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MJ Song Categories: Solo Artist Edition

Songs containing an inspirational or powerful message (political or otherwise):

  • Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’
  • Man in the Mirror
  • Jam
  • Heal The World
  • Will You Be There
  • Black or White
  • Keep The Faith
  • They Don’t Care About Us
  • Money
  • Shout
  • Why You Wanna Trip On Me
  • Heal The World
  • Cry
  • What More Can I Give
  • We’ve Had Enough
  • Earth Song
  • On The Line

Songs about children:

  • Heal The World
  • Do You Know Where Your Children Are
  • The Lost Children
  • Little Susie
  • Speechless (according to MJ himself)

Song about his own children:

  • You Are My Life

Songs about women:

  • She’s Out Of My Life
  • Rock With You
  • Girlfriend
  • Human Nature
  • Carousel
  • Nite Line
  • Loving You
  • It’s The Falling In Love
  • Workin’ Day And Night
  • Baby Be Mine
  • The Girl Is Mine
  • Got The Hots
  • Hot Street
  • P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
  • The Lady In My Life
  • Billie Jean
  • Behind The Mask
  • Liberian Girl
  • The Way You Make Me Feel
  • Dirty Diana
  • Fly Away
  • Streetwalker
  • Chicago
  • Remember The Time
  • She Drives Me Wild
  • Dangerous
  • If You Don’t Love Me
  • Can’t Let Her Get Away
  • Who Is It
  • In The Closet
  • Work That Body
  • She Got It
  • Serious Effect
  • Give In To Me
  • Just Good Friends
  • I’m So Blue
  • Fall Again
  • Beautiful Girl
  • You Are Not Alone
  • Blood On The Dance Floor
  • Invincible
  • Heartbreaker
  • Break Of Dawn
  • Heaven Can Wait
  • One More Chance
  • Blue Gangsta
  • Butterflies
  • (I Like) The Way You Love Me
  • Whatever Happens
  • Don’t Walk Away
  • Slave To The Rhythm
  • You Rock My World
  • Superfly Sister

Songs stemming from his own personal experiences:

  • Billie Jean
  • Leave Me Alone
  • Speed Demon
  • Man In The Mirror
  • Price Of Fame
  • Why You Wanna Trip On Me
  • Will You Be There
  • Scream
  • They Don’t Care About Us
  • Morphine
  • Childhood
  • In The Back
  • D.S.
  • Stranger In Moscow
  • Xscape
  • Tabloid Junkie
  • This Time Around
  • Privacy

Songs about sex (or that could be interpreted as being about sex):

  • The Lady In My Life
  • Don’t Stop Til’ You Get Enough
  • Rock With You
  • Girlfriend
  • In The Closet
  • Superfly Sister
  • Nite Line
  • Got The Hots
  • Monkey Business
  • Break Of Dawn
  • 2000 Watts

Songs he covered that were made by other artists:

  • Come Together
  • Smile

Songs about violence, gang activity, war, etc.:

  • Beat It
  • Bad
  • Smooth Criminal
  • Al Capone
  • Little Susie
  • They Don’t Care About Us
  • We’ve Had Enough
  • Earth Song
  • Why You Wanna Trip On Me
  • Shout

Songs with a supernatural theme:

  • Thriller
  • Threatened
  • Ghosts
  • Is It Scary
  • A Place With No Name

Songs about dancing/having a good time:

  • Rock With You
  • Burn This Disco Out
  • Off The Wall
  • Get On The Floor
  • Hot Street

Songs that incorporate elements of Rock:

  • Beat It
  • Dirty Diana
  • Morphine
  • Give In To Me
  • P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
  • D.S.
  • (I Can’t Make It) Another Day
  • Black or White

Songs about some form of loss:

  • She’s Out Of My Life
  • Don’t Walk Away
  • Carousel
  • Gone Too Soon
  • Do You Know Where Your Children Are
  • The Lost Children
  • Little Susie
  • Earth Song
  • Carousel
  • Smooth Criminal
  • We’ve Had Enough

Songs about overcoming something:

  • Jam
  • Unbreakable
  • This Time Around
  • Keep The Faith
  • On The Line
  • Hold My Hand

Songs about Love (ALL forms):

  • Rock With You
  • Don’t Stop Til’ You Get Enough
  • I Can’t Help It
  • It’s The Falling In Love
  • Love Never Felt So Good
  • Baby Be Mine
  • The Girl Is Mine
  • The Lady In My Life
  • Human Nature
  • P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
  • The Way You Make Me Feel
  • Streetwalker
  • Fly Away
  • I’m So Blue
  • Liberian Girl
  • I Just Can’t Stop Loving You
  • Just Good Friends
  • Got The Hots
  • In The Closet
  • Remember The Time
  • If You Don’t Love Me
  • Someone Put Your Hand Out
  • Heal The World
  • Another Part Of Me
  • You Are Not Alone
  • Butterflies
  • Break Of Dawn
  • Loving You
  • You Rock My World
  • Fall Again
  • Beautiful Girl
  • Hold My Hand
  • Don’t Walk Away
  • One More Chance
  • Speechless
  • You Are My Life
  • (I Can’t Make It) Another Day
  • (I Like) The Way You Love Me
  • Best Of Joy

Songs about Injustice:

  • Scream
  • They Don’t Care About Us
  • We’ve Had Enough
  • Tabloid Junkie
  • Shout
  • Why You Wanna Trip On Me

Songs about pain (ALL forms):

  • She’s Out Of My Life
  • It’s The Falling In Love
  • Billie Jean
  • Dirty Diana
  • Leave Me Alone
  • Smooth Criminal
  • Why You Wanna Trip On Me
  • Who Is It
  • Gone Too Soon
  • Give In To Me
  • Price Of Fame
  • I’m So Blue
  • Dangerous
  • Slave To The Rhythm
  • They Don’t Care About Us
  • Childhood
  • Behind The Mask
  • You Are Not Alone
  • Stranger In Moscow
  • Morphine
  • Don’t Walk Away
  • Do You Know Where Your Children Are
  • We’ve Had Enough
  • Scream
  • Carousel

Songs exploring paranoia:

  • Thriller
  • Billie Jean
  • Dirty Diana
  • Speed Demon
  • Price Of Fame
  • Al Capone
  • Do You Know Where Your Children Are
  • Smooth Criminal
  • Dangerous
  • Who Is It
  • Morphine
  • Blood On The Dance Floor
  • Xscape
  • Threatened
  • A Place With No Name
Imagine Halfdan seeing you as a Goddess

Request:  Yay! I Love Halfdan! 😍 can the setting be in the 4th season of Vikings when halfdan and his brother first arrive at kattegat? The reader is Bjorn’s full blooded sister and half sister to the rest of the Ragnarssons. When Halfdan see’s her for the first time he thinks she looks like a goddess and wants her for himself but is surprised she’s the daughter of Ragnar! Also would it be ok to ask for smut? -Halfdan Girl
Note: I hope this is good enough?! My first one and immidiatly my intensed one.

Warning: No fluff but smut for a change.
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That stallion underneath you moved in certain moments faster than the wind. There wasn’t something that freed you more than that feeling. His hooves picked up the sand, throwing it up behind him in his muscular movements. Now that Björn was away, to find himself again, to test himself and your father was a little bit off on moments it was your task to keep him straight for Lagertha couldn’t come to settle things. You hated Aslaug as much as Lagertha did, making you a real treat for the queen of Kattegat. You pulled the reins and the stallion slowed down, cantering to the edge of that small cliff from where you had a majestic view over all of Kattegat. You petted the stallion on his wet neck before looking towards the bay from where you saw three ships approaching. You squeezed your eyes a little, looking before you pulled the reins over his left shoulder. ‘Come on.’ You said, walking down the small pat towards Kattegat. Everybody recognized you while you walked through the street towards the docks. The only daughter from Ragnar Lothbrok amongst his five sons. Giving your mother was Lagertha your reputation leaded back to her, making you a goods swordsmen and an even better archer. Although you were a woman, it was your destiny to lead someday ,because, like Floki putted it always …. It was written by the gods.

You tied the reins on a pole nearby a shed, petting the stallion over his head before leaving him while heading to the docks. You father stood there, with Aslaug and two little boys, Ubbe and Hvitserk. ‘Psst.’ They both turned their heads, looking thought the people surrounding the docks.
‘Y/n!’ Hvitserk yelled when he found you, moving his little legs even faster when Ubbe outran him. You wrapped your arms around their shoulders and smiled enthusiastically.
‘Who is arriving?’ You asked curious, pulling them with you back to Ragnar and his wife. Her gaze was poison, just like her heart was. You mostly ignored her and she hated that, what made it more fun to do.
‘King Harald.’ Ubbe answered. You knew king Harald, vaguely. Being so much with your mother pulled you away from what was important in Kattegat, certainly if your brother got involved.
‘Father.’ You greeted Ragnar. He turned his bald head, smiling, way to joyful.
‘Being my daughter you should visit more often.’
‘I do, you’re just hardly around.’ You fired right back. Hvitserk left your side, walking closer to the dock to where the ships were approaching.
‘I have a lot on my mind Y/n.’ He whispered so Aslaug couldn’t hear it. You turned around, looking for that new slave woman of him.
‘I noticed, where is your new girlfriend?’
‘She isn’t.’ He protested, with that eagerly mysterious smile on his lips. You only nodded, glad that she wasn’t around to poison his mind again. Woman liked to do that with Ragnar, influence him. Or he was just to weak towards the other sex. You let your eyes go back to the boats that were closely now. You recognized King Harald, because you saw hem some time back. You didn’t forget fast faces, certainly not faces like Harald, he had it out for more than only raiding and conquering, he wanted to rule. When your father laid his hand on your shoulder you looked back to him. ‘There will be a feast, you should get your mother and Kalf. We gonna raid Paris again.’ The euphoria in his voice made you smile.
‘Can I come then?’ You asked, flashing your eyelashes a little to fast in the hope it would look innocent. He embraced your face with his dirty hands and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
‘Off course, you should come.’ He announced before scratching his hand through Ubbe his hair. ‘You to.’
‘They are just boys Ragnar.’ Aslaug got into it. And that was your moment to leave. You walked back to the shed where your stallion waited and pulled yourself back in the saddle after untying him. You looked up to the docks where King Harald jumped out of his ship and greeted Ragnar with to much manors. He was followed by another man, his face just as tattooed like Harald himself, half shaved head with blond half long hair at the other half. His smile after his brother introduced him made you look a little longer. The man started to look around, you being on a horse putted that attention right at you. He just looked, like you did, holding each other’s eyes caged before you clicked your tongue and the stallion started to move again.

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minister-of-silly-walks  asked:

ZoLu in your star wars au! because i wanna know what they're up to. :D

Zoro leans back to watch as Luffy enters negotiations with another planet on Ace’s behalf in the depths of the Outer rim, his hands waving as he talks and Robin at his side to make sure that nothing goes awry.

“Shishishi,” Luffy says throwing himself at Zoro when he finishes up, burying his face against Zoro’s chest, sighing.

“Captain?”

“Recharging,” Luffy mutters. “Meetings are so boring, Zoro. All the beings are so long winded and I just wanna talk to them and get the stuff that Ace asks me to check up on.”

“I know,” Zoro says rubbing Luffy’s back. “I know, It’s hard, but I”m here if you need me.”

“It’s not right,” Luffy mutters. “Slavery is wrong, Why are they letting people do it?”

“Because they are horrible.”

Luffy snorts, “The worst. There,” He grins, pulling back from Zoro. “All recharged. Thank you!”

“You’re more than welcome. Where are we headed off to next?” Zoro asks following Luffy back to the Sunny, one had resting heavily on his swords, already knowing that it was weakness and suicidal to let his guard down here. “What’s the plan?”

“There’s a ship going through a trade route that we’ve been watching,” Luffy states, walking backwards to smile at Zoro. “One of the ones that we’re gonna destroy.”

“Of course,captain.”

Clip - “Slave” - at 17:50, 11.04

(Sana enters, hears a bunch of voices from the other room)

Sana: Hello?

Some guy (off screen): He’ll miss again. He’s tried like ten times, still can’t do it.

Yousef: Shh! Shh! When is it? Let me listen!

Elias: So throw!

Yousef: Relax boys.

(throws and misses)

Sana: What’s happening here then?

Mikael: Hey, we’ll get Sana to try!

Other guys: She’s gonna make it!

Adam: ‘Cause she’s actually a good basket player, compared to certain other people here, she can actually throw.

Elias: ‘Cause she learned it from me, right.

Sana: What are you talking about “learned it from you”, even mom is a better basket player than you.

Guys in unison: Oooh!

Elias: If you make it, I’ll be your slave for the whole week.

Some guy: Man, don’t do it.

Elias: I’m confident, I’m confident.

Sana: Drive me around wherever, clean my room?

Elias: The whole shebang.

Sana: Swear it.

Elias: Wallah, and all the guys are witnesses.

Guys: Nah, naah, ah you went there.

Elias: Chill, I’m getting it done.

Sana: What do I have to do?

Adam: Throw this so that you dunk it in the middle of the lamp at the exact time Snoop Dogg sings “Smoke weed every day!”

Sana: …just that?

Adam: She’ll make it.

Elias: But if you miss, you’re my slave for a whole week.

Sana: That was not a part of the deal.

Elias: Well, if you say “just that?”, are you afraid to fail or what?

Some guy: She’s gonna make it. It’s fair.

Elias: If you’re so self-confident so come on, then!

Sana: Give me the ball.

Adam: Now you’re regretting this, you’re gonna regret this.

Elias: I’m gonna do it, relax, hit the music.

Guy 2: We’re gonna see Elias cry.

Elias: Pity.

(starts music, the boys talk)

Mutasim: Shh! Shhh!

Elias: I’m never wrong, watch.

(Music stops, Sana throws, silence, and the music continues)

Guys: Aahhh! Noo!

Elias: That’s what I thought!

Some guy: Too soon!

Elias: Now, could you please make us some tea?

Sana: I’m not the slave of all your friends.

Elias: Yeah, but they’re my guests.

(Sana rolls here eyes, and walks)

Elias: Thank you, slave-woman!

(she turns and stares at him)

Elias: That came out wrong. I’m sorry. Chill. That’s was very stupid of me.

Adam: Watch out how you speak to your sister! She’s your sister!

(they starts squabbling about it)

Elias: Don’t butt in. Relax, relax!




Sorry for the ‘some guy/one guy’ stuff, I’m not able to differentiate between their voices yet..! Hope I got the names right. There’s bound to be some mistakes here, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! 

Anyway, that little look between Sana and Yousef? Mhmm guurl 😏

Quadruple Cross

This story is not a fantasy from one of my Tumblr followers. This is a story with all fictional characters and is a story about betrayal and backstabbing. I think every slave in this story will get their just rewards.

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Trixi awoke one morning in suspension bondage. Her wrists were in leather restraints tethered to a spreader bar attached to the ceiling. Her ankles likewise and her waist also had a leather strap also attached to the ceiling. She was lying in a horizontal position her back to the floor. She was wearing a head harness ball gag. She was naked save for a pair of open toed stripper heels. She clearly felt like a piece of meat.

Just the night before, she had been working at a gentleman’s club in Philadelphia, where she was a dancer and a stripper. She was 19, long strawberry blonde hair, 5'5", 110 lbs with nice titties and a nice ass, nice curves She was a real dick tease. On a good night, she go home with $2000 mostly in tips. She would dance naked and get guys worked up. But they could never touch her. Some customers would pay $100-200 to take her to the back room for a lap dance. Again Trixi would get the men worked up but they could never touch her. Not even in non private areas. Trixi had these men by the balls. And they would go home with blue balls.

One night, 2 men named Jason and Matt were at the club. They decided they wanted a lap dance. Trixi danced for them for about a half hour. Then she needed a break. Matt offered to buy her a drink which Trixi accepted. Matt bought her a sex on the beach. What Trixi didn’t know is that Matt spiked her drink with ghb, commonly referred to as a date rape drug.

After enjoying her drink for a couple minutes, she resumed dancing. After about 5 minutes, Trixi started feeling a little headed.

“Ooh, I gotta sit down. I don’t know if something was in that drink.”

“Mmmmm, might be” replied Jason

At that point, Trixi was still in a bra with thong panties and her stripper heels. Finally, after a couple minutes, Trixi passed out. Fortunately for Matt and Jason, the room was close to the back entrance and the two men dragged Trixi to their SUV and put her in the back. They then drove her to Mistress Samantha’s lair also in Philadelphia. Mistress Samantha ran a white slavery ring where she would kidnap young women and sold them into slavery. Jason and Matt were responsible for acquiring the “talent”.

Trixi awoke the next morning and immediately realized the predicament she was in. She tried to call for help all that came out was “mmmppphhh!!!! mmmppphhh!!!!!.

Then Mistress Samantha came out. A tall 6 feet in heels, nice, athletic, well toned body with long black hair. She was dressed in a black leather corset with garter belts attached to her stockings covered black leather, over the knee stiletto heeled boots. She wore no panties so her pussy and tits were exposed.

"Stop whining. No one’s going to hear you. You’re just going to accept the fact that you will now be spending the rest of your life as a sex slave. Yes, you are a sex toy. To be used and abused by men for their pleasure.”

“Mmmppphhh!!!” Cried Trixi. A sex slave she thought. I’m not a sex slave.

“Deny if you wish but that’s what you are. Look at you. Hung like the piece of meat you are.”

Mistress Samantha chose a riding crop to start disciplining Trixi. She walked around the slave for a couple of minutes. Making a slave wait and anticipate their punishment is probably worse torture than anything physical. Finally she took a seat at her tits. With each stroke, the blows intensified. Then Mistress Samantha worked on Trixi’s cunt.

“Mmmppphhh!!!!”

“Mmmppphhh!!!!”

“Mmmppphhh!!!!”

Mistress Samantha was an absolute sadist. And she knew how to inflict the maximum amount of pain without permanent damage or even heavy marks.

“You are such a brainless cunt. A filthy whore. A piece of meat” as Mistress Samantha enjoyed taunting her slave. She was an absolutely cruel mistress who enjoyed inflicting pain on her slave.

Then the Mistress put on a strap on dildo which big enough to stretch her slave. Mistress Samantha decided to fuck Trixi up the ass. Without lubricant.

“Mmmppphhh !!!!!”

“Mmmppphhh!!!!!”

“Mmmppphhh!!!!!”

As Trixi grunted

“You think I’m bad, the people I’m selling you to are ruthless. No mercy. No safe word. No aftercare.”

Around this time, Jason and Matt came in with a woman. She was wearing a black tank mini dress with matching stiletto open toed strappy heels. The two men were dragging her in. She had her wrists cuffed behind her back. She had a black leather hood covering her head and covering a ball gag in her mouth.

“Aah. We got our new slave. I think she’ll make us a lot of money as well.”

Too be continued

Imagine Ivar being the one who wants to take over your kingdom (part 6)

Part I: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157144945223/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part II: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157202649578/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part III: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157369890748/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part IV: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157495361018/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part V: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157687993918/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over

Summary: You are sailing back to Kattegat and you are nervous about it, certainly when Lagertha starts to asked questions. You give her a rather quick answer and Ivar is impressed. He offers you a deal, a new dillemma, for who will you choise, the vikings Gods or your Christian god?
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You were almost fully covered under a pile of skins and fur against the cold, shaking in the corner of the boat while the men sailed over open water. You weren’t just to this, the sharp wind hitting your face while your body moved on the waves of the ocean. You weren’t just to the cold. In Engeland you had a bed, a fireplace and servants who kept you warm whenever you needed it. But for days now you sat on a boat, amongst cruel men who wanted to spot you if they could but they didn’t for there was someone very protective about you. Ivar meant it when he said he would kill anybody who looked at you the wrong way. “Cold princess?” Hvitserk asked, crouching before you so he could find your face hidden between the fur.
“A little.” You answered. You learned he was the funniest one of the brothers, but he seemed also the biggest threat for Ivar. You didn’t had to look to know Ivar was keeping an eye on you from where he hanged over the side, mostly staring in the water.
“I could warm you up.” Hvitserk suggested. You frowned your eyebrows, not really reacting on it. It was true, they didn’t knew any shame in asking or saying things like that. 
“Don’t try it if you want to walk around with both your hands still on your body.” Ivar warned him. Hvitserk turned and you looked next to Hvitserk towards Ivar.
“Don’t want to make you angry, we all know what happened with the last brother who did that.” Hvitserk winked while standing up. He joked but you could see on Ivar’s face he wasn’t really pleased with it.
“Ivar.” You pulled his attention away from his brother towards you. Ivar turned his head, looked at you. You softly shook your head and he just gazed back to the water. When you were around other people he kept his distance, not admitting the affection he had for you, not showing that he cared. So for most of the men you were a slave, a princess that he kept hostage and used, nothing more. It hurted you in a way but it was something typical for him. You remembered what the priest had said, that you maybe were the one to show him the right path.

Ivar had told you some small things about Kattegat, actually arriving at it maked you anxious. From were you stood you saw the people coming together, yelling toward the boats, thanking the gods for their safe return. You felt a certain fear rising up in your chest, like everything smached together and making it hard for you to breath. “Remember what I said,” Ivar whispered. You looked at him, his eyes had a certain reassurance towards you. You nodded and looked back to the people. There was a woman who stood in front, two other womans on each side of her. The attitude she pushed through the surrounding was one of leadership. The boat knocked against the wood and Björn jumped out, walking toward the woman, caressing her cheek before he hugs her. Than he turned to the woman on the left who he kisses passionate. Ubbe did the same with the woman on the right. “And you have nothing.” Ivar smiled, taunting his brother. You looked at Hvitserk who rolled his eyes and pointed towards you.
“That doesn’t count, she is a hostage, for all that matters you use her against her will.” He reacted.
“I’m here on my own free will.” You clarified. Hvitserk looked at you, you putted your chin a little up to make your point.
“See, her own free will.” Ivar repeated your words. They carried him out the boat and you walked after him, not trying to get any attention. But they noticed, the woman noticed.
“Who is this son?” She asked Björn, holding her fingers against your shoulder so you had to stop. You looked up to the woman who studied your face and body.
“She is Ivars.” He answered with a promesing glare towards the youngest brother. The woman turned around, facing Ivar.
“Why do you bring her here? Is she Christian?” She asked. You swallowed and carefully looked towards Ivar, almost begging him to get you out of this situation.
“What do you care Lagertha. I do what I please, when I please, with who I please.” Ivar reacted defensive. “And you really don’t want to have me on your bad side. So,” he smiled, tilting his head, watching Lagertha with those cold blue eyes. “Let her go for I do something you will regret.” He warned her. Lagertha looked at you again, ingoring the threat Ivar just made. That was something you would never do again, ignore his threats.
“Are you his slave? Are you here against your will princess?” She asked you. Was it that obvious that you were a princess?
“It would surprice you, how he is.” You said, forcing a smile on your lips and walking away, ignoring the pressure of her fingers still on your shoulder. Ivar nodded approvingly  and gave Lagertha a last warning glance before his men carried him away. The rest of the walk towards a little house went without any accidents. Your eyes explored the surroundings, you saw animal heads on sticks, pigs running around free. There walked slaves by without looking up, you even saw a couple having sex where everybody could see it. Your cheeks turned red and you looked away, walking after the men from Ivar. They lowered him in the house and he crawled further. You closed the door and turned back to him only to see him looking at you with a proud smile on his face.
“You anwsered the queen of Kattegat and it wasn’t on a respectful way.” He still smiled.
“What? And you are smiling why?” You asked a little shocked. She looked important but a queen? What if she came after you? All kind of horrible scenarios crossed your mind.
“You learn.” He explained his smile. You frowned your eyebrows, crossing your arms before your chest.
“Not in the good way.” You murmured. Ivar pulled himself on a chair and shook his head, laughing.
“It is the good way, at least as you stay with me.”
“Not that I can run somewhere.” You pointed around while walking over to him. He harshly pulled you on to his lap, you gasped. “Why are you so distant over me in public?” You asked carefully. He looked at you, his hands on your legs, moving up under your dress.
“To protect you.” He replied.
“I don’t understand.”
“All those people here hate me for a whole lot more than only killing my brother. If I show my affection for you they will use you to get to me and thats not something I let happen.” He explained. His hands were on your hips, you tried to keep your concentration towards him. Was he that bad? That his own people hated him for the things he had done? But you nodded, understanding his words. Your eyes fell on his hair.
“Can I braid it?” You asked, with the corner of your mouth slightly up. He was surpriced by the sudden change from subject.
“Why?” He asked suspicious. You stroke your fingers over his already pretty long hear.
“Isn’t that what Vikings do? And I would love to?” You said with a soft low voice. He moved his fingers and you squeezed a little together, gasping for breath.
“If you let me make you a viking.” He maked you a deal. You moved a little on his lap.
“A true viking?” You asked small. Does he ment you had to give up your christian god? Another dilemma? Again?
“I want to go back to Engeland with you, confronting your father and showing him that he never should had locked up his daughter.” He pulled you a little closer, his fingers roaming your female parts.
“Ivar.”
“Yes?” He smiled cocky.
“Please?” You asked back.
“Do we have a deal Y/n?” He whispered against your cheeck.
“Yes, we have a deal.” You nodded, placing your lips on his, subbmiting yourself to him.

You stood in the forest facing Ivar. “Did you ever used a sword before?” He asked. Ivar was totally in the right mood, all morning teasing you and amused about everything you had to say about this village.
“Yes,” you answered proud, also energetic. “Hendrick showed me.”
“Who is Hendrick?” He asked immidiatly with narrowed eyes. You rolled your eyes.
“The boy your men killed when they found me.”
“Lucky for him then.” He grinned. Now it was your turn to narrow your eyes.
“What would you do if he still lived?” You asked not sure if you wanted to know.
“Same, only less efficiently.”
“I would hated you for that.”
“You hated me anyway.” He shrugged. He behaved so light over it. But you thought it was best to leave it that way so you looked at the sword again, putting it up, balancing the weigth of it in your hand. “Let’s see how much your christian Hendrick knew of this.” He challenged you. Hendrick was quite good, you thought at least. He had a high position within the guard … before he got killed. You looked at Ivar who had just so much enjoyment in this that you felt your courage already dropping. But you attacked, tried to keep your body light. But the first strike from him, with all that power, hitted your sword right out of your hands. You looked how it landed in the ground before you looked at Ivar again. He said nothing, he was just grinning full of confidence. You took a deep break and got you sword back, attacking again. Now you knew his level of power you could keep your sword a little bit longer in your hand. It was hard because he didn’t moved but is was possible for you to hit him at least once against the shoulder. You maked him a bow, smiling, a little proud of that one hit. But you weren’t just to handle a sword, after a time you felt your arms getting heavy while he was still not tired. He directed your sword away from you, pulling you closer pressing the tip of his sword against your throat. And in that exact moment you felt that little bit of fear again. His eyes looked so hungry, possessed almost and you swallowed against the sword.
“Still afraid?” Ivar noticed. He lowered his sword, his eyes already beginning to calm down.
“Sometimes.” You nodded. He pulled you closer, your sword fell on the ground when your chest maked contact with his.
“What do I need to do to prove you I’m not gonna hurt you?” He asked. You shook your head, looking of his face for more of that anger, but it was already gone.
“I know you won’t hurt me, it’s just seeing how fast you chance that makes me scared. Your impulsive Ivar, if I make you angry you just would trow an axe without even thinking about it.” You tried your best to explain. His face flattened and he looked to the trees for a moment. You saw he got some memories on his mind and he was thinking about it. “Is that how your brother died?” You asked careful, he only nodded. You cupped his face, turning his face back to yours, looking into his lost eyes. “Make me viking, tell me about the gods, learn me how to fight. If I become just like you then I have nothing to be afraid of. I’m not really scared of you Ivar, I’m just scared of what you could do. But if I can do it do than maybe,” You shrudded and pressed a kiss against his lips. You felt his body relax a little and you smiled.
“Are you willing to let your god behind?”
“For you, yes. My father won’t be pleased be it but neither was I when he gave me away to you for peace.” You said softly smiling.
“Do you regret it?” He asked. You fingers touched your throat for a moment.
“No, not really.” You dediced. The proud came back in his eyes and for the first time you felt a spark of real love for him. Yes, you would become a viking and you couldn’t wait to see your fathers face when you got back in Engeland again …

A finally timejump part when she goes back to England facing her father? Or … not?

anonymous asked:

Poor Leia, the only Skywalker without a fancy black outfit.

I’m sure Leia could easily get herself a nice black outfit or ten if she wanted to, anon.

But I’m gonna use this as an excuse to talk about color symbolism in various cultures.

Okay, so, if you ever spot Leia wearing black, you should probably start running immediately, because black on Alderaan is firmly associated with death, with destruction, and specifically with Torhu the Destroyer. It’s very nearly a taboo color on Alderaan: most people would never wear black, and if someone did, historically that would have been seen as a wordless statement that they were out for revenge.

For the probably two people on my dash who are into the Icelandic sagas, it’s something similar to a saga character putting on a dark cloak. An Alderaanian deciding to wear black is bad news.

On Tatooine, however, black is a color associated with strength, power, and freedom. The symbolism all arises from the connection of the color black with night. Night is the time of coolness, the time of relief, the time when the water comes. (Since most water is obtained through condensation, further assisted by the vaporators.) Night is also the time of secrets and the sacred stories that can save your life.

So when Luke wears black in ROTJ, he’s making a statement. He’s saying, “I am the sum of my stories, and more than them. I am a Jedi. I am powerful because I am free. And I bring freedom to others.”

I strongly suspect that Jedi Anakin wore near-black for similar, if subconscious and never fully realized, reasons.

The fact that Darth Vader wears black because his Master sealed him inside a walking iron lung is a bitter layer of unintended irony on top of all the many layers of irony Palpatine did intend. His slave is walking around dressed in the color of freedom.

(Of course, if we’re talking Double Agent ‘verse, all of this gets covered over in yet another layer of irony, where Anakin is Ekkreth the slave-who-makes-free.)

i. the burned man walks, the slaves whisper. joshua graham lives! the slaves tell each other, stories of the legion’s most feared legate, his dead name now reborn, a symbol of something they do not truly understand.

ii. deep in the darkness, he screams and screams until he tastes blood.

iii. the verse from an old, battered copy of the scripture, stuck joshua’s pocket:  and in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.

iv. his fingers leave gouges in the sand as he crawls, his belly against the ground, every goddamn nerve in his body swinging in sweet agony to him, every thought dogged by please let it end, let it end, let it-

v. he staggers into the chapel in town, leaving bloodied hand prints on the door. the congregation rise to see their prodigal son, their biggest mistake, their greatest love-

vi. water may be a new canaanite way of baptism, but blood is joshua graham’s.

War of Love (Lafayette x Reader) Part 4

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Warnings: Drunk, nakedness, poorly translated French

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They all cheered, and threw more and more drinks at you. Soon, your vision was blurred and you could barely stare at any of them straight. You blinked slowly, your eyes widening. Mulligan was resting his face on the table, barely moving. You pushed him, and he shot up, looking around quickly. Hamilton laughed at your antics, and stood up.

“I may not live to see our glory!” He started, staring at all of you. Lafayette, Mulligan, and Laurens joined in on his song.

“I may not live to see our glory!” They said.

“But I will gladly join the fight!” Hamilton yelled, standing on the bench.

“But I will gladly join the fight!”

“And when our children tell our story…” Hamilton’s eyes were glassed over, as if he was actually considering his future. He looked at Laurens, a sad look appearing on his face. The other three didn’t seem to take notice of this.

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