Running your fingers over his profile under his chin, palms finally came to rest on his stubbled cheeks, cradling his face.

Eyes darting between his chestnut orbs, the well-known mischief glinting in his ireses; liveliness and clarity reflected back at you.

He smiled slyly, sending you a wink; his own hand grabbing your wrist holding his face.

“I always focus on that.” He replied- tone deep and mysterious as he dropped your hands from his face. “And now you are who’s in front of me.” Ivarr stated, bringing up the bowl into your vision, that he held until now.

A dark juice swirled in the small bowl, gray as mud, but the smell reminded you of strong spices and herbs. Ivarr gestured with his chin for you to lift your face, pulling you closer and pressing his waist between your spreaded knees.

Ivarr pressed his index and middle finger into the paint, and holding up your chin with his thumb he placed his painted, cold fingers under your eyes, slowly drawing them down until your jawline, attentive eyes never leaving your own the whole time. You barely took any breath while he repeated the motion on the other side, then making a half circle on your chin. The tip of his nails pressed gently into your nose as he moved his fingers over your lips, as if to silence you for a moment. He connected the lines with the semicircle, turning his attention to your forehead now, beginning to draw more symbols on you.

Not a single word was spoken between you two; yet thousands of feelings raced through your eyes, as you watched silently Ivarr. You wanted to capture his features in your memory as throughly as it was possible — one last time to etch every single wrinkle, scard, and line that dotted his handsome face.

When he was done, Ivarr wiped the remaining paint onto his breeches, leaning back to you, sneaking his palm over your nape.

For a moment your gaze fluttered;the movements sending a chill down your spine, and at the same time filling you with immense calmness. Ivarr was there, by your side, breathing and fighting until he had breathed the last shed of his soul. And that was all that mattered to you. Knowing that your love will be there, by your side. That you will both be there for each other, doing everything in your power to fight and survive.

“Do not leave me.” You wrapped your fingers around Ivarrs wrist, gently tracing his battle scars as you searched for his gaze.

Love, devotion, longing and the thrill of the battle burned in Ivarr.

“Never, my Little Lamb.” He gave a crooked smile. “Not even the Gods can keep me away from you.” He promised.

#ac valhalla #assassin's creed valhalla #ivarr imagine #ivarr ragnarsson #ivarr #ivarr the boneless #ivarr fanfiction #ivarr x f!reader #ivarr x reader #ac valhalla fanfic #my writing

[heraldrydiculous]

380 Romanorse

#norse #roman #ivarr #four #r #khevron #heraldrydiculous

[wraithsoutlaws]

better be careful on the streets of northside, never know who you might find @dreamskug

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: dagger #ivarr #look at them !!