#Body Cool Mist Market

[teletubbyinlipstick]

            Unchained Melody

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Please enjoy it. It's an old draft from a couple of years ago. If anyone falls in love with this and wants to continue it, please dm me!

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Konohagakure was livelier than usual today. Civilians bustled here and there as they prepared decorations for the fire festival, a grand ball being held in town square. Food tables were being prepared, sectioned by clans; Yamanaka, Nara, Uchiha, and even the Uzumaki clan were making a grand appearance. A newly formed alliance of the Mist Village has them attending it too, their Mizukage traveling to Konohagakure. After the overthrow of the tyrannical Mizukage by none other than his eldest son; there has been prosperity in Mist. The economy is booming, and new alliances are being built. Zabuza Momochi was promising in his leadership, sharp around the edges if tales were true but just and kind in his ways. 

You parted from the one vendor to make your way across the street, partaking in light chatter as you helped set it all up. You volunteered every year for the fire festival, finding joy in the way the whole village comes together for one night. The Hokage, Minato Namikaze, was even lending a helping hand. While you respect the Hokage immensely for how well he leads, you find yourself avoiding him only because of how intense his energy can be. Sensitivity to chakra was uncommon but not unheard of. And it's mostly spotted in those hailing from a prestigious clan. So the shock of your parents when Y/N L/N, their sweet, civilian girl, showed chakra sensitivity was something to be remembered forever. There was but a small push from the Nara clan to have you join the academy, even offering a scholar. But your parents, mostly your mom, had put their foot down. Refusing her only child to go and be trained in the art of killing. 

For the longest time, it caused strife between you and her. Ten-year-old you whined about how you could be protecting the village or going on cool undercover missions. Ultimately, her will stood too strong against your nagging. And 11 years later you praise Kami for not letting you go down that path. As much as you respect those in it, watching a shinobi slit another man's throat wide open in the markets at just 14 years old, really threw you off. The man had been an enemy ninja, sent to kidnap Shikamaru Nara, he was chased into the market where he quickly met his demise. A core memory, though, was standing there with your apples scattered across the floor, a dead body bleeding out in front of you. Other civilians had at that point taken cover in shops, as is protocol. But you couldn’t move, couldn’t tear your eyes away from the dead body, until a kunoichi stepped in front of you, dragging your attention away. She was soft-spoken, gentle but firm as she escorted you into the small bakery beside you. Later, another Kunoichi would show up at your house, asking you questions about the incident and how it was affecting you. Your parents held your hand the entire time, crying when you remembered the way the blade slid across his neck, the gurgled noises as he choked on his own blood. His eyes would flash in all of your worst nightmares for many years after that.

But alas, you moved past it, and while there are nights you grab take out before you grab your kitchen knife, all is well. Now here you stand, 22, working at a Yamanka floral shop with community work on the side. Life is good, you have wonderful parents, wonderful friends, and you plan to have a wonderful night at the ball. If only the lanterns would actually cooperate and not hang weird every time you attached one to a string.  

  “Y/n, hun, do you need me to hang em up instead?” An amused voice called below you. Looking down, you watch Ino Yamanaka raise an eyebrow at your struggling. You stick a tongue out at her, huffing annoyedly as you hop on down the ladder, brushing yourself off. 

  “They just won’t stop wrinkling and hanging all weird.” Grumbling, you hand over the string line of lanterns, stepping to the side to let Ino take over. The blonde woman simply laughs, standing on the ladder. 

  “Maybe they don’t like you? How about you go take those flower pots to my pops, and I’ll finish this for yah.” You nod, excited to take a break. 

  “Hell yeah, where is he?” Hoisting up the flower pots, you balance them in your arms. They’re heavier than expected, you muse to yourself. Trying to readjust them to even out the weight. 

  “He’s up in the Hokage's office greeting the Mizukage on his arrival. Just knock and say it's from me, okay?” Ino doesn’t spare a glance as she perfectly hangs each lantern. A part of you watches in jealousy before hurrying off in the direction she told you to.

 Inoichi Yamanaka was a brilliant Shinobi and quickly made an advisory of the Hokage. It was no wonder he was at the Hokage's office. The building wasn’t too far, a 10-minute walk past the bigger shopping market and just east of the Konoha Police Station. Damn did carrying these pots make it harder though, huffing each time you have to stop and redistribute the weight of them. You round up the 3rd flight of steps, slightly out of breath and snapping at the chunin rushing by you, almost costing you a flower pot for his troubles. ��Just 2 more flights and you’re good.’ That’s all you could repeat to yourself, trekking on. 

Eventually, you found yourself in front of the Hokage's office doors, ANBU and jonin Shinobi stationed all around. Some of the headbands you recognized as the Konohagakure symbol, the others you could only guess were Mist. You shuffle nervously in front of the two ninjas guarding the door. 

  “I’ve been sent by Ino Yamanaka to deliver these to her father Inoichi Yamanaka.” The words felt like sandpaper in your mouth, nerves lighting ablaze at being under such scrutiny, shifting side to side nervously. The ninja on your right, a taller man with shoulder-length brown hair and a more boyish face raised an eyebrow; clearly suspicious of you. The other one, lanky and tall with spiky silver hair with a mask covering most of his face simply stared at you, unwavering in his intensity. It was a solid minute of tense silence before the silver-haired man stepped to the side, pushing open the door. Taking a deep shaky breath you walked by, not missing how his gaze narrowed just slightly. 

Damn Shinobi and their paranoia. 

 Inside the office was Yamanaka-sama, Shikaku Nara-sama, head of the Nara clan, and Mizukage-sama. Of course. you knew that in the shadows there were probably a dozen ninjas, ready for anything at any moment. All three men turned towards you, Inoichi perking up just slightly at the pots in your hands. Shikaku recognized you, of course, offering a small smile. You weren’t truly paying attention to them though, gaze caught in the Mizukages. 

Oh boy. Intimidating was a kind way to describe the towering man. Broad, muscled shoulders stood proud, chest toned from years of hard work. And oh did he tower over you, a clear 2 feet difference. Mizukage was imposing; he took up room and he demanded attention- no- respect. You don’t know how long you stood there, hands gripped on the flower pots, breath shaky from the long walk here and his stare. Your heartbeat was going a mile a minute, peering into the hands of a predator. Zabuza Momochi was powerful, his chakra a prickling sensation down your back. Instincts telling you to run, run away little deer. Don’t be eaten by the wolf. 

You almost listened, shifting back slightly, but was broken from the trance as Inoichi cleared his throat, calculating eyes looking between you and Zabuza. Flushing darkly, you swallowed and then bowed, shakily holding out the pots. 

  “Ino sent me to give you these.” Your voice only wobbled slightly, Keenly aware of the eyes burning into you. Feeling bared, like he could see right through you. Inoichi took them with ease.

  “Thank you Y/n, have you been helping with the setup? Is Ino busy?” He asked politely, relaxing his stance in your clearly nervous presence. You nod, smiling trying not to look at Zabuza again. Knowing you’d only be caught once more. 

 “Yeah, Ino actually is helping me with the string lanterns so that’s why she didn’t come herself.” 

  He nodded, opening his mouth to say something else but was cut short as Zabuza Momohi spoke first. 

 “Will you be at the ball tonight?” You almost get dizzy from how fast you turn to look at him. Eyes widened almost comically in shock. Zabuza's mouth tilted up in amusement at your reaction. Stepping forward and holding out his hand expectantly. Swallowing down the feelings churning in your gut you take his much larger, calloused hand, nodding your head yes. 

 “Um- yeah, I-I’ll be there.” The man only offered a hum, bringing your hand up to his mouth where he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. He never broke eye contact, and once again, you were caught in the hands of a killer. Smooth in his entanglement, a gasp left your lips, quiet, breathless. There was silence in the room for a moment, everybody waiting with bated breath to see what would happen; Zabuza still holding your hand.

The door to the office banged open, causing you to jump, retching your hand away as if burned as you swung around to see the commotion. Naruto, the Hokage's son, entered with his dad chattering excitedly about something you didn’t care enough to pay attention to. Turning back around, you bowed deeply to three men, excusing yourself. Missing the slight downturn of Zabuza’s lips or the knowing stare of Shikaku and Inoichi. You bowed to the Hokage and his son on your way out, flushed and keeping your head low as you scurried away. 

When you finally made it outside, you pressed yourself against the wall, out of view, as you held a hand against your racing heart. You thought back to his shoulders, his eyes, his hands that were so scarred and calloused from what you can only imagine is years of training; held yours so delicately, so gently. It was almost maddening, and, oh god, you cannot believe you just had that interaction with the fucking Mizukage.

 Ino was gonna flip when she heard about this. 

[ramayantika]

Pag Ghungroo Baje

couldn't find any suitable title :) this title is subject to change later on.

Writing this while revising for Human Anatomy & Physio. My mind is saturated so pardon me for lazy writing and errors if any.

CH-1

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

My kurti darkened as sweat stuck to my body, and the cool night breeze made me shiver slightly. I could still feel my damp hair sticking to my neck, and I cringed at the stickiness of my sweat-dried cheeks.

I definitely made a great appearance.

As I neared the society park, my heart raced. My eyes raked all over the park to spot the familiar boy. I could see a group of boys, all teenagers, standing beside the slides with badminton rackets. Some middle school kids and their parents were playing pakdam pakdai as their parents chatted with each other. Two girls were swinging on the U-shaped swings. There was no trace of a boy looking out for me.

Fetching my phone from my dance bag, I switched it on to check the time. It was already 7.05 PM, and I had to be home by 7.45 to freshen up and start studying. I had already informed my mother that I would take a walk after dance class inside the campus and then come home.

I began fanning myself with my dupatta and decided to wait for ten more minutes. If no one would show up, I would immediately head home and resume my studies. Scrolling through my news feed, I found an article headline about the stock market, which I ignored. Even the news feed grew tired of me scrolling, and my dry eyes began stinging a little.

I placed my phone back into the bag and looked up at the night sky. A few stars twinkled up there, and with them flew large, floating grey clouds that looked like mists. I traced the stars with my eyes, trying to find a pattern in their alignment, when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“You are the dancer, right?”

I snapped my neck too fast at the person behind me, causing me to wince a little at the sharp pain. Rubbing the skin gently, I nodded at the boy and said, “Yes, I am the dancer, and you are?”

“The biker.” The boy said it with a straight face that made me raise my eyebrows.

“Your name –  Mr. Biker? You said you would tell me today if I met you here in the park.”

Moving a hand through his hair, he replied with a charming smile, “Oh yes, I am Veer. D wing 302.”

Taking a step back, I said, “Woah! I didn’t ask for your address.”

Veer shrugged his shoulders. “I mentioned it because who knows when you might need it? The universe works in very mysterious ways after all, Sameera.”

I bit back a smile. Sameera's lips sounded beautiful, and, may I add, sensual? His deep, gravelly voice sounded poetic, or maybe like that of a romantic poet. His voice repeating my name echoed in my head, and I fought hard to stop a blush from forming on my warm cheeks.

'Sameera, you are pathetic,’ I said to myself in my head.

Veer, who was standing in front of me, was two heads taller than me. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt paired with sneakers, looked straight from a young adult romantic movie by Dharma Productions.

I cannot lie. Veer did look handsome.

On the other hand, I had nothing nice to enhance my appearance. If I were given a little more time, I would have freshened up before meeting him. Maybe fate wanted him to see me in a sleek, sweaty braid, drenched garments, and a mismatched dupatta lazily draped around my neck and shoulders.

“Which block is yours, though?” I heard Veer ask, causing me to drift away from all the handsomeness in front of me.

“Mine?” I scratched my chin. “Yes, it is block A-102.”

Veer’s eyes raked all over me, but it wasn’t a creepy gaze, but rather a very curious one. “You waited for me straight after your dance class?”

I blinked my eyes. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this question. “Uh.. yes. I have to anyway get home by 7.45, so I decided I would wait for you to show up. And if you wouldn’t have, then I would have gone home, and from the next moment onwards, I forgot I met a boy outside my window who caught me dancing.”

Veer opened his phone. “It’s 7.20, and you still have twenty-five minutes. Do you want to spend those minutes with me or spend them gazing at the night sky?”

My eyes widened with surprise. “Were you watching me?”

Veer scratched the back of his neck and gently nodded his head. “Yes, but you were looking cute, so I couldn't." Veer paused and looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same expression as mine. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Sorry, this might make me sound very forward, but the truth remains the truth after all.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at Veer, whose confident demeanour had flown out of his system. “And now you look really cute this way.”

The boy simply smiled and looked at the ground. His pinkish lips curled beautifully as he smiled, and my smile grew even bigger after watching him smile.

Who knew boys can be so adorable too?

“By the way, what do you dance?”

I sit down on the bench while answering. “I do Bharatanatyam.”

Veer’s eyes lit up. “I have a friend who dances classical too. She does Kathak though.” Glancing at the empty space beside me, he asked, “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

He sat down beside me but maintained a healthy gap between us. “Yeah, but I also didn’t want to accidentally invade your space.”

My face softened. There are considerate people still in this time and generation.

“So, what are you studying?” I asked while removing the dupatta from my neck.

“Engineering. Computer science. You?”

“Biotechnology.”

“Wow. Science and dance go together. That’s really impressive, Sameera.”

There, once again, I felt myself melt. I wanted to savour the sound of my name from his ips, and all of this sounds so weird, but I couldn’t help it. My brain and my nervous system were sending weird signals to each other.

“What hobbies do you have, Veer?”

Veer turned his face towards me. I observed his curly eyelashes fall so gracefully each time he blinks. “Nothing much. I like to read and maybe go sightseeing nearby when I feel like it.”

“That’s nice.”

We stayed quiet. Veer fiddled with his thumbs, and sometimes he would sneak glances at me, which I would ignore while smiling to myself. After a few minutes, I could hear the sound of buzzing crickets and croaking frogs. Veer looked at me, his eyes sparkling under the white street lamp above us, and said, “I moved here a week ago. I like this society. It’s spacious, and there’s a lot of greenery around.”

Moving my eyes around the flower bushes and trees lining the sides of the roads, I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The nights are really peaceful here.”

He smiled. It was a soft acknowledging smile, which made me smile too. We then turned our faces away from each other and moved our gaze to the front, silently embracing the comfortable quiet surrounding us until my phone rang up.

“Niche hai na upar aate vakt curry patta todke lana toh,” my mother said on the phone before abruptly disconnecting the call. I could hear the loud sound of the grinder, which meant my mother had begun preparing for dinner.

Veer, with a knowing grin, remarked, “Curry patta toh mujhe bhi lana hai. Let’s go together then.”

I pursed my lips and replied, “Do you really want curry patta, or is it just another excuse to spend time with me?”

Shrugging his shoulder, Veer ruffled his fluffy, wavy hair and, with a boyish grin, said, “Oh, I am here only to make friends. It’s my good luck that a pretty girl like you is the first friend I get to make.”

I got up from the bench and straightened my kurti. “Woah! Friends already?”

My mind fixated on the pretty girl comment, but of course I acted nonchalant about it.

“I am not into that acquaintance, then friends bullshit. Do log mile baat kiye hasi mazak hua aur dost banne.”

Shaking my head at Veer, I walked outside the park with Veer following me. “Chalo phir dost. Let’s get curry patta.”

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[Veer’s POV]

That night I saw Sameera dancing through her window. I couldn’t hear the song, but I could see her movements, her hand gestures and her lovely, bright smile. She was acting as a shy girl in love to whatever song she was playing in her room, but she looked really cute and I couldn’t help but watch her dance with a smile on my face though my rational mind deems it to be a very creepy action.

I watched Sameera lead me towards the small group of trees behind the junction between A and B block from where I could get curry patta. To be honest, my mother too had asked me to get a few curry leaves for dinner and I was about to ask the security guard for it but luck favoured me and I got Sameera.

Sameera, through the window looked adorable and her dance was good too, but in front of me, she looked ten times prettier. Sweat on women does make them appear hotter, though. I could see the light making her collarbones shine and my eyes carefully observed a lone sweat droplet move down her neck as graceful as Sameera’s hand gestures.

Later, when she wrapped the dupatta around her neck and shoulders, she looked even more cute.

Sameera switched on the flashlight on her phone and moved her neck diagonally upwards. Her eyes looked me through the corners and she said, “Just make sure that nobody catches you plucking these, okay?”

She plucked two branches, one for me and one for herself. Handing the curry leaves to me, she said, “Yeh lo dosti ka pehla gift. Curry patta.”

Thanking her, I took my curry patta from her and stepped back to move out from the dense shrubs around us that were brimming with buzzing mosquitoes. Sameera’s flashlight lit my way ahead because the dry twigs could easily make a person trip and fall down if not careful enough.

A few leaves crunched beneath my feet, and as I had barely walked four steps ahead when heard Sameera gasp. Immediately, I turned around only to find her laughing in embarrassment while twirling the dupatta around her arm.

“My dupatta made me trip a little.”

In concern, I asked her. “You sure? No cuts, right?”

She waved her arm, causing the dupatta to fly right in front of my face. “Oh, not at all. I didn’t fall down. It was only a misstep.”

Sameera looked fine enough, so I didn’t question any further. I lit my flashlight too and walked outside the clustered trees and shrubs with Sameera carefully marking her steps in the dark.

Taking a turn, we both now stood in the parking lot of A block. Sameera walked near the lift and said, “It was nice meeting you Veer.” She pressed the lift button and turned to me. “Hope to see you around.”

I loved her voice, especially when she took my name. Her sweet gentle voice made my name sound sweeter, and it made me feel warm in my chest. Giving her a two-finger salute, I replied, “Oh, you will definitely see me around. Until next time.”

She waved at me and stepped inside the lift. I watched her until the lift doors closed in front of me. I began walking back home while whistling all the way, my mind still thinking about the adorable Sameera, her voice and her illuminating smile.

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[blackfemfreak]

All By Myself pt.2

pairing: dom!Letitia x independent!reader

warnings: its nothing but smut, bffr😭

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In hushed tones as you rush out of the club together, you and Tish decide to go back to her place. She makes sure to take extra care opening your door and making sure you're settled before pulling off. The car ride is tenuous yet silent as both of your minds prepare for what the night will offer. Tish uses only one hand to control steer the ng wheel. The other is placed lazily on your thigh. “ so, i have a question," she begins, " what do you do love?' immediately, Your award winning smile plasters itself across your face. You didn't like to brag, sure, but if someone asked about your accomplishments you didn't feel the need to become shy. "I work for a fortune five hundred in marketing,” you state. This only catches Tish slightly off guard. She knew you weren’t regualr, she could feel it, but the mental picture of you in a two piece suit telling others to get their shit together added gasoline to the fire that was growing in her core. She kept her face cool as she navigated the streets to her home, all the while fantasizing about the woman sitting next to her. She absentmindedly gripped the flesh beneath her palm as her bottom lip found its way between her teeth.

“Is it hard?”

“No, after handing out tasks for so long you get used to running the ship. By now, I expect people to meet my expectations, and they do, otherwise they’ll have to hear me tear a hole in their ass in front of everybody.” you finish with a light chuckle. You weren’t trying to be a bitch, but time is money and the more thats wasted, the smaller your checks. You weren’t letting anyone stop your bag, not now, or ever. “So you run the show.” Tish cracks an amused smile and you couldn’t tell what was funny, but deep down, you knew youd find out.

After ten minutes more of absent minded chatter and questions, your attentiion moved to the home in front of you. Gated, three story, historical with a touch of modern technology it was beautiful. You only longed to have a home as beautiful someday but for now your penthouse bachelor pad would suffice. Tish is quick to come around the side of your door and open it, grabbing your hand so you can step out. And you do, following her to the entrance and letting your curiosity lead the way. The smart lights immediately turn on and dim, allowing you to get a clear look at the place. It’s even more beautiful on the inside, so you politely remove your heels and set them aside.

“You have a beautiful home.” you sputter out, still amazed.

“Thank you. It is a space where I can be who I am, so I care for it well.”

She takes your hand after locking up and leads you into the kitchen. “Would you like a glass of wine, or is tequila still your drink of choice?” she smiles mischievously. You mock the smart assedness she has on display before taking the wine bottle she’s pulled out of the cabinet and pouring yourself a healthy glass of champagne. Tish isn’t amused, in fact she’s noted now that this is the second time you’ve shown your blatant independence and inability to not take lead. Still, she says nothing as she pours herself a glass of champagne, no doubt thinking of the ways you’ll have to apologize later on.

The both of you sit at the kitchen island sipping your glasses and making small talk. Only then does it dawn on you that you’ve still yet to understand why her name sounds so familiar. The effects of the champage are slowly starting to cloud your thoughts, and you notice that it’s getting a bit warm. Tish must feel the same, because before you can speak up she’s unbuttoning her shirt and hanging it on the back of her chair. You watch as her toned arms flex with every move, and as she turns to look at you her abdomen follows suit. Her body is warm and you can tell from the mist covering her stomach that glistens in the light. She takes notice of your attention and smirks.

“My eyes are up here sweetheart.”

Tish’s hand comes up to grab your chin, making you hold eye contact with her. The glaze covering your lower lips is more than just a small puddle, and you make a mental note to thank god you decided against panties. The sexual tension between you two is heavy, and when you decide the anticipation of getting your quick nut is too much, you lean up and attempt to press your lips against hers. Tish is quicker though, and her hand wraps itself around your throat before you can get what you want.

“Careful, Y/N..you may come across to eager if you rush.” she speaks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, this isnt what you expected. You have no choice but to hold eye contact with her now. And you can fully see that you may have bitten off more than you could chew with this one. Her head lowers itself to your neck and you begin to feel the trail of wet kisses she’s leaving. Your back arches into her body, silently begging for her to touch you in anyway. You didn’t come here to play games, you came for satisfaction and youd leave here with it.

“You are such a beautiful woman,” she mutters under her breath while she continues her attack on your skin. You’re breathless, gasping everytime her tongue and teeth are satisfied marking in one spot and move to the next. Her other hand is sliding its way up the inside of your thigh, tempting your pussy with its distance.

“Then fuck me..” you bite out.

“Oh I intend to do just…that..” she’s pressed your back against the island and you feel her thumb find your clit between the folds of your soaking slit. A moan slips out as your legs open wider, your body doing the begging your mouth refuses to. Your eyes flutter closed as she massages circles into your clit.

“Shit..” you whisper under your breath. “See how easy it is…to get what you want…when you’re patient..?” She breathes through kisses.

Her face moves to hover over yours and you can barely respond through the moans choking themselves out of you. Your core is on fire as she works the nucleus of your being with just a thumb.

“Hughh…hughh…Tish…” you call to her. You can feel the beginnings of your stomach coiling, and your body is rocking against the stool you sit in, it’s not enough. The sensation is amazing, but you need more. And you move to coax her fingers inside of you, but suddenly the sensations are gone.

Tish watches, satisfied, as you pant and attempt to pull yourself back together. You can only breathe as you watch her stick her wet thumb, coated in your slick, into her mouth and suck. She turns on her heel heading to her bedroom, leaving you with the option to follow or go home.

You dont.

Instead you slide down from the chair on jellied legs, and follow. When you finally stumble on her bedroom, she’s standing in the shadows. You approach her, sliding your hands up her torso and around her neck. Tish smirks, using the closeness to pull your dress from your shoulders, kissing and biting where the fabric leaves. She takes her time letting her hands feel out your curves as she lowers herself, taking your dress with her. Once the fabric has pooled at your feet, she takes your body in all its glory. Sliding her eyes up your legs, over your hips and standing as they find your breasts. Her hands find your waist, ushering you towards her mattress until the back of tour knees find the plush of her blankets. One hand slides its way up your back and into your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling your head back. The heat in the room is stifling, but her gaze is warmer. She uses her body to press your entire body into her covers and finally your lips meet again. This time, she wastes no time exploring your mouth with her tongue.

She’s nestled herself between your thighs as your hands roam her torso, and the moment you reach for the button on her pants time stops. She’s snatched your hands and pressed them against the blankets above your head. Your dazed as she breaks the kiss to lean into your ear again,

“you will do as I say princess. no more..” she takes a beat to add pressure to the way your hands are held, “..no less..”

It only dawns on you now that this was not what you were used to. Where you had been used to controlling the situation, the tempo, barking orders and having things done your way, Letitia was determined to take lead. Now you more eager than ever. The slick between your legs had mutliplied, and you could feel the wetspot you’d created and were made to lay in. This was your doing, you had fucked around, and now you were about to find out just how good Tish followed through on her word. And part of you was excited, wanting her to fuck you more now than ever.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand finding its way back to your drenched pussy. “So this is what gets you hot, huh Y/N?” Tish taunted. “You need someone to show you when to fall back?” sne slides one perfect middle finger into your cunt, pumping your walls slowly. It was almost torture, knowing how quickly you wanted to cum and that you couldn’t because she refused to pick up the pace. It frustrated you to no end, but turned you on even more. “There’s only one way this ends, princess…” and as she speaks you feel a second finger enter. Your back arches as moans begin to climb their way out of your throat again. “you will crumble for me.” she states smugly, and her pace picks up. Its consistent, and you know she’s fucked countless others like this, but right now, its you.

“Yes Tish…yes, hughhh…” you moan out. Her fingers curl inside of you, searching for the spot thatll make stars explode behind your eyes. Tish is concentrated, her eyes drunking in the way your chest heaves when you like the way something feels..how you call her name as if youve had 8 cups of liquor, drunken and blissful. She didn’t need the ego boost, but watching this straightforward business woman succumb to the pleasure she gave was addictive. Her own drug and she was finding that she needed more…so she took more. Adding in a third finger she punped quicker, digging for your button. The sensation was intense, drowning you with every wave of pleasure that struck. So when the pleasure increased you took to yelling your praisies.

“FUck! Shit! Yes! Letitiaaaa!” you wailed. Soon your knees had raised and your body began to jerk. She had found it, the spot that would make you crumble. And you did. While she hammered into your sweet spot with her fingers, you let loose the release youve been needing for months. “Mmmfuck baby I’m cumming!! Hughhh shiiiiitt” you screamed through gasps. Letitia continued to work your cunt, only slowing to let you ride out your first orgasm. “Thats a good girl..god you look so beautiful when you fall apart for me..” she smiled nonchalantly.

After you had calmed down and began to catch your breath, you opened your eyes, searching for the devil that had taken your breath that easily. She, however, already had her eyes on you, cleaning your cum from her fingers. Those intense chocolate orbs had you captivated again. You dont remember the last time youve felt this vulnerable during sex before, but you missed it. “I…,” you began, “that was…ha..” you attempted to speak as she finished and began to stroke your legs slowly, massaging any tense feelings left from your orgasm. “Shut. Up.” she spoke. And there was no room for discussion, because she had grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the edge of the bed.

Before you could adjust, her head dipped between your thighs and you couldnt escape the moan you let out as her mouth found your cunt. There was no space to speak as she quickly began to slide her tongue back and forth along your clit. The motion caused you to jerk, your clit still sensitive. And without much recovery time, there was nothing you could do but take the pleasure. Your hands snapped to the curls set atop her head as you moaned out. At the the moment it was less about the tongue you could feel touching the sensitive parts of your body, and more about the view of the beautiful woman helping herself to your leaking pussy.

“Oh my godddd…fuck!” you yelled out. Her hands gripped your thighs, giving you no room to run from the lashing she gave your cunt. Watching became impossible, and you only had the sensation of her tongue sliding into you hole, digging the leftover orgasm from your insides. It was ruthless the way she ate like her life depended on it. And as her willing victim, you enjoyed every moment, egging her on.

“Pleaseeee!” “Right there!” “Shiiiiit its…its so good!!”

You had never been one for swearing, but the intensity of the orgasm building was moving at the speed of light. Soon you felt the familiar sensation in the bottom of your stomach, and you did the only thing you thought of..running.

“Fuuuuck!! Wait, wait, wait!” but it was too late. She wouldn’t let you move, no matter how hard you had thrashed. And she was rewarded when your body humped violently into her mouth, the squirt finding its way to her eagerly awaiting throat. Your scream was earth shattering, you could swear your heart had moved into you eardrums permanently the way it beat so loudly in your ears. After seconds, which felt like hours, she began to let up. Slowing her tongues moves until you were almost quiet aside from your heavy breathing.

When she pulled away from your thighs, her face was drenched. She smiled cockily, smacking tour thigh as she crawled up to kiss you. Any breath you couldve caught was stolen by the kiss again, but the taste of yourself on her tongue meeting yours was heaven. You sighed into the kiss before she broke it and rested her forehead against your own.

“You taste…amazing” she whispered. And the pure sex dripping from her words sent a shiver down your spine. You needed this. You had craved the release for two years, and damn was this worth it. But you had orgasmed twice, and she hadnt cum once, to your knowledge. “When…when is your turn..?” you managed to breathe out. She chuckled again before moving off the bed, leaving you covered in your own mess. Your eyes followed her until she disappeared in her closet. When you couldnt see her anymore, your let out a huge breath you had no idea youd even been holding. This kind of sex was dangerous. It was the kind that would have you popping up unannounced and stalking random girls’ instagram pages. And you never wanted to be that girl, but if Letitia kept this up, that’s exactly where you were headed.

The bed dipped pulling you from your thoughts and your eyes found the brown woman again. This time, her pants had disappeared along with her underwear, and in its place sat a black dildo connected to a harness. “You’re gonna strap me too?!” you yelled. At this, Tish’s demeanor broke and she let out a full laugh. You werent afraid, but the woman had already made friends with two of your orgasms, if she hit three, you were probably going to have to get married because there was no way you’d ever give this insatiable woman up.

“You asked when was my turn, right?” she asked. You nodded, keeping your eyes on her when she reached for a small black remote. “There’s a vibrator in this strap..since you’ve done so well, I’ll give you a reward. Whenever you press that button, the vibrator will stimulate my clit..do what you will with that information.”

With your new power, she leaned down to press her lips against yours again. There was a new power struggle behind it, and you took the opportunity to test your ability. Bzzzzzzzzz.

Tish felt the stimulation against her clit, and while her orgasm had been slowly building, the vibrator had shown to be enough to push her slowly over the edge. Payback was a bitch, and you tilted your head back as she buried her face in your neck, groans of pure ecstasy slipping from her lips. It was beautiful watching the scene unfold, but you got too bold. And without warning, Tish had used your last two orgasms as lube to slip right in.

“Hughhh, yesss..” you hiss. Tish leans her head up to make eye contact with you while you both struggle with the pleasure you push on one another. Your knees wrap around her hips as she begins a steady pace to hold off from cumming too quick. “The longer you keep it running, the longer I’ll hold out on your orgasm” she chokes out. Now you had an option, pass up another addictive orgasm by making her nut quick, or let her slut you completely out with no control. You were torn, and the slow strokes of Tish’s strap didnt help you think any better. Ultimately you hit the button again, stopping the vibrator, and Tish chuckled.

“Smart girl,” she spoke, “keep it up.” And then she was off. Thrusting with every bit of strength she had, she ripped screams of pleasure from you. She leaned down pulling your left nipple into her mouth while she pinched the right. The friction of her pelvise slamming into yours was euphoric, and all you could do is plead.

“Damnn! Baby, please! Pleaseee! Yes!”

Stroke after stroke Tish wreaked havoc on your body. After a while she held herself up on both arms, staring at your face. “Look at me.” she demanded. But you were too far gone to hear, so she grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes as she fucked into your dripping pussy. “You see how good I fuck you? You will never have this by yourself. You will never feel this amazing, fucking yourself.” Tish was riding the high of putting you in your place. She didnt need to know your life story, all she needed was to know that you were knocked down a couple of pegs. And to that her orgasm began to build more violently than before. Mixed in with the sound of your cries of pleasure, were her groans. The sound of her strap sliding in and out of you was pushing her over ghe edge, and you took note. She let go of your jaw, sitting up and putting your legs over her shoulder so she could continue to drill your insides. Sweat beads dormed on both of your bodies and as your back arched, you squeezed the forogtten remote in your hand.

“Tish..” you moaned out, “Baby!!” you were close, and you loved the feeling of having the wind knocked out of you by an orgasm, but this was different. Even though she had madd you her bitch, you had to return the favor at least once. “Hugh…hughhh….hughhhhh!!” in the spur of the moment you pressed the nutton, activating the vibrator. At this angle, the vibration hit both of you hard and Tish could feel her herself coming close to release. “Cum for me, Y/N. Let me see you crumble for me.” And you did. On her command, your orgasm hit you like a train the same time Tish found hers. Both of you jerked against each other, knocking the vibrations between your pelvis. Her hands squeezed your thighs while you dug your nails into the sheets.

“Motherfucker!!” she swore. And then it was silent.

You pressed the button again, turning off the vibrator and throwing it across her bed. As you laid together staring at the ceiling and catching your breath, you pause. Capturing her brown orbs you huffed out,

“You’re right..,” Tish quirked an amused eyebrow egging you on, “I definitely can’t do that all by myself.”

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a/n: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 took me about 4/5 hours to crank this out. did yall like this? i was listening to the 50 shades of grey playlist while i wrote it, so i definitely had some thoughts lmao yktd!! send me tips so I can get better!

[triciamfoster]

Essential Oils: Peppermint  Mentha piperita

The following information is from Essential Oils for Beginners: The Guide to Get Started with Essential Oils and Aromatherapy by Althea Press.

DESCRIPTION  Peppermint essential oil is an amazing medicinal with a very strong aroma. It is widely used in a number of commercially produced products, and it makes a fantastic addition to many aromatherapy blends. Peppermint essential oil is derived from the leaves of Mentha piperita. This plant is prolific and easy to cultivate, making peppermint essential oil one of the least expensive on the market. This essential oil has a thin consistency and is typically steam distilled. In aromatherapy, it is used as a top note.  

ORIGIN  Egypt, Hungary, United States  

PROPERTIES  Analgesic, antibacterial, anticarcinogenic, anti-inflammatory, antiparasitic, anti- spasmodic, antitumoral, antiviral, digestive  

APPLICATION  Peppermint essential oil should be diluted 50:50 with a carrier oil prior to use. It is suitable for direct inhalation, diffusion, topical application, and ingestion.  

PRIMARY USES  Soothes aches, pains, and itchy skin, including psoriasis and eczema; eases tension and headaches; soothes respiratory infections and asthma; relieves nausea and other digestive problems; combats viral and fungal infections, including cold Peppermint essential oil provides a wonderful cooling sensation due to the high level of menthol it contains, and when used in a body mist, it provides a fast cooldown. It makes an excellent liniment for relaxing horses ‘muscles, and when horses inhale it prior to a training session, they often focus better. Peppermint essential oil is useful in the creation of nontoxic household products. It is also an aphrodisiac, particularly when diffused. When used in aromatherapy, peppermint essential oil promotes greater mental focus and can help make learning new information easier. It is useful for calming the mind and easing fear. In meditation, this essential oil helps break down resistance concerning new situations; it is also useful for increasing intuitive awareness.

SAFE USE  Conduct a patch test before using peppermint essential oil on your skin. It must be diluted prior to application; blend one part peppermint oil with one part carrier oil before using it in products that will come into contact with your skin. If you get peppermint oil in your eyes or on a cut, expect to feel a severe stinging sensation. Do not apply water, as this will only make the feeling intensify. Flushing the area with a carrier oil will provide relief. Children younger than six years old do not tolerate peppermint essential oil well. Anyone with high blood pressure should avoid contact or ingestion.

[whumperhive]

PT51734 - Rules

@bbu-on-the-side

Contents: Guard Dog whumpee, Pet whump(?), Nonhuman Whumpee, Male whumper (offscreen)

Takes place in the same universe as Double A! Woagh, two Days in one?? Amazing!!!

They didn’t mean it.

Truly, they didn’t.

They had rules, a routine, everything good and simple. Something a pet should know.

Something they should have known.

9:00 AM, sharp, they were to patrol the grounds. Usually they were paired with another Guard, something about having a pair of eyes behind you, Mrs. Altringer had said.

The morning was cool, the dew on the blades of grass from the mist that was fading in the slices of sun rays that cast from between the trees that surrounded the estate. Elody made a mental note to inform Mr. Altringer about the height before it got too out of control. He liked it being at a certain height, and they knew that this was becoming a bit too long.

Their ears twitched as they looked around, a small cloud of wariness settling over them at the feeling of absence behind them. Markus was sick this morning, Miranda and Orion were patrolling the other side of the estate, and August…

They pushed aside the sickly feeling pooling into their stomach at the thought of the fellow Guard. He had made the mistake of becoming distracted a few weeks ago when the Altringers were out; poor little Anastacia had nearly become lost in the large market they had attended. The last time they had seen him was the night they had come back; the whites of his eyes visible, canine ears pinned against his head, muzzle all too-tight around his face and brows pinched in pain. He had been dragged to the back, Mr. Altringer’s booming voice nearly snarled as he berated him.

Elody took a deep breath, feeling the collar around their neck tighten as they did. The familiar feeling brought them back to reality, brushing away the memories. Of course he’d be fine, training was necessary with the ownership of pets. Still, they had remembered their days down in the basement, begging cries going unheard, the gnawing ache in their stomach, the itchy feeling of drying blood against aching wounds struggling to scab over. They clench and unclenched their hands, focusing on the thudding of their hooves beneath them, tilting their ears this way and that to analyze the surroundings. Not the time to get lost in thought, not now.

Instead, they focused on their schedule, reminding themself of the rules given to them by Mrs. Altringer.

9:00 AM: Patrol the Front of the Estate.

They will follow every command anyone of the Altringer family gives them. Without questioning.

10:00 AM: Take post at the front gates to the estate.

Speak when spoken to. Dogs do not have voices.

12:00 PM: Return home for lunch.

Keep a strict workout regimen, Mr. Altringer has provided you and the others with what will be acceptable.

12:30 PM: Take post at the back gates of the estate.

Muzzles will be used at our discretion, it will be our choice if we feel the need to —

Though the reminders are calming, familiar, they accidentally distract. Elody comes-to when their body instinctually jolts at the sound of a branch snapping as if a gunshot had gone off. Their eyes snap to the foliage close to the house, grand bushes blooming with flowers that smelled so strongly they weren’t sure if the noise was a stray animal or a threat.

Ears pinning back, they went on the defensive, stomping towards the noise. The noises alerting to others unseen, nonexistent. They feel the need to lower their head, shake around the small antlers resting in front of their ears towards an unknown threat. They don’t, of course, but the feeling, the instinct, the need, is still there like something heavy hanging in their chest.

Suddenly, another snap, this time to the right. Their eyes hone in on where it comes from, closer to Mrs. Altringer’s garden. The lady of the house hates having it messed with, and that sends a spike of fear through them like a dagger. They grit their teeth behind thin lips as they approach, heart hammering in their chest. It feels strange, wrong, to be the one sneaking up on a threat. They feel the need to turn tail and hide, to run away from whatever this was, unseen, unknown. All of it screamed of danger, danger — run run run run and hide and flee and protect and snap and bite —

They dig their hand into the bushes covered in sickly-sweet smelling, soft pink flowers and yank back something screeching and kicking and yelling. They let loose a growl that comes from their throat, unfamiliar and unnatural feeling to use.

Their vision is tunneling as they throw the figure to the side, nose and eyebrows pinched and teeth shown in an attempt to seem threatening as they stomp a hoof once more. They can feel their tail displaying the striking white against black to warn, for a nonexistent group to run and hide and find safety.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

Elody blinks and their eyes clear as their heart drops.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Laying on the ground is the eldest son of the Altringers, Elias, holding his arm and face wrenched in a pained, shocked scowl. Dirt is smeared on his freckled face, jet black hair that usually is clean and shining covered in leaves and petals. The penned up suit he usually wears is discarded for a hoodie and sweatpants, now littered with a few tears.

But what makes them freeze is the cut on his cheek, a thin crimson line dripping down to his chin.

“Oh — Oh goodness, I didn’t —”

“Shut up.” The order is followed by their jaw snapping shut with an audible click, a barely-hidden wince as they bite down on their tongue.

“Do you know what you just did?!” His voice is raised now, and he should quiet down, Mrs. Altringer needs her rest and Anastacia wakes in an hour and God only knows how long they’ve been out; they need to get to the front gates, that’s at 10, and they need to go because that’s rule 6, to be on time, and they follow rules: rule 1, rule 2, rule 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7 days are in a week and 4 weeks in a month and 5 months until —

Elody nearly falls to the ground as they’re manhandled, pin striking down their skull as Elias grips one of their antlers harshly, pulling on the outermost tine. Even if he’s told them to shut up, they’re begging, blabbering like some child about to be punished, chest rising and falling in heaves as they stumble over tile. Their hooves aren’t made for such surfaces, they’re meant outside, they’re meant to be guarding, it’s their purpose, please, please!

“P - Please, I didn’t mean i - it! I thought y — an outsider! I thought you were an intruder — please, please, sir! Please, it was an accident, please!”

Their pleads go unheard, and soon it’s back to the darkness, the cold, the aching.

And what irony was it that their company was one and the same with them.

Rulebreakers.

[femboy-nation-rise]

Closet femboy here. I have a million questions tbh but I don't know how to say them? Do you have any tips or? I can't phrase anything right now

Oh no worries, I've been there too! Just keep in mind that I'm a trans male femboy, so there's certain possible physical tips that I can't give due to differences in body type and may be better directed to a cis femboy, if their body types are more in alignment with yours ❤️

The first thing to remember is that this is a form of expression for you. This means you need to do the things and wear the things that bring YOU joy first. For example, I'm not too fond of skirts, though every blue moon one will pop up that I can be okay wearing. People kind of assume femboy automatically means cute pink skirts, an Astolfo wig, and lots of makeup. And while those are pretty cute things, that's not going to fit everybody's tastes. Your femboy aesthetic is what YOU want to wear. For me, I'm a short shorts and fishnet bitch through and through. I've known several gothic femboys. Don't let yourself feel boxed in by what you think you can and cannot wear. Part of the rebellion is rejecting a society that expects you to act and look a certain way just because you're a dude. Don't instantly conform to something that isn't your true expression.

I would definitely learn sizing chart differences between men's and women's clothes and shoes, so you can get well-fitting clothes. Keep in mind that if you are not as comfortable with showing your chest, you will need to check if any shirts you buy are more sheer than they look, because fashion designers are awful and don't give women a lot of options in that department.

What I do to see if a shirt is sheer is to do "the hand test": just stick your hand inside the shirt. Can you see individual fingers, even if it's just their silhouette? Is that amount of translucency something you are comfortable with having on your chest?

Sometimes getting started and knowing what you actually like can be a very daunting first step. Getting clothes from secondhand stores can make that exploration a lot easier on your wallet and give you a better idea of what you do and do not want. Plus, it's a big "fuck you" to fast fashion and who doesn't love that?

Socks marketed as "thigh highs" are usually only "thigh highs" for skinny legs. If you've got more muscular or chubby thighs and calves (think: anything bigger than a stereotypical runner's legs), it's a good idea to order up in size or search for plus size thigh highs.

Listen to women*. Not just about what clothing is comfortable or which brand has pockets, but you need to be aware of what women go through and be a good ally. If you're going to embrace your femininity, you need to make sure you're not being toxic about it and instead be supportive to the community.

*I can't believe this has to be said in 20 fucking 24, but this includes trans women and intersex women, goddammit*

Perfume is a smelly, smelly scam, imo. Body mist is a lot gentler on the nose and is easier on the skin. Plus, it comes in scents you recognize and doesn't depend on how you, personally, think "Lovestruck" should smell. You're not going to stink up an aisle in the store for a sample spray to figure out what the fuck it is. Also, don't worry too much about whether something is a "masculine" or "feminine" smell, I guarantee you people with normal lives will only care that it smells nice. My favorite scent is cedar and aloe, which is normally considered "more masculine." You know who cares? Absolutely no one lol.

Being a femboy isn't just about your appearance, it's about doing more feminine things that make you happy that the patriarchy frowns on. For a lot of us, comfort items were few and far between and what we did have, we were often taught we had to give away to be worthwhile "providers." A really cool thing that we do is reject that notion and take care of ourselves. For a lot of us, that means soft things, like plushies and weighted blankets and those comfortable boot house slippers that keep your feet nice and warm and cozy. For you it might be soft socks or a warm robe or hygiene items that some of us were scoffed at for owning (like face masks or foot scrubs or manipedi kits etc). You are not just allowed, but ENCOURAGED to buy things that bring you comfort. Just make sure to do so responsibly—we all got rent to pay.

Kindness is also a must. There's a lot of vulnerability that comes with expressing yourself and you would want people to be kind as you are figuring out what works best for you, so be kind to others as well.

If you are a closet femboy, one concern may be people finding out about it. That concern is especially heightened if you don't live alone. One method my friend swears by (he's not out as gay and lives with a couple of roommates), is, if someone finds the clothes and you are not wearing them, say they're A) gifts for a friend or B) left behind by a hookup (this one never fails apparently).

If you are caught wearing the clothes and it's not safe to come out, you've lost a bet. You lost a bet and you hate it and giving a deadpan "do I LOOK like I'm having a good time" will help sell the lie.

That's...about all I can think of at the moment. I hope it helps! ☀️

[logicaldreamer]

I was an english major once, obsessed with the oxford comma, semi colons, & thesis statements. this lended nicely to receiving a job in marketing. I knew how to write for different kinds of people.

it's all distilled now, each sentence a tiny billboard in the sea of sponsored posts. I’m limited by characters & budgets & advertising sizes. I long for the ten page essay, for space to make a thought

more nuanced than a hot take. I just want to watch the waterfall, feel the cool breeze from its closeness, the droplets misting over my body. I don’t want to think about influencers or algorithms.

there are no billboards in vermont, maine, alaska, or hawaii. I dream about a sky uninterrupted by capitalism. the sun peels orange as it sets, tinged a fading pink just before the stars emerge.

after Dave Pollot

g.t.e. // cost per impression

[itsuki-minamy]

"SIDE GOLD"

CHAPTER 3: OOTONO BENJI (PART 1)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"Black market"... an illegal market. In Japan, it mainly refers to a temporary market where transactions were made at exorbitant prices compared to the official price immediately after the defeat of the war. They were crowded together in urban areas and mainly dealt with food and household items. With the revival of distribution and the abolition of price controls, the number gradually declined and, with a few exceptions, was absorbed into the permanent market system.

Ootono Benji slowly raised his head in the mist.

(Again "Musikui".) Note: worm-eaten

At first, he was relieved that it was not coming towards them and it crept in the opposite direction. After doing that, he narrowed his eyes at what it was aiming for.

Beyond the thick fog... where two forces collided.

They fought big and fiercely, dispersing their power.

It was crawling around.

(I have a bad feeling about this.)

Ootono took his time getting up. As he adjusted the position of the accordion he held, a murmur like a sigh filtered through the bandages.

"Wait, let's take a look... I just have a bad feeling..."

Ootono began to walk, with long, thin legs and small steps.

Someone noticed.

"Hey, Ben-san is coming out."

And he called to those around him.

From deep in the mist...

"Oh, my gosh, the pot was boiling."

"Let's all eat right now."

"It's the end of the fire. Hurry up."

"Even if you don't hurry, I'll catch up with Ben-san."

"This backpack will soon wear out."

"Come on."

"Yes."

A buzz and a crowd responded.

Ootono didn't look back and walked forward with long, slender legs and small steps.

Relying on something vague that only he could sense, he stepped into the mist.

"Kagirohigumi" and the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau" clashed in a desolate wasteland at night.

On one side, fierce faces that showed fighting spirit.

On the other hand, they tried to act cool in a lineup.

In the center, two men advanced as if in a duel. Combining oppression and amazement, no one could get in their way, no one could get close to them.

Before long, as they walked,

Unno Yutaka blew hot enough to burn the night air and asked.

"A former officer?"

He didn't even ask his name.

He didn't even ask him about his current position.

He didn't even ask him about the meaning of his power.

He didn't ask anything unnecessary.

Somei Nazumi understood his intentions, but responded calmly.

"Yes. Before the war, I worked in the general staff office."

"Is that so?"

The heat was changing color.

Red, always red, the color of anger.

"That's you, isn't that?"

As soon as he said that, Unno's entire body burst into flames.

Nazumi didn't stop walking and answered while he hid his gaze under the brim of his hat.

"Not exactly, but I am."

The absurd answer, it was not clear to be delivered to the other party.

The "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau" had already completed an investigation into Unno's background.

In other words, Nazumi had taken over all of the opponent's circumstances. Although he himself never belonged to a department involved in kamikaze operations, it is an indisputable fact that he was a member of the General Staff. But concealment, excuses and silence are not his style.

That's why he responded with absurd words based on the facts.

Besides, he had no intention of giving in to guilt.

He had things to do, so he would never stop walking.

Even now, his footsteps were regular and sharp.

"You're the kind of person who can't speak until you get hit."

"......"

Unno did not understand the reasoning.

Or rather, his reasoning was paralyzed by his overflowing emotions.

He stayed behind, but found someone to hit with all he had.

The answer that brings the man back, the opportunity, the power that he had been seeking for so long...

"Ok, untie the sword at your waist."

It was just a request for the outbreak of war.

He had a low posture like a beast, sneaking up.

As the distance between them narrowed, Nazumi naturally placed his hand on his waist. When he took the saber out of its scabbard and picked it up, a crystalline blue glow engulfed his entire body. Among them,

"It's not like I'm trying to take it easy because I feel a sense of shame or guilt."

An extra word was added that surprised even the person himself.

Unno responded with a kind smile.

"Prey what you want... I'm a fist type."

He closed the remaining distance with one foot.

At the tip of that rush, a fist engulfed in red flames collided with the saber and exploded.

In the explosion that colored the night, Nazumi waved his saber and a blue glow spread, restoring calm to the area.

Unno was not in the blue landscape.

The moment he realized that, Nazumi swung his saber over his head.

In the air, Unno's leg, which was kicking as if he was jumping, collided with the saber again and exploded again. This time, without delay, the saber flashed, but Unno returned it.

At the moment when three explosions occurred in the middle, they faced each other.

A battle that exceeded expectations, with Unno smiling ecstatically.

An expressionless Nazumi hid his eyes under the brim of his hat, perhaps dodging the exploding flames.

The red power and the blue power collided, but they never mixed and burst.

As if regretting the distance that they had taken, they collided again.

Unno scattered red flames, turned them into cannonballs, and threw them at Nazumi.

Nazumi clothed himself in blue crystals, knocked down the cannonballs, and returned to tranquility.

The opposing forces strengthened each other, filled the space and finally saturated.

Red and blue lights spread out in the night, enveloping the "Kagirohigumi" and the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau" who were watching the battle.

And, the power saturated from him became a spark that split the night sky, revealing it in the blink of an eye.

A show of power with an overwhelming presence.

A manifestation of terror with the tip of his sword stuck in the ground.

Two giant swords, red and blue, with both sides.

In order to avoid a series of explosions, both the "Kagirohigumi" and the "Fourth Legal Affairs Office", who had descended to a corner of the plaza, were engulfed in the light of their respective "King". The surprise passed quickly, replaced by confusion at a sudden surge of energy.

Tamataro Okuma opened and closed his palms to fully enjoy the feeling of power.

"I see."

He took a big step forward and fired a flaming punch at a nearby blue suit.

Iyoda, who had his fist thrown...

"Uhieh?!"

As he raised a pathetic voice, he drew his sword in an instant and received the attack.

He was well below his "King", but it was enough to shake the air.

Both parties, who were thinking of their own changes, came to their senses.

"Idiot! What are you doing?!"

First, Hoizumi yelled and drew his sword.

Then Rokugo and Toneyama attacked.

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

As Okuma jumped back, Nizuka and Hentani came closer.

"Are you safe, Iyoda-san?!"

"I, well, you accepted it, just now."

Hakizawa, unable to draw his sword, helped Iyoda, who was on his buttocks, to his feet.

"Hey, get up~"

"I-Iyoda, unharmed..."

Adding Iyoda, who was muttering out of habit while rolling his eyes, the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau" formed a line.

On the other hand, the "Kagirohigumi" also gathered around Okuma and showed their overflowing power with their fists and weapons.

His step to join the battle of the "King" that was still going on.

"That's all!"

"Guys, stop!"

The scolding of the two people in front of them stopped them.

Somei Chika stalked out of the center of the formation.

"Now is not the time for such fights!"

Todokoro Suwako pushed through the bastards and stepped forward.

"That guy is really on a rampage, it's not a stage for little people to appear!"

The two women collided in the eyes for a few seconds.

Without even expecting that, a red stray bullet flew out.

Chika immediately hit the ground with the butt of her naginata and screamed.

"Below!"

Regardless of the faction, everyone in the place complied.

A blue barrier developed around the naginata and stopped the stray bullet's explosion.

A few seconds after the flames finally died down, Chika's knees relaxed.

Just one shot, just a few seconds, it was too strong.

Suwako stood up and said:

"Here!"

She purposely yelled so that even the blue clothes could hear her. While she was at it, she grabbed the wobbly Chika's hand and ran.

They all followed her and barely escaped the fierce battle.

"Oh, thank you."

Suwako didn't look at Chika as she thanked her. She cursed the man who made her do it and she just ran.

"That bastard will be terrible later!"

After a few seconds of tightrope walking, they slipped into a barely comfortable spot, behind a bench at the end of the lot. Suwako and Chika exchanged smiles after checking each other's clothes.

"You're doing it, right?"

"No, not yet."

Chika responded with sincere remorse and sat down on the ground. She put the naginata next to her, straightened her back, and saluted again.

"You're Suwako Todokoro from "Kagirohigumi", right? My name is Somei Chika."

"A pleasure."

On the contrary, Suwako carelessly stretched out her long legs and asked pretentiously.

"Are you the lover of the Somei who is fighting with us?"

Chika responded firmly.

"He is my husband."

"Uh, how nice."

"Hey."

Okuma inadvertently rushed towards Suwako, who collapsed without thinking.

Chika ignored him and kept talking.

"As for my work, I serve as an underboss to help him. We are the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau". It is an organization that cracks down on what you call Ichigeimono."

"Hmm, you cleaned the guys on the rooftop, so that's the suppression."

"What? Is that true?"

Okuma was surprised by Suwako's unexpected testimony and asked.

Chika nodded calmly and honestly without showing off.

"That is also my task. I came here with the intention of fighting you, so the current result is a matter of course."

"Hmm, well, it doesn't change that I was saved, and I'd like to thank you for protecting me at that time. Thank you."

At this point, Suwako didn't show off and thanked her honestly.

Such a personality made Chika feel good and she smiled slightly.

"I'll guess."

Okuma, who was deep in his thought, opened his mouth.

"Is it related to the movements of these guys that you guys came?"

His gaze went to Thomas Colt and "Ebisu no Kunizo" lying at his feet. Realizing that Unno was about to go insane, he brought the gang with him as he fled.

Okuma is quick to act and quick to think. From Colt and Chika's environment, he had a rough idea of the situation.

"These guys said that we should join the Occupation Army. The reason they seemed strangely impatient was because they were competing with you."

"It's going to be a political story, so I can't talk about it carelessly."

Chika's explanation lacked clarity for the first time.

"Honestly, I didn't think the conversation would go this far. I don't know if it was unexpected for Nazumi..."

Suwako didn't answer immediately, but looked over the bench. A glimpse of Unno's expression in the midst of the war, his expression clouded with danger overflowing with joy.

"It's been a long time since he felt like this. It's a dark laugh that seems to be possessed by something when you guys arrived at my house."

After saying that, little, weak...

"Finally, here with everyone..."

She expressed her emotions.

Okuma, who had the same thoughts, asked with a slightly heavy voice.

"Your husband is strong, right?"

"Yes. He won't break easily."

Chika affirmed that.

Beneath the two swords, the two "Kings" collided.

The wait and see was over, and they continued to increase their powers.

This attack was blocked, so let's hit it with a stronger blow.

If he also pushes this defense, then let's defend it even more firmly.

Switching between attack and defense, taking a surprise attack and hitting him head on, as he repeated this, Nazumi realized that his timing was out of step. He noticed it and was very offended.

"I see... I understand why even with the power of the "Blue King", I can't do well, I can't help but slip."

A pleasant voice laughed at the displeased voice.

"What are you talking about?!"

Nazumi explained as he repelled all the fist attacks with his saber.

"There's always the fluctuation that the devil suddenly appears and rages, so it can't be done perfectly."

"If you are going to speak, so that the other party can understand... Say it!"

With more force, he drove his fist.

Several barracks behind the locked fist were torn off in a shock wave accompanied by flames. The area where they were fighting and the adjacent market were already empty. When it became clear that they were going back and forth with the boss, who was also a formidable opponent, they were all gone. It was already customary, it was treated as a disaster, and those who had dispersed to other compartments were only preparing to extinguish the fire while holding their breath. Fortunately, Nazumi's power extinguished all the subsequent flames, so there was no concern about the fire.

As told, Nazumi uttered words that the other party could understand.

"Because there is a person like you..."

He struck with his saber.

"My calculations are going crazy!"

Unno was dragged and pushed back.

"Ha! I'll teach you words that can be said in one word!"

From there, he pushed back, hit it, and proceeded.

"You're in the way!"

Nazumi turned around and prepared for the next attack.

"So, take my word for it... I'd like to say it, but there's a real problem."

"Eh?"

He did not understand the position of the suspicious Unno. He stayed alert for a conversation.

"Finally, I have "this time". After all, we couldn't talk until we'd hit each other."

"You are a bastard who speaks in a tiresome way."

To keep the mood of the blue clothes (he didn't remember his name) in the fight, Unno continued with his words.

"I don't have ears to listen. I don't even want to ask questions."

"What was that?"

The two, who never clicked, crossed paths forever.

"I just took a deep breath... to gain even more power!"

As he said, the flames that engulfed Unno's body gained momentum.

It was misunderstood, Nazumi became more offensive.

"I have no intention of interfering with you. Rather, it is the opposite."

"If you turn into a corpse, I'll listen to you! After crushing me, speak by yourself!"

"You really are annoying."

Nazumi was even confused by Unno's unwavering fighting spirit.

This was his first battle with the "King". He didn't want to admit it. Still, he was optimistic at the start of the accident. Assuming that he was an opponent of the same rank as him, he guessed the skill and saw through the peculiarities of the movement in the crossover. As always, a shogi game that charts the winning streak.

However, this "Red King" completely destroyed his board and his calculations.

Nazumi's guess and insight weren't wrong. Nazumi was far superior in skill, and Unno never changed his movement pattern. His sophisticated martial arts skills which trained from Chika were forced to leave neglected gaps many times.

However, Unno never gave up. He even gained heat and strength with each powerful blow. Like a cauldron from hell leaking enough lava to crack. Nazumi began to push slowly.

Unno approached with a crazy smile, Nazumi recognized him as a serious threat.

"Not yet, not at all!"

"It's not something to carelessly say "so it will be"."

However, he did not believe that he would be defeated. As he fought, he continued to analyze opponents who exceeded his expectations. He was convinced that there was no way that as the "Blue King" he couldn't do it.

This man, Unno Yutaka.

"If it's you, the red that overflows from me will be dyed a single color with blood, flames, and the sun of this day!"

A kamikaze pilot who survived.

Emotional outbursts stemming from suicidal thoughts.

If he were to interpret the phenomenon before his eyes lightly, that would be the case.

(However, there is a sense of incongruity.)

It should be easy to deal with someone who's been dumped.

It's just that he was moving forward without thinking about self-destruction.

Unno was clearly different.

When he jumped, when he was attacked, when he burned with power, none of it had the lazy peace of a death seeker. On the contrary, he felt a strong desire to be inspired.

(Yes, his will is there.)

In the midst of his thoughts, Nazumi took a key.

(His acts aren't based solely on emotion... they are mediated by a strong will.)

At first glance, it appeared to be a runaway race left to the emotions, but deep down there was an unshakable core and strong will. Otherwise, it would be impossible to master the power of the "King" and compete with Nazumi.

Nazumi tried to figure it out.

(Isn't it the other way around? He Aroused intense emotions with a strong will…)

He cut off his thoughts in half.

"......?"

The first thing he noticed was his strength.

There was a hole in the ordered blue space.

"Eh?"

A bit later, Unno also noticed.

There was a distorted dent in the red power that was dispersing like a raging wave.

Both of them involuntarily directed their gazes towards the hole, the dent, at the disgusting sensation they felt for the first time.

Then they stopped.

That direction was none other than the embankment where the "Fourth Legal Affairs Bureau" and "Kagirohigumi" hid behind. It seemed as if it could be confused with the row of houses in the crude barracks, full of holes.

A tall body swaying in the alley, wrapped in a black robe, something like that.

[lunaremy]

I wouldn't be surprised if black has a crap-ton of mirrors hidden in his room

Might not even be hidden, with how much pride he puts into himself!! (short story under the cut)

"Oh, jeez..." Black muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages of his book.

It was hot on the market right now- a real hit with the population of Planet Bomber. And, right now, Black understood why.

"I think i've fallen in love with you, Marie. Which was a massive mistake on my part."

"Why, dearie? This romance is not a mistake to me."

"It's not a mistake to me, either. But..." Black stared violently at the book as he flipped the pages, his focus unwavering as he invested into the plot.

"I can't dodge the draft. The government's coming to get me in a few days, and i'm....I'm so weak. I don't know if i'm going to come back or not."

"Oh....!"

'I can't believe people posted about crying to this nonsense,' Black thought to himself despite his eyes beginning to water.

"If this is the last time we ever see each other, the last time our lips meet...I want to appreciate it as much as possible, my love."

Black's eyes began to water. The story doesn't end like this, right? The pages are running out. If her husband dies, like that...

"Hey, Black!"

All focus was shattered instantly as White barged in (without knocking, incidentally).

"We need you to- Were you crying just now?" He interrupts himself to question Black.

"What?! No."

"Okay. So, I need you to look after Yellow and Aqua while me and the other bros go fishing."

Oh yeah. Fishing. Doesn't suit a pretty guy like Black. The bait is nasty, the water is nasty, and the fish are nasty. So when White talked about the trip in advance, he already said that he didn't wanna go.

"Why aren't they going?"

"Aqua said that the hook hurts the fish too much, and Yellow wants to draw instead. So they're staying here with you, and I want you to look after them."

"But I don't wanna-"

"Great. Thanks, Black! We're off!"

The door slams shut. Black hears the ship leaving outside.

Goodness.

A good thirty minutes or so passes in silence, before...

"...Um....Eldest brother?" He hears Aqua's voice through the door. "It's a little lonely. May we stay in your room for a little bit?"

Black makes an imprint in the page he was on before shoving the book under his bedsheets.

White's gonna get it when he gets home.

"It's not surprising that you'd want to be in my gorgeous presence. Come in, Aqua!"

She doesn't say anything in response to Black's officious efforts to seem cool, instead opting to open the door slowly and walk on in, Yellow in tow.

"Wow...your room is clean!!" Yellow looks around.

"Only the most luxurious rooms for me, Yellow. You shouldn't be surprised."

He sits up- possibly to keep them from messing with any of his things.

"Wow...is this a garden?"

Aqua points at the miniature greenhouse located at the right of Black's bed. It emits blue light, and is covered in glass. Inside are a set of red roses, covered in water as if they had been misted with care not too long ago.

"I thought you didn't like dirt."

"I don't!" Black walks towards Aqua as they look at the flower garden together. "If you look closely, you'll notice that these flowers are grown with a new hydroponics-related substance."

"That's awesome, Black!"

"I know," the smug bastard replied.

"Wheee! Ahahaha!!"

Black turned around to notice Yellow striking various poses in front of his full-body mirror.

"I wish I had a mirror like this in my room! Do you have any to give me, Black?"

Black knew that he had more than enough mirrors in his room, but...

Actually, no, he didn't. It would take a whole solar system of mirrors to accurately capture his beauty, or so he says.

So, Black responds:

"I'll think on it."

"Weehee!! Yayy!!" Yellow jumps for joy. And then,

"I have an idea! We can get all the mirrors together and then make a maze out of them!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!! Black!! Black!! Can we borrow all your mirrors? What if we set it up before everyone gets home? Then, they can play as soon as they get here!"

"And, these flowers are really pretty. Can I have some to use in my crafts?"

Black sighs to himself.

Well, an impromptu mirror maze would be funny to freak White out with.

And Aqua seems content, at least. So....

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

[xluxsolarisx]

brings you to the lavender farm¹ that the bear² is from and takes you through the fields looking at all the different types of lavender before having some lunch at the farm cafe and getting you some lavender ice cream to try out (i'm sure you're interested by the sound of it and yes it is pretty good^^) and then takes you to the gift shop for you to look through at anything else you might like so i can get it for you:> and just has a lovely day together:3

1. https://lyndochlavenderfarm.com.au/

2. https://lyndochlavenderfarm.com.au/products/lavender-bear?_pos=1&_sid=90127ddf4&_ss=r

uhm, yeah <3

:O a fun outing!!!!! there are so many cool different types of lavender i never knew... and not all of them are purple! i only thought lavender came in. well. lavender so seeing different colors is really cool...i especially like the hidcote pink and munstead, very pretty! i am running through the fields and picking flowers if they would let me pick flowers if they don't i am admiring their beauty without taking anything ^^ you're right actually i would love to try lavender ice cream! and i also wanna try lavender honey and lavender jam, they sound very floral and sweet, very nice c: i should find some for myself soon in like a farmers market or something i wanna try it irl... hmmm....from the gift shop i would like the lavender body mists, incense, lip balm, & bath salts. ok maybe not the bath salts actually ^^' i don't trust myself not to eat them. vietnam flashbacks. and also the lavender sleep pillow for the same reason i'd like the plushie (seems cuddly and would help me sleep) and finally maybe some lavender seeds so i could grow my own lavender! thank you for taking me this day was so fun, at the end of the day i reveal i have taken some lavender flowers and weaved them into a flower crown for you and i put it on your head. i love you. i also took the plushie and she had so much fun, here are two pictures i drew of her enjoying the day out ^^

she is laying in the grass and also sitting next to lavender flowers because i couldn't decide which drawing i liked better. ignore the way her palms are open magnanimously like jesus christ or jerry seinfeld i wanted to show her beans. also ignore the way her nose is white in the grass drawing i forgot to color it in. just imagine she ate a powdered donut filled with lavender jelly, okay? thank you again, this was really fun! bye bye ���💖💖

[pvrkacciosan]

The Heart of the Lioness: ☽⋆15⋆☾

Thief in the Mist

The Heart of the Lioness Masterlist

Previous Part

There was a crack of dry wood when the girl leapt down from the roof, running from and almost getting caught by an angry shopkeeper was not how she expected her afternoon to go. But here she was,

The stuffy air making the inside of her throat scratchy, swiftly in one movement she pulled the cloth up over to cover her mouth and nose,

"Get back here boy" a man shouted from above, he was a man of heavy eating, compared to her youthful pace she was surprised he could even keep up in the first place.

The girl looked up at the wall she had jumped off, the crooked coal smudged face of the shopkeeper peered down from above. 

The capital city in the Southern Continent was bustling with life, and The Thief would wield it like any blade.

Smirking she waved up to the shopkeeper, before rolling off the wood planks of a market stall roof, landing with a feline grace. With one last quick check to make sure her masks and hood were still in place, covering her face. If the shopkeeper believed her to be the opposite sex, then so be it. Made her life a hell of a lot easier when it came to escaping Royal Guards.

The stone of the street was coated with dust blown off the walls of the sandstone buildings,

Taking off into a run, she weaved through the crowd, brushing between bodies tightly packed together in the midst of the mid day markets.

An older man with a inflamed red scar running down the side of his face glowered at her when she banged into him, folding into a quick bow and shouting out an apology, she continued to move.

When the girl was a few places from the man she unfurled her fist, looking down to the pouch of coins she had swiped from his inside pocket.

Smirking she slipped it carefully inside her clothes, securing it into place she was off once more, moving through the city like a shadow, unnoticed, unbothered. If was the skill she had taught herself to master, after being alone for so many years and on the streets, one learns quickly how to survive.

Stealing the fortune of others was her workforce, at sixteen years old she had picked more pockets then a fully trained pickpocket who years of experience against her.

That didn't matter, not anymore, her life had changed and the opportunity of life became vast once more.

The busy city streets gave way to a quieter walkway that led to a dark tower. Guards were stationed at its entrance from the walkway. As seen by their rigid 'stick up their arses' postures.

The Torre Cesme was the biggest collection of healers in the world, all as highly trained in there trade as she was. Most she didn't put up with, though many claimed to help, sometime she found the healers inside weren't the nicest of people.

She passed the guards with ease, dragging a foot a step behind herself holding a hand to her thigh, lisping out a grunt as though her limp caused her physical pain. The two men allowed her in without a second thought. Fools.

Letting a Pride member into one of the south's most prized buildings, besides the palace. Some guards they were.

Being inside the buildings did little to allow her body to escape the heat from outside, the cool stone hallways chilling the air a little, it cleared her lungs. But that was it.

Sticking to the back passages she made her way up to the work stations of the healers,

There was faint noises of pain and discomfort coming from behind each door she passed but the door she aimed for emitted no noise. As it so often did.

Swinging it open with a nudge of her boot, her eyes tracked the body of a boy sat upright on the bed. His chocolate eyes snagged up to watch her, his small rounded cheeks were flushed with tear trails, 

A women knelt at his front, finished cleaning off the wound to the boys thigh, the girl by the door watched her rise, the dark work frizzed hair cascaded down the women's back, 

The young boy still watched her as she stood by the door, 

"Don't go playing around those boys no more, okay?"  the women, a healer, spoke the boys gaze finally moving from the body by the door.

"Yes Ma'am" He didn't look old enough to be wandering around without a parent at his side, but she couldn't help but wonder whether he might have been one of the children scavenging through the streets.

The injury to his leg must have been from a street fight, the girl could remember the days where she fought teeth and nails for scraps, somehow she always managed to best the much bigger kids who always wielded the knife.

The soft padding of the boys feet moved towards the door, pressing her back to the framework of the entrance she shot the boy a clipped smile when he passed, in the closer lighting she could see the lingering blue of a bruise on the protruding bone of his right cheek.

He halted, like a feline eyes of so many street cats, he too was peaking with caution, but a hint of curiosity glimmered behind the gloss of his pupils. 

The boy was gone a second later, like mist, he brushed against her slightly when he left but he didn't so much as utter a single sound.

"You're a day late, Yvonne " the healer said from across the other side of the room.

Yvonne pushed from the doorway, strolling in with a little skip to ever second step she took further into the room, "Postponing, isn't the same as being late"

"Oh I wasn't aware of such arrangements" 

She finally turned around, and Safa's beautifully tinted face met hers. Safa was regal in her good looks, her stark autumn orange eyes standing abrupt against her dark skin. She was only a few years older, yet her eyes and hands worked the magic of experience way beyond both their years.

"Who was he?"

The healer faintly smiled in the direction the boy had wandered off in before turning back, there was the light noise of glass jars being moved about, no doubt feeding into her impulse to organise and reorganise everything again and again.

"Keenan, I found him unable to walk outside the front gates this morning, he said someone dragged him there, but I think he crawled here himself. He's alone."

Those words struck up a storm inside her chest. Alone. Since joining the ranks of Commander Brielle's Pride Yvonne had been anything but.

Some part of her heart still lurched at the memories, that clawed at the back of her mind, it would do her no good to pester over the young boy. 

"Any news from the North?" Distraction, after distraction.

Safa's shoulders stiffened slightly, a jar tapped onto the surface of the work bench.

"If you came a day before, we could've read over the letter from Colden together" 

Yvonne walked closer, turning herself around she leaned her ass against the work bench Safa perched herself at.

"Oh, does he send his kind regards?"

The older spy shot her a quick flat expression before she returned to shuffling around her jars.

Yvonne watched her move the jars back and fourth, the herbs inside each smelling worse then the last, most of the plants were dried and were more crinkly then the elderly beggar Yvonne so often spotted on the street corners.

"Commander wants the usual." Safa uttered after she placed the final jar back into its place on the wooden rack mounted onto the wall.

"Oh fun" Yvonne couldn't be more elated, she might have even thought their commander had forgotten all about them.

Doing a little spin in the middle of the room, Yvonne spun to meet Safa's gaze once more, "I pinched a fat coin pouch off a tourist today"

"You never fail to disturb me sometimes"

"What?! it's good practise"

As if wanting proof for her loose moral accomplishment, Yvonne reached into the pocket of her cloak, Her fingers clasping thin empty air. The secure space for the coin pouch was empty. 

Yvonne was glad that Safa had turned back around to attend to her jars, as so the older spy didn't catch the surprised look that snapped onto her features.

The little tyke must had snatched it off her when he passed in the doorway,  Yvonne laughed aloud, Safa shot her a questioning look before turning to the work table once more, she grabbed the file with the Lion's paw print.

The moments in the doorway replayed in her mind like a loop, she hadn't sensed or felt him take the money, Safa held the file out to her, the Paw Print like a calling card, beckoning,  just challenging her to take it.

Gently taking the folder, Yvonne flicked through the pages within, tracking names, times, locations. Key facts that allowed her mind to formulate all it needed to. 

The Thief was back in action. 

 ~

Yvonne pulled the cloak in tighter to her body, if she wanted to catch Captain Westfall unaware she need every one of her skills to be sharpened to their finest edge.

Tricking the previous Captain of Rifthold's City Guards was no easy feat in itself, she would admit that. But not impossible, 

Before she left the healers, and spies room, Safa informed her that Brielle wanted no harm to come to the old Captain, he was an asset. She also mentioned his healing sessions with the Healer, by the name of Yrene Towers.

That had been two days ago, and Yvonne had been following the man for those two days. His routine was pretty set, Boring if you asked her, there was nothing fun, no stealing, or the minor fight, but that might be expected from someone who was still half paralytic

This was the same step of his daily routine, before he set round for food in the middle of the day, now, she would strike now, a pile of his things now lay inches away from where she was crouched behind the hollowing out inside of a dead tree.

It appeared that Westfall was training his body, keeping those working muscles trained and toned enough, that the sight was appeasing to even Yvonne. She was after all, still a teenage girl, despite all she had done in her Commander's name, and her own.

When he turned around once more, the responding ripple of his back muscles distracted her so thoroughly she almost missed her window, 

She had to pull it together, she was a member of the Pride, she couldn't afford to disrupt their plans, stemming through the lands. Everyone of them had roles to play, however big or small. Their commander wasn't discriminatory like that. Yvonne couldn't help when her mind wandered at night, wondering just what the overall goal was, what her friends in the Northern Continents might be doing, how her role played into the bigger picture.

Growing up with the stories whispered from the soldiers visiting from the royal legions, Yvonne had certainly heard of the Pride and the Female know in the South as Kanavari; The Mother of Spies.

Many of the street kids used to tell her stories to tourists for money, spreading the truths of her virtues and movements, for what little people knew of them. For whatever reason the Kanavari had sought her out, and given her the life she would never had been able to obtain herself. 

Yvonne crept out from behind the tree, towards the neat bundle of items, all tucked in amongst themselves.

Captain Westfall grunted as he moved, Yvonne quickly looked to make sure he hadn't turned back around before she begun to look through his things.

A brass pin was atop the pile, it's metal curve glowed in the morning light, the shine of its recently polished surface was practically begging her to take it. Yvonne snatched it from the pile, spinning of feather light feet to dart back behind the shadow of the tree.

Captain Westfall began to turn in the wheeled chair in which he sat.

Yvonne straightened quickly, tucking the pin into a seamless pocket hidden at the back of her thigh. Using the other hand to quickly throw back her hood, she could only hope she looked presentable enough as Chaol turned to spot her, inches from the tree.

"I'm terribly sorry, I usually come here for some quiet, I hadn't realised someone else might be here" Yvonne spat out the sentence quickly, the blur on her lips she spoke almost every time she got caught.

For those who weren't local, most people brushed it off because they were visiting. Though from the look of Lord Westfall's face Yvonne wasn't so sure she would get away with it this time.

Despite his eyes analysing everything there was to her, his voice was soft when he spoke, "My apologies my Lady, I won't be much longer, the space will be free once I'm finished. I'm happy for you to stay if that is what you wish"

If she hadn't just stolen something from him she might have said yes, She was still so tempted, He was at least a good six years older then her, but the sweat gleaming on the exposed muscles of his chest caught her eye, she couldn't help it.

"I'm sure you are used to girls ogling after you while you train Captain Westfall, but I'm not one of them," liar the voice yelled in her head.

At the mention of his previous title, Lord Westfall narrowed an eye at her, Panic flushed her head, the thrumming of her blood in her ears louder,

"So I bid you farewell" — for now.

Yvonne didn't give him a second to utter anything else, walking back around the side of the tree, she tried to keep a paced speed as she walked back up to the top path that led from the gardens.

It took Yvonne only a short matter or minutes to make her way back into the bustle of the city. Eating the distance up she moved through the dust coated streets.

A group of street runners, boys, ran through the crowd towards her adoring tanned leather coats which were far too big on them to be their own. Far too many of the street dwelling people stole from each other in order to just cloth themselves. It was a shameful life of distrust and misfortunes, and if you didn't learn to play by the rules, then the game had no use for you, beyond being the food for the apex predators.

At the front of the group a boy was paled faced and blue eyes burning with a mild panic, when the light hit his face as he sidestepped a women carrying rolls of cloth, Yvonne smirked, the young boy from Safa's healing room. Keenan. 

He kept on running as the other three boys behind him slammed into the women he had just dodged, the colourful rolls of fabric splaying out like a rainbow made materialised.

People move to help as the three boys scrambled back up, searching for Keenan. They took of running once more, flying past Yvonne, darting down an alleyway after the boy. If the knifes they carried were any indication Yvonne doubted their interaction with the younger boy was going to be pleasant.

Making sure the pin was secure, Yvonne followed the group of street boys into the alley.

The sunlight was shadowed in the cramped space between the buildings. It wasn't a terribly long distance, not so far that Yvonne couldn't make out the figure of Keenan, back to the wall a shard of glass clutched in his right hand, feet braced.

The three with their backs to her didn't show any hint of hearing her as she strolled along to hear their words, 

"Give it up," The boy in the middle laughed, twisting the knife in his hand, 

"You think we wouldn't notice the food you stole from us last week?" the one to the left sneered, 

Keenan readjusted his feet, readying for a fight. Had he not gotten himself cornered in the fist place Yvonne might have been impressed.

She cleared her throat in a two part fake cough, 

The trio spun, they were all considerably larger then Keenan, and the one in the middle was significantly broader in his shoulders. The one to his right, standing out with blonde hair, the one to his other side, brandished a scar running down his face.

Each of them looked older then her, nineteen maybe, and all were at least a foot taller then she.

"Piss off bitch, this ain't your business"

Clasping her hands behind her back, Yvonne took two steps closer. They eyed her up and down, the one to the left laughed, looking to his friends with wild amusement.

Keenan's eyes had widened, perhaps realising or recognising who she was. 

"Or what?"

The trio froze, 'broad shoulders' tilted his head, it was a cocky gesture, Perhaps she should have spoken louder.

"What did you say to me?" 'Broad shoulders' took half a step in front of his two friends, 

"You heard me." The others looked at each other as 'broad shoulders' took a full step towards her this time, if she lashed out with her dagger now, she could embed it into his throat— no delay.

"I suggest you clear out and leave us to our business" Keenan's face paled again when Yvonne flicked her gaze to him.

"Unfortunately," she exasperated a deep sigh, shrugging up with her shoulders " I cannot"

'Broad shoulders' flicked the knife to his side, Yvonne looked to it quickly, then turned back to the boy as though the gesture was supposed to frighten her, 

"You see," she stepped around 'broad shoulder', he whirled but didn't lash out, "That boy" she knocked her head in Keenan's direction, 

"Is under the Protection of the Pride"

Yvonne stepped up between the two others, both pulled rather rusty knifes from their person, closing the gap in front of her with their bodies, blocking her view of Keenan.

"Do you think we know what that means?" 'Broad shoulders' mused, mocking in his tone, his voice was close behind her, smart enough to follow her movement, dumb enough to get too close.

"Then let me translate that for you."

'Broad shoulders' moved first, his arm wrapping around her from behind, his weight was heavy, but being trained by the Kanavari had its perks.

Grabbing onto him Yvonne leaned back, kicking 'blondie' in the chest as he lashed forward, He stumbled back, giving Yvonne enough space to swing with both her feet, keeping grip of 'broad shoulders' grip, she flung him over her body as though he weighed nothing more then a small back of wool.

He grunted, and began to gasp for air when he landed, back first 

Springing up from the floor, Yvonne grabbed for a plank of wood, from a broken crate beside her, Grasping it tightly she swung it at 'scar face' when he leapt over 'shoulders'.

The wood splintered as it thwacked off his head, he fell with an even louder thunk. The gravity of the swing, spun Yvonne's whole body, taking those second to grab the curved dagger from the base of her back, her next swing was instantly met by one counteracted by 'blondie' who had recovered from his well placed kick to the sternum.

His hair was dishevelled, and eyes a raged sort of anger. 'Blondie' yelled out as he swung an arm for her, a rusty knife being the point of his arm, The curve of her dagger slide along the length of his, small sparks of golden light flickering.

'Blondie' grunted and pushed her body away, she stepped back, twirling the dagger in her hand. There was a flinch of hesitation in his expression before he darted for her once more,

Dropping to one knee, Yvonne used her free foot to push her body outward into a spin, avoiding him, yanking her arm up, the blade lay waste to 'blondie's' leg, blood instantly spurted out and continue to gush rapidly. A wonderful waterfall of red.

Damn, she got blood on her dagger, Making quick work of cleaning it against her leg Yvonne stalked closer to where 'shoulders' was now staggering to his feet,

Keenan was still pinned to the wall, whether he was frozen with shock or was just smart enough to stay put Yvonne didn't have time to contemplate as 'shoulders' advanced in a quick dart of movement, 

Yvonne threw her dagger into the air, and dropped once more, but this time spun with one leg straight, swiping 'Shoulders' legs out from under him

Scrambling wit utter surety Yvonne knelt up onto his chest, pinning his armed hand with her foot wedged into his wrist at his arms full outstretched length, Yvonne held out an awaiting hand as her dagger landed into her palm precisely when she expected it to.

'Shoulder's' eyes widened when she slowly dragged it to rest against his neck, 

'Scar face' was silent beside them, and 'Blondie' was whimpering from behind them. The noise becoming a whispered mewl. 

"Understand now?" she raised one eyebrow for good measure.

'Shoulder' gave a meek nod of his boxy head, she pressed the curve in further against his neck causing him to tilt away from her blade, 

"I said do you understand." Yvonne wasn't aware of where the lethal sounding tone of her voice came from, but as 'Shoulders' whimpered slightly, his body squirming beneath her, She decided she liked it.

"Yes!" Shoulders yelled out,  and there he was, the small child each and everyone of them had been before street life brought out the animals in them.

"Good."

Sitting up, Yvonne slide the blade back into its place at her back, 'shoulders' was quick to jump to his feet, Yvonne watched the thought process on his face, watched it pale when he looked to what exactly she had done to his friends, perhaps wondering how merciful she had been with him.

The unmoving bodies of 'blondie' and 'scar-face' were like debris in the alleyway, 'shoulders' didn't seemed to heed them much thought as he raced past them.

Yvonne straightened, placing a hand to her hips she sighed, "Well that took much more effort then needed"

There was a sound akin to a squeak, looking across to Keenan, the young boy was fully pressed to the wall now, the glass shard discarded to the floor. There was a thin streak of crimson flowing from his palm, a testimony to how tightly he had been squeezing the shard.

His expression had paled considerably since she arrived, a spark of surprise fluttered through her that the young lad hadn't passed out yet, 

"Wha— What are you?" 

Yvonne chuckled, walking towards him slowly, he tensed when she stretched out a hand, 

"It's a long story, not one the rest of the world deserves to hear" she looked up to the edge of the rooftops above them,wondering if anyone might be stupid enough to eavesdrop on a member of the Pride, when she glanced back to him, Keenan had followed her direction of looking.

When he met her gaze once more, his eyes held that same curiosity Yvonne had glimpsed at in their first meeting.

"Where are you taking me?" the curiosity sparked into a flame they all once harboured, Yvonne could strongly remember hers the day Commander Brielle found her.

"To your new family."

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Munnar, Kerala: A Serene Escape into Nature’s Paradise

Tucked away in the lush Western Ghats, Munnar is Kerala's crown jewel, offering a serene escape into nature’s paradise. This picturesque hill station, situated at an altitude of around 1,600 meters, is renowned for its rolling tea gardens, mist-covered mountains, and vibrant biodiversity. For those seeking tranquility and a break from the chaos of everyday life, Munnar provides an idyllic retreat.

The Scenic Beauty of Munnar

Munnar's landscape is a breathtaking blend of emerald-green plantations, pristine valleys, and serene water bodies. As you drive through its winding roads, you'll be greeted by vast stretches of tea gardens that seem to stretch endlessly. The sight of workers meticulously plucking tea leaves against the backdrop of misty hills is a quintessential Munnar experience. The region's unique topography and cool climate make it a year-round destination for nature lovers.

Top Attractions in Munnar

Eravikulam National Park: This national park is a sanctuary for the endangered Nilgiri Tahr and offers visitors a chance to see these rare mountain goats in their natural habitat. The park is also home to the Anamudi Peak, the highest peak in South India, providing stunning panoramic views and excellent trekking opportunities.

Mattupetty Dam and Lake: Located about 13 kilometers from Munnar, the Mattupetty Dam is a popular spot for picnics and boating. Surrounded by lush green hills, the serene lake is perfect for a leisurely boat ride or a relaxing walk along its shores.

Tea Museum: To understand Munnar's rich tea heritage, a visit to the Tea Museum is a must. Here, you can learn about the history and evolution of tea plantations in the region, observe the tea-making process, and sample various tea blends.

Top Station: Offering one of the most spectacular views in Munnar, Top Station is situated at the highest point on the Munnar-Kodaikanal road. It’s a great spot for photography and witnessing the mesmerizing sight of the valley blanketed in clouds.

Attukal Waterfalls: A short drive from Munnar, Attukal Waterfalls is a scenic spot surrounded by lush greenery. The cascading waters create a serene environment, making it an ideal location for picnics and short treks.

Activities for Nature Enthusiasts

Munnar is a haven for those who love the outdoors. Trekking is a popular activity, with trails like the Meesapulimala and Anamudi Peak offering challenging yet rewarding hikes. The region is also known for its rich biodiversity, making it a great destination for birdwatching and wildlife photography. The spice plantations and tea gardens provide guided tours where visitors can learn about the cultivation processes and the variety of spices grown in the area.

Embracing Local Culture

Munnar’s culture is a blend of traditional Kerala customs and the unique practices of the local tribal communities. Engaging with the local population provides insight into their way of life, traditional crafts, and cultural festivals. Visiting local markets offers a chance to purchase handmade crafts, spices, and freshly harvested tea. Attending a Kathakali performance or a traditional music concert adds a cultural dimension to the visit.

Culinary Delights

Munnar’s culinary scene is a treat for food enthusiasts. The local cuisine, featuring dishes like appam with stew, Malabar parotta with Kerala-style beef fry, and freshly caught fish, reflects the rich flavors of Kerala. Street food stalls and local eateries offer delicious snacks such as banana fritters and spicy tapioca chips. The numerous tea shops scattered throughout Munnar serve a variety of teas accompanied by local snacks, perfect for a relaxing break.

Sustainable Tourism in Munnar

There is a growing emphasis on sustainable tourism in Munnar, with efforts to preserve its natural beauty and promote eco-friendly practices. Many resorts and hotels are adopting sustainable practices such as rainwater harvesting, solar energy, and waste management. Eco-tourism initiatives, including guided nature walks, organic farming tours, and wildlife conservation projects, are helping to protect the environment and support the local economy.

Conclusion

Munnar, with its serene landscapes and rich biodiversity, is truly a paradise for nature lovers. Whether you are looking to unwind in the tranquil surroundings, explore the rich flora and fauna, or immerse yourself in the local culture, Munnar offers a perfect escape into nature’s paradise. Plan your visit to this enchanting hill station and experience the magic of Munnar, Kerala.

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Sri Lanka with GoL Travels

Welcome to GoL Travels, your gateway to the enchanting island of Sri Lanka. Situated in the Indian Ocean, Sri Lanka offers a variety of rich cultures, stunning landscapes, and unforgettable experiences. As a holistic travel agency, we provide a seamless journey, ensuring your Sri Lanka tour is nothing short of magical.

You must be wondering what is new here. Well, this is the land where ancient history meets breathtaking natural beauty. While you wander through lush tea plantations, gently touching the leaves, as the fresh air passes by you,  or maybe exploring vibrant markets brimming with local crafts, and savoring the tantalizing flavors of Sri Lankan cuisine.

With the serenity of golden beaches, and the grandeur of ancient temples, or encountering wildlife in their natural habitats, Sri Lanka offers a unique blend of experiences that touch the soul. It's not just a destination, to be honest, it's a warm embrace, a place where every corner tells a story and every moment feels like a cherished memory waiting to happen.

Explore Sri Lanka’s Treasures

1. Breathtaking Beaches:

Sri Lanka is renowned for its pristine beaches. From the golden sands of Bentota to the vibrant surf of Arugam Bay, there's a beach for every kind of traveler. Relax under swaying palm trees, dive into crystal-clear waters, or embark on a thrilling water sports adventure.

2. Cultural Marvels:

Immerse yourself in Sri Lanka’s rich cultural heritage. Explore the ancient city of Anuradhapura, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and marvel at the rock fortress of Sigiriya. The Temple of the Tooth in Kandy offers a glimpse into the island's spiritual side, while the colonial charm of Galle Fort is a journey through time.

3. Scenic Hill Country:

The lush green hills of Sri Lanka are a sight to behold. Travel through the picturesque tea plantations of Nuwara Eliya, often referred to as "Little England," and enjoy the cool, refreshing climate. Take a scenic train ride through mist-covered mountains and cascading waterfalls, an experience that will stay with you forever.

4. Wildlife Adventures:

Sri Lanka is a haven for wildlife enthusiasts. Embark on a safari in Yala National Park to witness majestic elephants, elusive leopards, and a variety of exotic birds. Visit the Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage to see these gentle giants up close, or explore the biodiversity of Sinharaja Forest Reserve.

About GoL Travels Hollistic Serives

Holistic Travel Experience:

We believe in creating journeys that nourish the mind, body, and soul. Our holistic approach ensures that every aspect of your trip is meticulously planned and executed, leaving you free to immerse yourself in the experience.

Government Authorized:

As a government-authorized travel agency, you can trust that we adhere to the highest standards of safety and quality. Our partnerships with local authorities ensure a smooth and hassle-free travel experience.

Premium Accommodation:

Enjoy the best of Sri Lankan hospitality with our handpicked premium accommodations. From luxurious beachfront resorts to charming boutique hotels in the hill country, we ensure that your stay is comfortable, stylish, and memorable.

Visa Assistance:

Navigating visa requirements can be daunting. Our dedicated team provides comprehensive visa assistance, ensuring that your travel documents are in order and your journey is stress-free.

Fully Customizable Packages:

We understand that every traveler is unique. That’s why we offer fully customizable Sri Lanka tour packages. Whether you’re planning a romantic getaway, a family vacation, or an adventurous solo trip, we tailor our packages to suit your preferences and interests.

Why Choose GoL Travels?

Planning a Sri Lanka holiday package from Bangalore or anywhere else could be mindboggling. Look no further. Our Sri Lanka tour packages are designed to offer the best of this island paradise. We combine local expertise with a passion for travel to create unforgettable experiences. Our Sri Lanka tour package for couples promises romance and lots of fun, while our family packages ensure fun and adventure for all ages.

At GoL Travels, we’re committed to making your dream holiday a reality. From the moment you book with us, we take care of every detail, so you can relax and enjoy the journey. Discover Sri Lanka with GoL Travels, where your adventure begins.

Contact us today to book your bespoke Sri Lanka package and embark on a journey of a lifetime.

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5 Pet Grooming Salon Summer Essentials!

Summer is the season of sweltry heat, withered pups and bugs, however don’t worry! Here are our 5 top tips for ensuring summer in the grooming salon is comfortable for both you and the pet:

Cool Clothing

The last thing you need is to be roasting in a hot salon. Invest in lightweight clothing with a loose fit and a short sleeve to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. We love our Grooming Apparels for this. They come in various colors and sizes with different variations like sleeveless, 3/4th Sleeves.

Don’t Fear From Fleas

As long as you’re well-prepared, flea season doesn’t need to be a dreaded time! Make sure you’re ready with a fumigation pack and have some on standby. You cannot go wrong with range of products Tickless has. Ultrasonic Tick and Flea Repeller’s are one of the best in the market. They give full body protection and are absolutely chemical free.

Fresh Smells

You can’t go wrong with a fresh or zingy summer scent to spritz on at the end of a grooming session! We absolutely love the smell of our Groom n Fresh Biogroom Shampoo & Conditioner, and we think you will love it too! The scent is so fresh and clean, we think it’s a great addition to any salon this summer. Also check the ultimate new collection of Tropiclean Pet Cologne spray. With the fresh scent of Deodorizing Kiwi Blossom and Moisturising Papaya mist, you will get the sweet feeling of freshness in the dog.

Sharpen the Tools

Be ready with your sharpen tools this summer to avoid any last minute hassles. Procure the best of best blades for all the cutting of short coat length dogs. Fill the new stocks which offer superior hardness for the best in performance and value. Not to worry, we got you covered! We have comprehensive range Quick detachable blades. They resists rust and corrosion.

Cut the Mess Trim the Rest

If you are up in the thought of getting your tools serviced, you are in a good notion. For fine finishing work and perfect correct coat length, Tips of the Shears need to be perfect. Being extra safe by getting them serviced is always a good idea.

At the moment, Get the clippers oiled and be ready with the back-ups. A new addition of the clippers will definitely do wonders. Clippers with variable speeds and long life powerful motors allows you to groom the pup efficiently. Get the tools serviced and checked at our service centre. We have our service centre in Pune, Blue Ocean Service Centre. Just drop us the mail or give us the call with the details of your product and we will be at your service!

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5 Essential Ingredients In Skin Firming Lotion

The best anti-aging body lotion will often confuse you, because you can find one of the most effective lotions available today for half the amount compared to something popular and super expensive. It all comes down to knowing your ingredients and doing your research.

Why water is so important? It ought to be required to maintain ones moisture with your skin. Many of us use skin care nivea body lotion lotion in web site of restoring the moisture in their skin. And also think that any lotion will be good, nevertheless the truth is that's not always the claim.

Many Bath and Spa Gift Baskets may contain other tools meant for tranquility. Some contain candles, potpourri, back massagers, pedicure groomers, bath slippers and pillow. Bath Loofah, eye mask, sea sponges, back scrubbers and bath salts are several more possibilities with this type of thoughtful relaxation novelty.

Always, always! Test the product on the trunk of your hands or wrist. Products that are more alcohol, mineral oil, and water based feel thin, runny, and dries faster especially if blown along vaseline body lotion . The cool air penetrates skin more which enable it to leave a dry patch on the applied area. DUMP IT! Moisturizers that possess a consistent oil base rubs on smooth, thicker, and when blown does not expose pores to air concentration. You'll find it leaves a shine, sheen, and a thick moisture rich residue. Once these steps are completed and a person pleased without the pain . choice(s) anyone could have made, then all remains is an occasion full test.

There additionally be another known factor. Parabens in cosmetics can type in the bloodstream. Almost lodge on tissues or organs with the body. Skin is semi-permeable. It is not water or air-tight. Liquids and gases pass into the air from inside of entire body needs through skin. Some chemical compounds pass through the skin and enter in the body.

If you happen to be making the body lotions as gifts, try making some for the males too. To make an after-shave lotion for the men, add one ounce of sage and one ounce of dried lavender leaves to two cups of witch hazel. Place the mixture in a tightly sealed container and location in fine fragrance mist a very warm area over a single week period. Strain the mixture and bottle again in containers acceptable for gift-giving.

But, is considered companies wouldn't be able to provide effective ingredients with only a cost that anyone could afford. Their advertising budget takes too much of a bite from their profit margin. Effective ingredients can very expensive and they might price themselves right involving the market if they chose contain them. That wouldn't make their shareholders happy.

Ingredients are in fact important in addition they are bases of the effectiveness of a body lotion and creams. Keep in mind that natural ingredients are more safe and effective than the synthetic materials and harmful chemicals.