warseer

[warseer]

#mirror tbt.

[warseer]

ㅤ*   CLOSED .   ┊    @magicbestiarys.

❝  I  think  you’re  getting  rusty  if  I  could  get  the  drop  on  you  like  this  ❞  A  smug  expression  makes  its  way  onto  his  face  as  he  sits  astride  Drustan. The  suggestive  position  didn’t  stop  the  shaman  from  teasing,  a  hand  pressing  against  Drustan’s  chest  to  keep  him  in  place.  He  didn’t  show  any  signs  of  moving  until  the  other  made  him  move.  ❝  You  need  to  be  more  aware  of  your  surroundings.  ❞

#* drustan . #magicbestiarys #now for spiccy sparring

[warseer]

ㅤ*   CLOSED .   ┊    @magicbestiarys.

❝  I  was  cold.  ❞  Runer  breaks  the  silence  as  he  sits  beside  the  archer  in  front  of  the  fire,  his  furs  wrapped  tightly  around  his  shoulders.  He  could  have  tended  to  his  own  fire  in  his  own  tent,  wrapped  in  his  furs  and  blankets  but  as  much  as  he  hated  to  admit  it;  he  felt  lonely.  The  seer  knew  Liefr  was  on  watch  at  this  time  of  night  and  the  least  likely  to  protest  to  Runer  cuddling  up  beside  him.  ❝  I  thought  you  could  use  some  company.  ❞  He  murmured,  head  resting  on  Liefr’s  shoulder.

#* liefr . #magicbestiarys

[warseer]

↳  magicbestiarys:

“I don’t know. How does a war party sound?” But Stanislav settled back onto his rock and have a smug smile that was starting to become common place. A war party for a shaman that had lost his way, “Now that your curiosity is sated why not run to the protect of those fool men. I hope you’re rewardin’ them for te’ trouble.” Turning his body so that he couldn’t pay all that much attention to this shaman of Volk no matter how great the blessing was that didn’t mean that these commoners would be able to withstand a war party if someone let slip that the little shaman was here. 

Full  lips  curl  into  a  sharp  smile,  enough  to  dissuade  the  most  smuggest  of  smiles.  Runer  leans  in,  ❝  A  war  party  ?  Sounds  delightful.  It’s  been  awhile  since  I’ve  given  my  god  a  bloody  sword  as  a  tribute.  ❞  He  doesn’t  try  to  stop  his  eyes  from  rolling  at  the  comment.  He  didn’t  necessarily  need  their  protection  but  he  wasn’t  going  to  turn  down  the  security  the  camp  provided.  He’d  be  a  fool  to.  It’s  the  next  comment  that  leaves  the  raider’s  mouth  that  has  the  shaman’s  eyes  darkening  at  the  implication.  ❝  I  hope  you’re  not  implying  what  I  believe  you’re  implying,  raider.  It  be  a  shame  for  someone  to  find  you  here  gutted  with  your  severed  cock  shoved  in  your  mouth.  ❞

#* stanislav . #magicbestiarys #runer: i'll fuckin' castrate you

[warseer]

Requested by anon

#agnarr tbt. #rel. agnarr tbt. #mirror tbt.

[warseer]

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment - Liefr or Stanislav

  ———  ( NONVERBAL STARTERS  ; accepting !  )  *  @magicbestiarys

It  startles  him  seeing  Stanislav  like  this,  crouched  down  and  sobbing  as  his  body  shakes  with  emotion.  He’s  never  seen  the  man  like  this.  Stanislav  a  man  always  so  sure  of  himself  with  that  arrogant  smile  of  his  that  Runer  usually  felt  like  punching  off  of  his  face.  Stanislav  that  was  as  quick  with  words  as  the  seer  himself. 

Runer  takes  a  tentative  step  forward,  a  hand  gently  resting  on  the  blond’s  shoulder  before  he  sits  beside  him.  Arms  wrap  around  the  raider,  pulling  him  close,  a  hand  rubbing  his  back  in  circles  in  an  attempt  to  soothe  him.  Nimble  fingers  wipe  away  a  tear.  ❝  Shh,  I’ve  got  you.  I’m  here.  ❞

#i did stanislav because i feel like that's more surprising to runer #wow this is so soft #magicbestiarys #* ic answers .

[warseer]

#body tbt. #mirror tbt.

[warseer]

Take your finger,

Press it to your throat,

Feel the power thrumming under your skin.

#* study .

[warseer]

#* mannerisms .

[warseer]

*  DRABBLE   .

because  i  like  causing  @magicbestiarys  pain.

❝   MARRY  ME.  ❞

It  always  ends  like  this,  every  one  of  their  meetings  whether  it  be  in  the  middle  of  the  day  or  in  dead  of  night;  their  intertwined  bodies  highlighted  by  firelight.  Agnarr  always  asks  afterwards  without  fail.  Runer  didn’t  need  to  be  an  oracle  to  predict  that.  The  seer’s  fingers  don’t  still  as  they  resume  their  task  of  tying  his  hair  back  once  more.  He  tries  not  to  give  into  the  temptation  the  larger  man  lying  behind  him  presents.

❝  My  answer  is  still  no. You’re  going  to  marry  some  beautiful  woman.  Probably  the  daughter  of  another  chieftain  because  your  father  says  so. ❞  There’s  not  much  better  he  can  do  than  marrying  the  son  of  the  most  powerful  chieftain  in  the  region  but  he  knows  it  is  not  a  match  his  mother  will  accept  for  the  simple  fact  that  Agnarr  makes  him  happy.  No,  she  already  had  her  own  plans  for  him. 

❝  You  won’t  love  her,  not  at  first.  She’ll  nag  you  enough  that  you  will  join  raiding  parties  just  get  away  from  her  endless  harping.  ❞  There’s  a  gruff  laugh  from the  larger  man  still  sprawled  out  on  their  bed  of  furs  on  the  forest  floor  and  Runer  shares  his  amusement.  ❝  Of  course  she’ll  weep  when  you  leave.  ❞

❝  What  use  do  I  have  for  a  woman  who  cannot  carry  a  shield  and  an  axe. That  can’t  stand  beside  me  in  a  shieldwall. ❞

❝  She’ll  give  you  children.  ❞

❝ You  could  do  the  same,  little  fox.  ❞

Agnarr’s  fingers  still  idly  tracing  patterns  along  the  skin  of  his  lover’s  back  as  he  speaks.  His  lover  is  as  stubborn  as  a  mule,  this  Runer  knows  and  cannot  help  but  love  him  for.  Runer  lets  out  a  quiet  sigh  before  turning  towards  him,  a  thigh  straddling  another  naked  thigh  and  large  hands  sliding  to  grip  his  hips.  They  slot  together  perfectly,  Agnarr’s  hardness  sliding  against  wet  skin.  A  quiet  gasp  leaves  the  seer’s  lips  as  the  other  man  breeches  him.

He  leans  down  until  their  lips  are  mere  centimeters  apart  and  whispers,  ❝  you  won’t  love  her,  you’ll  still  whisper  my  name  when  you’re  inside  her  and  she’ll  hate  me  for  it.  Her  husband’s  former  love  that  he  cannot  seem  to  forget.  ❞  Agnarr’s  nails  bit  into  the  flesh  of  his  hips  as  they  rock  against  each  other.

❝  But  one  day,  she’ll  give  you  little  warriors  and  beautiful  girls.  For  this  you  will  love  her  for.  She’s  a  strong  woman  that  stands  beside  you,  not  behind  you  and  a  day  will  come  when  you  cannot  remember  my  name;  let  alone  my  face. ❞

❝  And  you’ve  seen  this,  is  that  it  ?  ❞  He  knows  by  the  tone  of  Agnarr’s  voice,  though  strained  and  panting,  the  man  is  only  teasing  him.  He’s  the  only  one  Runer  knows  that  does  not  ask  him  for  answers  from  the  gods.  No,  he  only  ever  asks  for  Runer’s  own  thoughts. 

❝  No  Agnarr  son  of Hjalmar,  this  I  know.  ❞   His  lips  crash  against  the  other’s  bringing  an  end  to  the  conversation,  the  air  of  the  forest  now  filled  with  the  sounds  of  skin  slapping  against  skin  and  quiet  cries  of  pleasure  once  more.  He  can  only  hope  that  it  will  not  shatter  him  when  Agnarr  forgets  him.

#* drabbles . #nsfw

[warseer]

“He’s a Saxon, he’s a traitor, he’s an enemy.”

#!!!! #agnarr tbt.

[warseer]

#mirror tbt.

[warseer]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

#* meme .

[warseer]

— alexander dreymon rp icons.

under the cut, you will #29 roleplaying icons,of alexander dreymon in the last kingdom. these were all made by me, so don’t claim as your own. these are for roleplaying purposes. like & reblog if you’re saving.

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#* resources . #the fact that there's so little for him is a crime

[warseer]

Discovering  the  hot  spring  had  been  a  small  blessing  that  he’d  be  sure  to  thank  the  gods  for  later.  As  much  as  he  didn’t  mind  a  cold  bath  it  was  a  nice  change  to  bathe  in  warm  water  and  not  experience  the  biting  cold  of  the  rivers  near  camp.  

He  runs  his  hands  through  damp  hair,  a  pleased  sigh  escaping  his  lips  as  he  breeches  the  surface  of  the  water.  A  quick  glance  thrown  over  his  shoulder  at  the  other  man  redressing.  ❝  Do  not  rush  me,  Drustan.  I’m  sure  you’re  more  than  capable  of  hunting  on  your  own.  ❞  He  could  always  find  the  other  man  later  when  Runer  had  his  fill  of  swimming.

He’s  content  to  ignore  the  bickering  between  his  two  companions  as  he  wades  through  the  water  but  the  comment  from  the  archer  brings  a  small  snort  of  amusement  from  the  seer.  He  wasn’t  blind  to  the  glances  from  Drustan  every  now  and  then  in  camp,  he’s  even  caught  the  swordsman  staring  a  few  times.  Incidents  that  always  earned  an  arched  brow  and  comment  from  him.  Runer  swims  towards  the  shore,  resting  his  arms  on  the  land.

❝  You  should  join  us,  Liefr.  The  water’s  warm  for  once.  ❞

@warseer - didn’t order a winter starter thing but …. i don’t care

He’s pulling back on clothing from a freezing cold bath that would have killed him if he hadn’t found the cave that had the hot spring in it. Shelter was key and he’d have to show the others but for now he’d go pester Runer, who was likely in the hot spring. “Runer, get dressed. We have some hunting to do.” He had brought the small sack of coins with him from when he had received a reward in the war. “It’s about Yule time and I want to go see if we can find something to give the kids.”

He waits for a quip but that’s also why he’d “conned” Runer to come with him instead of Liefr or any of the other men. Of course that doesn’t last as a cough in the distance makes him sigh. “I could have sworn I asked you to go hunting. Or scouting. Or anything else.” As Liefr appeared in the cave. 

“Yes, and leave you with Runer? No there was a group decision and I got sent to make sure you weren’t doing anything.”

“….. I’d rather die.” 

“That’s not what you said last night.”

#* liefr . #* drustan . #magicbestiarys

[warseer]

#aes tbt.

[warseer]

there is nothing poetic about clawing at your chest, trying to empty yourself of these poisonous words, coming up with nothing in your palms but blood.

excerpt from four things echo knows to be true | published in UNMYTHOLOGIZE (via inkmagician)

#* study .