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Ivar the Boneless⁽ᴿᴾ⁾
@heirofodin.bsky.social
Fan Account ● Parody ● Roleplay ● Preferring English ● 18th Century AU ● not affiliated with Alex/Vikings ● Pre-Shipped ● Selective ● Written by #Carpathian
The kitchen smells deliciously like chocolate, and a little burned.

This cake reminds him of something...
May 29, 2025 at 12:30 PM
He has also ordered a small bouquet to be brought to @ladythaliarp.bsky.social. Something soft and gentle for this spring.
May 29, 2025 at 12:23 PM
Today, @acrimsonrose.bsky.social will wake up to find a dramatic bouquet on her dressing table. Because she deserves more flowers.
May 29, 2025 at 12:21 PM
And he also ordered a seamstress to bring her best fabrics and pearl strings for new curtains.
April 26, 2025 at 10:40 PM
He had no idea what to get @acrimsonrose.bsky.social for her birthday. But as he was passing through York, he ended up at a glass artist's shop. And he saw something that he deemed perfect. A chandelier. An unusual gift maybe, but he hopes she will like it.
April 26, 2025 at 10:40 PM
He will immediately have her some new dresses made.
March 6, 2025 at 8:37 PM
< from a long forgotten time, who once were baptized here, or buried here.

Behind a column, she can make out a figure in the shadows, just a ghost, always disappearing when she tries to focus on him. But he looks quite similar to Benedict, the vampire...
March 2, 2025 at 5:42 PM
< Below the cathedral lies the crypt, on of the rare gothic crypts. It is far more peaceful, but not too dark either. Candles give extra light to the room which only has tiny basement windows.

And there she feels it, an old presence, much older than the cathedral itself. Past kings >
March 2, 2025 at 5:42 PM
< feels dizzying, so high is the building. The beauty and massive size of the cathedral were almost too overwhelming.

After a while, she retreats to a side aisle, and then finds a door, a staircase downstairs. >
March 2, 2025 at 5:42 PM
The eyes of the statues seem to follow Thalia's steps, as she enters the door with the number MCCXX above.

The inside is breathtaking. The colorful windows catch the light and cast it inside in a flickering, colorful shine, like pieces of rainbow. Looking up towards the ceiling >
March 2, 2025 at 5:42 PM
< As Emma enters, she finds a small table set with cheese and apples, and a pitcher of wine. Will she see it as an invitation and take a bite?
March 2, 2025 at 5:16 PM
< incense holder decorated in enamel.

On top of the heavy wardrobe she finds a jewelled brooch among dried flowers, lavender, rose petals, and sage, which all subtly add to a good scent in the room.

Back outside, and to the other side of the house, there is the kitchen. >
March 2, 2025 at 5:16 PM
< French countryside. Across the room, there is a window niche with delicate glass windows. A luxury at this place and time. Cushions are placed on the stone benches to make sitting there comfortable.

To the left is an archway to the master bedroom. It smells of incense, coming from a small >
March 2, 2025 at 5:16 PM
< and it was the throne of Charlemagne that stood in the cathedral - wooden, simple, almost laughably ordinary under all the splendor and shine.

Nearby stood some priests, whispering quietly, that the end was near. Soon the empire would break apart.
February 28, 2025 at 7:28 PM
< of golden mosaics. It was once a palace chapel of Frankish kings, turned into a coronation hall, and finally, into a cathedral.

The door has led Benedict right into his home region, close to the time he had come from. But the Merovingians had already turned into the Carolingian dynasty >
February 28, 2025 at 7:28 PM
DCCCXIII... Benedict would have no issue reading the Roman numbers now. They glow golden, as the gates open. The empty stares of the lion door handles look inside, to a building only about a century and a half younger than Benedict. He steps onto Roman marble, a perfect octagon, with a ceiling >
February 28, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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February 28, 2025 at 2:39 PM
You have a recurring dream. You walk down a long corridor, and to your sides are doors. Each door looks different. Each has a Roman number above. MCXX... But when you try to focus, the writing blurs, the letters dance.

Today you're in this dream again. And today, you enter a door.
Which one?

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February 28, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Somewhere like this...
January 26, 2025 at 8:23 PM
𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

Following this account gives me access to your unt@gged TL posts.
If I see something inspiring, I may react. Feel free to do the same.

《 contact writer if Ivar gets out of control - writer ♡s you 》
January 25, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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