Writing Websites

Writing Websites

1. a website with a list of superpowers and what they are

2. a website that generates random au ideas

3. a website that generates names, basic info and futures in a bunch of languages

4. a website that checks your grammar

5. website that lists types of execution in the states

6. a website with info on death certificates

7. a website with info on the four manners of death

8. a website with info on the black plague

9. website with information on depression

10. a website with info on the four types of suicide

11. website that lists famous quotes

12. website with different kinds of quotes

13. a website with info on food in every country

14. a website with a list of different colors

15. website with a list of medieval jobs

16. website with a list of fabrics

17. website with a list of flowers and pictures

18. website with a list of flowers and no pictures

19. website with a list of poisonous plants

20. website with a list of poisonous and non-poisonous plants

21. website with a list of things not to feed your animals

22. website with a list of poisons that can be used to kill people

23. website with info on the international date line

24. website with a list of food allergies

25. website with a list of climates

26. website with info on allergic reactions

27. website with info on fahrenheit and celsius 

28. website with info on color blindness

29. website with a list of medical equipment

30. website with a list of bugs

31. website with an alphabetic list of bugs and their scientific name

32. website with a list of eye colors

33. website (wikipedia sorry) with list of drinks

34. website with a list of religions

35. website with a list of different types of doctors and what they do

36. website (wikipedia again sorry) with a list of hair colors

37. website that generates fantasy names

38. website with a list of body language

39. website with a list of disabilities

40. website with an alphabetic list of disabilities

YES! I am so here for older reader x ivar!

Grown & SeXY - Chapter 1

Header made by the talented @flowers-in-your-hayr​

For @youbloodymadgenius for your 400 Followers Writing Challenge.  Congrats on your success!

Genre:  Romance/Comedy

Pairing:  Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language/mild angst/Sexual content

Rating: M

Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love.  Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about a midlife crisis and arm candy.

A/N:  I got the concept for this story from a conversation I was having with @youbloodymadgenius​.  I hope I do it justice.  This story is for you!

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Oh we all know Ivar ain’t going to spare Erik. Boy stop playing!

A Nun’s Tale: Part 2.

Please comment if you like, always love to hear your thoughts & suggestions!!!<3 

Read the previous: Expo, Part 1

Tags: @youbloodymadgenius​ @youaremyfamiliar​ @poisonous00​

TW: NSFW, Attempted rape \ assault, language.

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“You asked to see me, my king?” You ask as soon as you enter the great hall. Ivar’s eyes are already on you, intense and protruding. You bite your lip and await further instructions. Ivar finishes the last bit of food in his mouth before his gloved hand waves you over, you nod and walk closer.

“Why all the formalities, Y/N? I don’t understand. I have said this many times before.” he asks, seemingly frustrated. 

Truth is, not long after you were taken, you’ve started developing complicated feelings towards your capture. You were taught to hate and fear all heathens, but after almost two years in captivity, you’ve learnt there were many shades of grey between black and white. And many sides to the Boneless King.

So the formalities were necessary to put some distance between you two, even though you knew Ivar’s broke through to you more than any other man before. But also because you weren’t the most popular face in Kattegat. Many people still thought of you as a slave, or worst, an enemy. A nun who got down on her knees in front of a makeshift cross and prayed to a different god. But Ivar allowed it and you simply tried not to shake the boat as you went about your business.

When you were alone with him, however, that’s when things became truly complicated. You’d sit together, tell stories, laugh…Ivar would drink and his lips soon became a little too loose. He ever shared a couple of secrets every now and then. He trusted you. And you did not want to become his weakness. You did not want to become the one thing his enemies could exploit to harm him.

Looking down, you didn’t say another word. Ivar put down his cup of ale and waved off his guards. “Leave us.” his words were gruff and he was clearly dissatisfied. 

“Sit down.” his voice ordered like satin over ice. You swallowed and obeyed, sitting before him.

“What seems to be the problem, Y/N?” he asked in a husky whisper, turning his body closer to you. You could smell the drink on his breath. 

“Please, my king…I…” you stutter, Ivar’s fist collides with the table surface loudly. “Do not! Call! Me! That!” he roars, causing you to flinch. Then he inhales, closing his eyes slowly. “I do not want you to act like a slave anymore. I do not want you to call me ‘my king’ and frankly I would appreciate it if you stopped following all those…Christian customs. It’s been two years, Y/N. How much longer do you think you’ll need?” Ivar spoke fluently, and when you dared to look into his eyes you realized he was saying a lot of things, things that he’d probably kept in for a long time before finally letting them all out. 

“You don’t understand.” Your voice is weak as you look away.

“Enlighten me then.” he insists.

“I have…thoughts.” you mutter. Ivar’s eyebrows immediately lift up, but he waits.

“I am not viking. I can’t look at you and have these thoughts. I can’t do all those things that you do…I…I do not want to jeopardize your status. They see the way you treat me, Ivar.” You say, eyeing the guards outside.

“They know I favor you for your interesting stories and…different point of view, Nun. You need not worry, Y/N.” Ivar says proudly with a dismissive smile.

You swallow the insult in a compliment’s disguise soundlessly. He said he merely favored you, even though you’ve just admitted to having feelings for him. After all, he is the king of heathens. A ruthless, blood thirsty king.

So what were you thinking? What did you expect? 

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The following day, Earl Frodi and his warriors decide to visit Ivar’s hall. Before nightfall a feast begins, to celebrate their visit and a new fruitful alliance. Many other Earls sit to the tables with their men, and you greet the ones you’ve met before humbly. For the past year the word of Ivar’s nun traveled all across Scandinavia and many curious pagan leaders wanted to meet a Christian in person. The ones who were not hostile but merely intrigued were allowed to hear your story, but Ivar had to be present at all times.

One of Frodi’s men had always expressed special interest in you, and since they were allowed, on more than just one occasion, to speak to you - his warrior, Erik, knew your story well enough. Whenever he was around he watched you from afar, and whenever Ivar was not around he even dared to speak to you. Erik tried to remain cordial every time - but deep down you were afraid of what he might do if he ever caught you alone.

And that night was the night.  

“Skol!” The men roared as the evening progressed. Most of the men and women were already full, sitting and laughing and telling raiding stories. Drinking held very little appeal in your eyes and so you gave Ivar a look, he nodded in mutual understanding and you got up to leave. 

Your little world was a small cabin connected to Ivar’s bedroom. It was built in a way so that the only entrance was through his bedroom. With no other doors and a very small window inside your space. In there you had your bed, your bible, a table, and whatever little belongings you’ve collected during your stay in Kattegat. 

Peeling your robes, your eyelids grew heavy, but suddenly someone’s close proximity had you back on high alert. Turning, you could see Erik smiling down on you mischievously. You could smell the ale on his breath. 

“Hello, nun.” he said gruffly before his hands grabbed your cloth, tearing at the fabric abruptly. “I’m going to fuck you now, after all this time.” he announced as the dark fabrics fell to the floor, leaving you naked and shocked. You couldn’t even cry or scream.

Erik grabbed you by the throat, then tossed you on the bed roughly. Just as he was about to climb on top if you, you screamed. A scream so loud you thought it invoked the thunder. Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was a coincidence. 

In the meantime, Ivar was moving restlessly on his throne in the great hall. The thunder had unsettled him. It was as if the mighty Thor was calling to him. And he could not ignore his call. 

Climbing down, he used his crutches to step away. His mobility was significantly slower, but he didn’t care. He liked walking. 

As soon as the troubled king walked into his bedroom he could hear the cries. His blood boiled, roaring in his veins as the thunder rolled and roared outside. For a split second, he was scared of what he might find in there. He recognized that voice. He cared for the nun. He might have even…

Ivar’s eyes were sharp as he studied the scene before him, Erik taking his clothes off. His favorite nun stripped bare on the bed - shaken and frightened.

“So which one is it, Y/N? Do I let him rape you now, just to prove a point…to let the people know I don’t care about you? That you are not my weakness?” Ivar asked contemptuously as he finally glimpsed at Erik, who was shocked to have been found. “Or do I kill him and save your precious…virtue?” His other question was dismissive, as if it meant so little.

But your virtue meant everything to you. And Ivar knew it too.  

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I think Freya was faking sick and trying to parent trap Reader and Ivar together! 😄

Chance Encounters Part 1

Modern Ivar x Reader

Summary - Reader has moved into a new home after finally breaking free from a toxic relationship. She has a chance encounter which leads to her meeting Ivar.

Warnings - initial talk of an unhappy relationship and how it ended, cheating, language, mentions of drinking. Plus you may have to forgive me if I get a few things wrong when it comes to the professional advice Ivar gives reader but I did do some research and I have three furry friends myself so I have some experience caring for them.

Words - 4000 approx.

Looking around your new home you were pretty satisfied with the progress you’d made so far. In the far corner of the room lay all the empty and flattened moving boxes you’d worked your way through. Almost every room was set up now, except for your bedroom.

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“You think you have the ability to steal her from me?”

I’d be like CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! 😆😆

- Ubbe thinking you’re hitting on him and trying to seduce him, but you correct him that you’re actually hitting on his wife Torvi💓👀

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Ubbe walks up to you as you’re refilling your cup of ale, glances over his shoulder to make sure no one’s watching him, including his wife, as he places his hand on your hips. You jump in surprise and step out of his touch. “What are you doing?” 

He frowns at you. “I know what you’re doing, (Y/n),” he whispers, stepping closer to you as you slowly take a few steps backward away from him. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little flirts, how you’re trying to seduce me. Why are you pulling away now?” he questions, his words only confusing you. 

“Wait, you think I’m hitting on you?” you ask back. You both frown at each other before you laugh, realizing what’s going on. “Don’t flatter yourself, Ubbe. I’m not flirting with you. I’m...” you trail off, bite your lower lips and glance over his shoulder to Torvi, his wife. 

He follows your gaze and realizes what you’re talking about. “You’re hitting on Torvi,” he finishes for you, making a small blush creep across your face as you take a sip from your drink. “You fancy my wife?”

“Can you blame me? I mean, she’s an amazing woman,” you say, looking back at her as a smile grows on your face. “You’re lucky to have her for your wife. And I swear to the Gods, if you fuck it up, I won’t hesitate to steal her from you.”

He chuckles, folds his arms over his chest and shifts on his feet. “You think you have the ability to steal her from me?”

“Oh, I do, Son of Ragnar. Because no one understands a woman better than another woman.”

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