#I��m but a humble farmer

[sometimesanalice]

for the prompt party, how about: “i can’t help it,  i feel so sleepy and cozy now.” with our fave blue eyed WSO?

💖 @callsignspark

A reason to write a sleepy, cozy, domestic Bob?!?! Don’t mind if I do, Elle! 🫶🏻 (ps I still owe you a birthday fic, but please accept this humble offering in the meantime!)

There were a lot of things you liked about Bob Floyd.

You liked that he���d made a point to read your favorite book when you’d first started dating, because he wanted understand the things that made you you. 

You liked that he was the type of man to remember an offhand remark, it was as if he wanted to collect every crumb of you and nothing was too small to escape his notice. Like the time you mentioned being excited for summer fruit season, and he’d brought you a box of peaches from the farmers market the moment they’d arrived.

And you really liked the way he whispered the sweetest things as he fucked you into the mattress, the intoxicating sound of his baritone murmuring in your ear as he rendered you thoroughly boneless. His honeyed tongue was just as good at making you swoon as it did at making you come. 

But one of the most unexpected things you’d learned about him since he’d become your boyfriend, was that he could not seem to make it past the first 40 minutes of a movie without falling asleep. 

The two of you had sailed through that tentatively affectionate part of starting a new relationship, where every inch moved the two of you moved closer to each other felt like a new milestone. 

From sitting a respectful distance, pinkies just barely touching, in the getting to know you stage. To sitting snuggled close with his arm over your shoulder, enjoying getting to be curled up against him because you could and he was yours. To straddling his lap, those big hands roaming everywhere, and missing whatever was on TV completely because close enough wasn’t close enough. 

You’d been a big fan of each phase, but your favorite was easily when he was sprawled out on top of you like your own personal weighted blanket.

The first time he’d done it was after you’d made him your family’s favorite chicken soup recipe. The weather had just started to change, which in San Diego didn’t mean much, but you’d decided that since it was technically Fall it had been time to woo him with something warm.

He’d just finished doing the dishes, at his insistence, since you’d been the one to cook. You were lounging across the couch trying to find a movie to watch when he’d come over- with a groan and stretch that had revealed just a peek of skin- and flopped himself right on top of you, still ever careful in that way of his. All of his warmth, all of his sturdy weight pressing you into the cushions of your couch.

No one had ever made you feel as safe and secure as he did.

You were only a few minutes into the comedy you’d put on when you felt him stir, trying to sit up. “‘m sorry, honey, I’m probably squishing you.”

“I can take it,” you’d teased, with a wink before wrapping your arms and legs around him, keeping him in place.

He didn’t protest further, only inched himself over a little bit so that the couch was doing most of the work, while you combed your fingers through his hair.

The movie hadn’t even reached the half way point when you heard the first of his soft snores. You’d smiled to yourself and let the movie finish playing, not wanting to disturb him by reaching for the remote.

What you didn’t expect was for it to become a thing. 

You thought it was a fluke the first time it had happened.

The second time it happened, you thought he might have been messing with you. 

By the third, you were entirely amused.

When the two of you were curled up together on the couch, Bob was always slipping a hand under your shirt, his fingers idly tracing patterns onto your skin until slowly but surely they stopped moving at all. Usually right around the time you hear those first deep, slow breaths and quiet sighs of sleep.

But tonight, you’d decide to put your theory to the test. With your handsome blue eyed boy draped across you, you cued up a movie, stealthily starting the timer on your phone at the same time you’d clicked play. 

And sure enough, around 33 minutes in those long fingers of his stopped their circling. And just past the 40 minute mark you’d heard that gentle snore. 

You bite your lip, trying not to giggle. "Bob."

There's a long beat. “Hm.”

"Are you awake?” you ask, rubbing his back.

“Just resting my eyes.” It’s a sleepy mumble.

“Oh, really,” you muse. “Well then, can you tell me what just happened? It was pretty big plot twist.”

He lifts his head up, propping himself up on an arm to look at you.

“If you get me a couple minutes to google it I can,” he says with a sheepish smile.

You tip your head back and laugh, entirely and thoroughly charmed by him. “Is that what you’ve been doing after every movie night? Because I’ve been keeping track, and you sir, have yet to make it all the way through any of movies we’ve watched in the last few weeks.”

“Busted, huh?”

“Very. I had a theory and everything, backed with some serious scientific evidence,” you tease, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

Bob huffs a laugh, his ears a sweet shade of pink. “I can’t help it,” he says, doubling down and nuzzling his face into your neck, “I feel so sleepy and cozy now. You’re so soft and you smell really nice.”

Fond. You’re just so fond of him.

“Let’s make a deal,” you suggest, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “As the official resident de facto cinephile in the relationship, I’ll handle all the movie related questions the next time we go to trivia night with your friends, sounds good?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You feel his smile pressed against your neck.

“Ok, you can go back to ‘resting your eyes’. I’ll send you the wiki article for you to read later.”

He chuckles softly. “I love you, honey. You’re the best.”

You were already warm with him on you, but now it radiates all the way down to your toes. “I love you too.”

[just-french-me-up]

now u have fully descended into arcane hell (affectionate)…. may i humbly request ur jayvik fic recs queen? 👉👈

oh friend, i'm FLATTERED my descent into madness has not gone unnoticed, I feel so seen :') Though I'm afraid I have nothing much to offer here, cause I've mostly been reading what I feel like are the most widely read ones? So it's probably something new but... hey, you're giving me the opportunity, so I might as well send more love their way:

POST-CANON | Wait, we're alive?

This trope gets its own category, cause it's my ultimate weakness, I will read EVERYTHING that goes under that umbrella

A New Knife by surveycorpsjean 20k | E | One Shot | Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Smut, PTSD Jayce and Viktor try to rebuild a life, hidden from the world, after the events of season 2, while Viktor struggles to come to terms with what he did and who he's become. Very bitterweet at times, but always delicious

In the After by queercatfan 11K | E | One Shot | Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Fluff After the arcane spits them out, Jayce and Viktor find a refuge and try to regain strength and a sense of themselves. And then there's the matter of those feelings they confessed earlier in the astral plane

the line is covered in jellyfish by staroverlord 54k | M | WIP | Slow burn, Angst, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together It's not all meadows and gentle breeze when the Arcane spits them out. Jayce and Viktor are stranded in a blizzard, and all there is is snow. As they struggle for survival, they also struggle with the state of their relationship, after everything that happened. A story of slowly rebuilding partnership and love, out there in the tundra

nobody here but us chickens by @antisocialfrog and @boomotherfucker 31k | E | Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Domesticity After the war, Jayce and Viktor are sent into exile. Jayce rents a cottage and buys a few chickens. They're chicken farmers now, or at least they try to be. In the midst of all this proximity and feelings they keep having to deal with. Can't resist the cottagecore vibes

Arranged Marriage AU

I'm weak for them, what can I say?

Cup Rune Over by surveycorpsjean 52k | E | King Jayce, Mage Viktor, Fantasy AU When peace is brokered between Piltover and Zaun, it is sealed with marriage. Viktor did not expect to be on the list of possible brides. Nor for his future husband to be so... palatable. A tale of falling in love, cultural differences and finding out that your husband is a nerd

heavy crown by vavavavoom 21k | E | Slow burn, Mutual Pining, Fake Dating of sorts Neither Jayce nor Viktor get to choose their spouse, when it comes to seal the peace between Piltover and Zaun. And Viktor is unreadable, secretive and overall a mystery to Jayce. And he's a great liar. Too good. And it unnerves him. Too much

Canon Compliant of sorts

Differential Burdens in Displacement by RhapsodyInWaves @yallstar 24k | T | Pining, Friendship, Feelings realisation The first time Jayce kisses him, Viktor is caught completely offguard. And then life goes on. As if nothing ever happened. Until Jayce kisses him again. And again. And again

the heart is hard to translate by jasspurr 7.5k | M | Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting together, Love languages Viktor keeps doing things for Jayce. Many things. A myriad of things. And he can't quite figure out why

Alternate Universes

Coming Home (But Not to You) by queercatfan 119k | E | Modern Setting, College Professors, Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers Viktor comes back to Piltover and the Academy with the promise of a job and an office. Both are true. But the office is shared. Jayce Talis occupies half of it, along with enough bad blood, resentment and unconfessed feelings to make the room burst. Honestly what can I say about this fic that hasn't been said already? It feels like a warm hug in the back of my mind. The world is just... So FULL. And it has an even warmer sequel in Someplace New

Long, Long Time by TheTrickyOwl 40K | E | The Last of Us AU, you know the one, the third episode that felt like an entire movie | Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love Jayce falls into one of Viktor's trap. Viktor allows him to stay the night. Jayce never leaves. And they lived happily forever after, my hEART

The Oathbreaker by queercatfan 28.5k | WIP | E | Fantasy AU, Knight Jayce, Healer Viktor When Jayce nearly dies on a mission and breaks his leg, he is sent straight into the medical ward of the Palace in Piltover. That healer from Zaun intrigues him. Fascinates him. And there's more about him than meets the eye.

Love was the Law by ruinthatboy 7k | E | Season 2 Jayce meets season 1 Viktor, Smut, Angst The Anomaly sends Jayce too far back. To a time Viktor has not yet touched the Hexcore. To a time of partnership, affection and unconfessed love. And he can't go without getting a taste of it

I am, at my core, a slow reader, but I may update this list in a few months with more discoveries!

[ponderingsoflife]

My brain has been utterly shot writing wise since finishing losing ghosts, however I have been toying with a little role swap idea I'm calling Hermit Kingdoms and Empire Craft, where the concepts of Hermitcraft and Empires smp are swapped, so the Hermits have their empires and the Empires folks have a more joined together and fractionated kinda vibe rather than being entirely alone.

Since the crossover happened in season nine, that is the season I used as a base for who to use in the role swap, so it's the members of Hermitcraft Season 9 (minus one) and all the members of Empires smp season 2. Here are the first five I've cooked up ideas for, tell me what you think or if you have ideas for the others!

Hermit Kingdoms:

Cleo: Cleo’s domain is known as The Machinations. It’s located in a desert but that’s mostly irrelevant, as all action in this kingdom takes place inside of giant statues that roam around the desert. Steampunk king my beloved. Cleo’s role in this society is that of the head mechanic building the giant robots. The creatures that inhabit the giant robots are… also robots, no one tell Cleo they’re actually alone.

Pearl: Pearl’s domain is the Scorched Earth, and it’s located in the basalt delta of the nether. Stories say the former farmer was resurrected after death, and placed in a purgatory where she is unable to rest until she manages to grow her crops. Day in and day out she works tirelessly, but she cannot bring life to the barren land no matter how hard she tries to do so. Pearl refers to her role in this society as the Caretaker of the Scorched Earth.

Zed: Zed’s domain is known as The Spiral. Tucked away in a savanna biome Zed is the only occupant of this space with cognitive function. Everything inside of the spiral is topsy turvy, with mob appearances being switched around so you can never tell what you are actually hitting (could that cow have been a villager? Guess you won’t know until you eat the meat it dropped). A favorite pastime of his is trapping people in a nether portal maze that resembles M. C. Escher painting: Relativity (that's the one with all the weird and upside down stairs). Zed calls himself the Host of the Spiral.

Empire Craft:

Scott: The server's guy to go to for any kind of food, which he sells out of a Wonka-esque factory. Everything is priced the same, with two stacks costing one player head and two diamonds. Everyone asks him what the player heads are used for but he never tells. His hair turning a soft purple is also definitely a choice he made and not at all connected to the increased amount of player blood he’s consuming.

Kathrine: Oddly enough, Kathrine is the one to supply the server with anything hostile mob related, be it rotten flesh or bones to ender pearls and the dragon egg, Kathrine has it. Everyone is always searching for her farms but the truth is she doesn’t have any, she just goes out and hunts things for fun. With all her time spent hunting she avoids building a large base, and instead lives in a small and humble shack next to Shelby’s base.

[studiorat]

Peace Delegation (wip)

Every field and grove blazed with fiery beauty as the whole world watched the stately golden ribbon of the first Geld’o peace delegation in generations wind a graceful arc northeast to the Hylian capital. Two hundred warriors and artisans arrayed in the finest bright silks and shining armor and flashing jewels crossed the Great Bridge over the Thundering River dividing their countries on equinox, every neat-footed mount and pack animal curried to gleaming perfection, belled and beribboned like a holiday parade.

Farmers ceased their toiling from the moment they appeared on the horizon until long after they vanished again.

Villages emptied to line the road and gawk in terrified silence at the demon-eyed Bandit King and his retinue with white ribbons and bright pennants tied to their lances.

The fear blooming in their wake was exquisite.

Two Elite in closed, horned helms walked to either side of their king, their claymores strapped to their backs and sixteen-foot gilded standards in their hands instead. Under the seal of the ancestors where the black and gold banner would usually be tied – and no doubt some number of the gawking commoners had learned well to fear – pristine linen woven from the fibers of Sun Crown leaves and soaked in luminous dye blazed day and night…

Look, the world is on fire, everything is terrible, more bad news arrived over coffee and if I didn’t find something to throw pigment at this morning, I was gonna explode. The foreground tree needs color-corrected to fit the fic but I only had a few hours to spare.

If you happen to need a distraction from The Horrors as well, may I humbly offer the newly-finished King of Shadows, a ZelGan fic set in the pre-Twilight Ocarina of Time era. It is rated M mostly for adult themes and swearing, and non-graphic discussions of off-page violence, though there is some blood on page even so, as I am still me.

King of Shadows is the fourth (yes Ao3 says it’s the third, because the actual third chronological-to-plot is still in drafts) piece in the Winds of Twilight series. It is set approximately 6 months after the end of Flower of Twilight, and about 8 months after Sun and Moon. The next (published) short piece in the series, Hearts at War, is set about 5 years later. The fifth published work covers the pivotal, tragic events that lead to the era of Twilight. Cruelty of Gods is a difficult read… but at least there is Shade of My Enemy hard on its heels eh?

[sallie-nathalies]

The rest of villagers last name. Mostly will be related to their professions. Mr. Qi doesn't have a last name, because he is so mysterious that I can't give them a proper name.

Lewis Alderman it means, member of the governing body of a city. He is the mayor of Pelican Town.

Marnie Calvert Calvert means, the one who takes care of calves. I know she take care of more animals, but I chose calves because it fits into her maternal and sweet personality to take care of small animals.

Jas Cognilio (Italian, it means rabbit) she has no job o profession, but she has a family of ranchers that love and care about her, so for me, the best surname that fix her it's an animal, a small and a cute one. Furthermore, my favorite moment between her and Shane is the Bunny jewel slippers heart event! I love it, because it's not related with the farmer. Shane is becoming a better person by himself and he is doing something nice for another person.

Clint Smith, is not only obvious, it's the most common English last name. I think that it's perfect for a character that has problems being noticed by other, a wallflower that rarely took any action to change his life. Even his father decided for him his career!

Willy Fischer meaning fisherman, I feel bad because it feels uninspiring, but he loves his profession! It's his job, and hobby. He is a simple man!

Linus Woodward meaning guardian of the woods. I always thought that there's something mystical about Linus, and I think that this last name fits with him and his aura.

Sandy Chapman meaning, seller. It's like, obvious, but I like to think that in combination with her name (Sandy sounds close to sand) it gives her a mystical vibe. Something like "seller of the sand".

Gus Brewer meaning ale maker. I thought giving him other surnames related to cooking, but then I remember that many tavern owners used to create beverages. Maybe times has changed and he expanded his business, but I like to think that he is descendant of medieval tavern owners who used to receive foresters from different places.

M. Rasmodius what would that M. stands for? I will say that is Magi that is the name given to Zoroastrian priests.

Marlon Fletcher meaning maker of bows and arrows. He is an adventurous man, and I thought giving him an heroic surname, but I don't like the idea of making someone that special. I want that all surnames are humble she related to professions, to the common people, the ordinary. So instead, I'm gonna make him a descendant of artisans of weaponry!

Gunther Aarni Finnish last name, meaning treasure. He looks for them, I think it's kinda obvious.

Leo Morgan Morgan means coming from the sea. I would like to think that his parents were adventurous people who went to see the world with him. I headcanon that he doesn't remember his last name.

Bubba (Dwarf) Sheer. As I said, I like to relate magical creatures of the valley with Zoroastrian culture. In this case, I look for the word "milk" in Farsi language (modern Zoroastrian people). I discovered that Sheer means both: milk and lion. I think it's cool for a character like him!

Morris Chamberlain (it means steward or servant of a noble household) the only character that doesn't belong to the valley, so I will try to give him a last name related to nobility. Considering that he is a manager under the serve of JojaMart, I think it makes sense.

P. D: Edited

[ladykf-writes]

Huh. Something is lacking I must fulfill.

I have a significant, if not truly "large" catalogue of fics I've written in terms of some writers I follow or know. Most of them M/M (in no small part because the fandoms I read in are mostly made of men) and some F/M, not a lot but some. And folks, I've been missing out big time. I'm stunned and a bit ashamed at the lack of F/F in my writing. Like, I enjoy reading about those relationships!

-deep breath-

So. I have a humble request - two if you'll humor me. I want to read more F/F. Basically, I want to be more aware and comfortable. FF7, FFXV, Star Wars / SWTOR / KOTOR, DB / DBZ, Sailor Moon, Legend of Zelda (OoT/MM, TP, SS, BOTW) - to start with.

Rec your stuff. Rec your friend's stuff. Rec that one fic you read once but never forgot! Help me. (Fics with our trans sisters in the spotlight are 100% encouraged. Background pairings including M/M and M/F are fine. But I want main / one of the top ships per fic to be F/F.)

They don't have to be get-togethers / meet cutes either, I'm a fan of established relationships. Both and inbetween are good. I like feels.

As for hard no's, nothing sexually explicit, nothing explicitly violent / gorey, no horror vibes, and all happy endings however eventual because my brain needs that right now. Fics of any size are welcome but I prefer over 2K. Warn me if it's no longer actively being worked on.

NOW, for part 2... I feel a need to make up for my absence of F/F fic. SO.

Any other thoughts, please drop them off in a reblog, reply, or ask!

[simomo-the-smol]

Simomo Simo

B A S I C S

Name: Simomo Simo!

Nicknames: None.

Age: Mid-late twenties, I thiiiink?

Nameday: 21st Sun of the 4th Astral Moon.

Race: Plainsfolk Lalafell.

Gender: Agender really, has never had a thought about gender, it's something other impose on her, she is v much an any pronouns binch. She doesn't care what others register her as.

Orientation: Grey Ace, pan but rarely interested. Believed none of that was for her before she fell for Raha.

Profession: Adventurer, omni crafting artisan.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Black with mid green highlights, fringe and ponytail.

Eyes: Green

Skin: A reasonably pale popoto, with white freckles.

Tattoos/scars: None visible

F A M I L Y

Parents: Her parents are farmers in Middle La Noscea, her father regularly making trips by foot into Limsa to trade. Humble family, employing former pirates looking to go "straight". As such, Simo has had a propensity for swearing since she was pretty young!

Siblings: None, Simo is an only child.

Grandparents: ???

In-laws and Other: In a relationship with G'raha Tia, not intrinsically mono, but has never thought about it one way or another. Views the Scions as family, and has a constant (platonic) companion in Rivi Feathersage @feathersage

Pets: Simomo's chocobo is called Greffie- named after Grehfar, the Yellowjacket Lift Attendant stationed in Bulwark Hall, Limsa Lominsa. Grehfar showed a little too much willingness to listen to little Simo's stories when she started venturing into the city on her own, and as such became Simomo's first proudly-declared friend of her own in the city.

Greffie is a pumpkin orange Belah'dian Jennet chocobo who has accompanied Simo into many battles and over varied terrain. His favourite food is curiel roots. Despite his diminutive size, he can hold his own in battle and in play with other 'bos.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Simo first learned arcanima when they began adventuring, inspired by the stories of their forebears, subsequently specialising into summoning. A chance encounter with a dance troupe who had arrived in Limsa. While at first discouraged by the troupe's flowy attire, Simo realised one could dance in all manner of garb, and has been throwing chakrams at ne'er-do-well faces ever since!

Hobbies: Foraging, as this is something done since Simo's childhood to supplement farmed produce, and in turn, crafting with said gathered materials. At the end of the day, there will always be a certain lure to the market board for a Lalafell, after all!

Simomo also spends a somewhat questionable amount of time in the Gold Saucer, especially enjoying tests of agility like the Cliffhanger and Leap of Faith GATEs.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her giving heart, Simo will seldom turn from someone in need, lending a hand with even quite minor gripes even after battling to save the very star. She's generous with her time and complimentary to (almost) all.

Most Negative Trait: Zenos may have had a point... she does enjoy the fight. Not that she's ever admitted her answer to any of her loved ones.

Some may also argue the fact that she will put ketchup on pretty much any savoury foodstuff.

L I K E S

Colors: Hunter green.

Smells: Vanilla, cinnamon, sweet spices in general.

Textures: soft fabrics that move with her.

Drinks: She's partial to a cup of tea!

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope.

Drinks: Doesn't drink alcohol regularly, but can hold a surprising amount of drink due to the upbringing around pirates and in and around Limsa Lominsa!

Drugs: No.

Mount Issuance: Greffie, issued from the Grand Company of Limsa Lominsa, The Maelstrom.

Been Arrested: Simo has, thus far, always managed to talk herself out of sticky situations. Gods know how, given how goofy she typically is when trying to do said talking!

Tagged by: @feathersage

Not tagging anyone bc I think everyone's probably been tagged as I am late to the game, but if you see this and want to do it, I'd love to see yours, so pls tag me!

[bapydemonprincess]

A Vampire Snake in London

The flithiest, slimiest, most cowardly of beast ought to be hiding out in the equally most disgusting and dank hiding spots, Bardroy thought, standing before a back alley door to the most popular opium den of London.

It was the Witching Hour and Bard was restless. He'd seen and heard of too many deaths in this damn town. Night after night. Innocent neighbors and unwitting bystanders just vanishing. Like they left and forgot to write. Or couldn't.

But once a Hunter, always a Hunter.

Bardroy knew too well the signs of one of those blood sucking leeches.

And he'd do everyone a favor getting right to the point and offing this one right quick.

Of course, a little spot of ale certainly helped him push through.

Not like he was busy or needed.. since everyone actually thought his kind were making things worse...

But he'd show 'em.

He kicked the old door in, and pointed his gun firmly around at the present company.

"Nob'dy move! 'M 'ere fer the VAMPIRE!"

He heard ladies and men scream alike, but that was to be expected. It was a vampire's feeding pit after all! The damn beast probably supped day and night on poor humans in this box!

"Sir, sir," a small lass was calling, inching up to him, "please no gun! No weapons! We are humble proprietors.. We here to make you feel good!"

She'd learned pretty good English for a little likely leech jr., or maybe a human pet. Wouldn't it it past even Vampires to go that far. Humans were just their food. Like cows and chickens to a farmer.

Bard pushed his gun to her head.

"I won't blow yer brain out... yet.. if ya take me to yer boss, luv."

Sober Bard would have likely not done this.

But Sober Bard could piss off.

This vampire was gonna die.

Tonight.

Through open sobbing, all professionalism gone, the young Chinese girl turned very shakily and nodded frantically her understanding.

"C-Come this way, come.. I.. I w-will take you... I promise..."

And nevermind all the other ladies standing around... and the so called "customers".

Whether they were all in on it, or victims, Bard would sort out later.

The big one had to fall first.

One minute of escorting through the long, fragrant room passed and Bard blessed himself for intoxicating his faculties with drink before he was thrust into this torrent of fragrant air.

It stunk. But he'd push through.

Clamoring and avoiding eye contact with everyone milling around on pillows...

"What is this," a deeper female voice demanded as they finally reached another back door.

The tiny Chinese lass frantically hissed Chinese to the taller Chinese lass and instantly Bard knew he'd made an error.

Lamp light bright eyes struck the man, the other woman standing still but looking ready to charge at Bard in seconds.

"Get out," She said.

"Ah, no," Bard said.

But had no time to pat himself on the back for managing a quick, witty response back with no slurring in this state.

A whole fucking leg hit him upside the jaw in one second.

He caught a flash of bare thigh and cheek. Lovely. Before crashing to the floor.

Darkness starting to drown out his sight.

"Fuckin'... b-bitch.." he managed somehow to drool out, and then sweet, sweet sleep.

Lau grinned with glee, continuously as he stared on at the unconscious vampire hunter now lying all cozy and snug amongst his pillows and personal quarters when his sister Ran Mao had brought the man to him.

Well, this was certainly a first...

Years and years had gone by, and Lau had idled away his time in this country, serving as an opium dealer to the dumb human populous, as a front.

It was all so perfect.

None of them were the wiser when they'd wake up and stumble out, satisfied with the service, but now a couple dozen pints short of blood.

It was the perfect arrangement so Lau could get money and a meal, nobody died and nobody ever caught on!

But somehow, some way...

This one lone vampire hunter, managed to discover their ruse.

While being absolutely piss drunk in the process, no less!

Lau had searched the man immediately when Ran Mao had brought him. The poor thing was such a heavy sleeper in this inebriated state he barely noticed all the rummaging.

Upon finding things like a stake and silver bullets, holy water and garlic all in the contents of this one, dead beat drunk human, Lau promptly blew up laughing.

It wasn't the first time a human or two had brought Lau to practically hysterics but this special case was certainly something!

Had he been tipped off by someone? Had Lau somehow let his true intentions shine through?

This one human had clearly never even been in this den before as a customer, and Lau was certain he would have recognized such a..

Charming, grizzled, hardened face.

Lau caught himself stroking the man's wheat-toned hair, and five o'clock shadow.

But he couldn't stop..

"Hm.. what does this one's blood taste like, I wonder.." he whispered.

A tilted up that strong jaw.

Long fangs curled out from Lau's always smiling maw, like a serpents. Ready to snap exactly at the right time.

But Lau wanted to.. savor this one.

After all the blood of a man who was this outrageous by his own right, as well as a hunter of Lau's kind in the first place must be quite the delicacy...

Until suddenly pressure was in Lau's chest.

Right exactly at where a heart should be.

And the hunter's eyes squinted open.

"Bite me and it'll be yer last drink, ya damn blighter."

A rugged, sharp combat knife. Of the military kind was digging into Lau's left breast.

Lau's eyes opened a tad wider.

And he smiled fondly at the other man.

"How funny this is, my dear good sir," he purred, "even if you reach my heart, it'll take just that same amount of time for my fangs to puncture your jugular.. You'll bleed out along with me.."

The man chuckled, or tried to. He was struggling to breathe a little, as the vampire truly revealed his true power via grabbing at his measly short locks and tugging at his scalp.

"Sounds 'bout right," he growled, "'t go out not with a whimper but a bang, y'know?"

Lau chuckled too.

And then he was.. mist.

The human man roared a curse or two and started diving forward, swiping at air aggressively with his big knife.

"However I don't want to kill you, you know," the vampire sang out, his voice surrounding the man who couldn't even manage to fully stand up just yet..

"I want to cherish my time meeting and knowing you, for this has been a first for me.."

The man charged in every direction, leaping just when Lau started to form himself even just a little bit solid.

But then face planting immediately.

"I've never met a human so... animated like you in this country.. So stubborn, so unrelenting..."

He easily got right behind the man, grabbed up his throat again with one hand, and the other grabbed up the hand gripping the knife.

"So undaunted about the danger your own life is in.."

"Ah, sod off monster-" The man spat, and then roared when his arm was twisted, the knife slipping from his grip.

"I'm the monster, hm?" Lau hummed, letting his nails sharpen to almost-claws, and dig into the mans neck.

"You're the one who came barging into my legit, hard-working establishment- well-known through-out all of Great Britain I might add -and terrorized my hard working ladies and all of my guests."

He started to lift the man completely off the floor, by his throat.

And let his form go fully solid again.

"Do you really think, by day time, when news hits of your nightly visit here... I'll look like the monster?"

"Yu... th... I..."

Lau's nostrils flaired, and he took a breath in and then out.

He'd gone a bit far, he'd admit... Poor thing couldn't even speak!

Slowly he loosened his grip while also putting the human back down on his feet.

But still kept his hand firmly around that thick neck, as he stepped around, to face him from the front, and meet those bright blue lively eyes.

"Well..?"

The man coughed, and gagged, his face paled. Lau was certain his throat was perfectly fine but well..

Hadn't accounted for the man's still drunken state to catch up once again with him.

Right there, in Lau's proudly pristine private quarters, this grim old drunken vampire hunter found himself curling in and then collapsing and vomiting everywhere.

Lau almost felt he'd cry.

...And then the man stopped moving.

He was out again.

Well.

This had been quite a night.

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #21:

Time Fades Away, Part 2

So. I headed north as promised last night, straight into L.A., Neil's very own uptight city in the smog (city in the smog), to see my famous brother make some very grown up music.

It was amazing and upsetting. Amazing in that Prairewolf are, for our current moment, what Booker T and the MG's were for 1967.

But it was upsetting in that my famous brother and his almost as famous bandmates did not obey my directive and perform Neil Young's Yonder Stands the Sinner with a generous dollop of their own wordless cosmic white man cowboy jazz funk slathered on top. Rather they played songs from their first two records.

I made some videos but have no idea how to paste them in here. If I could figure it out, you'd hear me grooving and hollering and jostling about as everyone in the room blissfully lost their minds amidst the rowdy crowd action and psychedelic vibes.

Naw, it wasn't really that kinda show. Even though Dr. Demento himself was allegedly in the room everyone just sat and nodded with appreciative thoughtfulness while they played. My buddy Greg points out that we probably looked a lot like the studious white folks in the Booker T clip. The band made no speeches and pensively sipped at their Tecates. The projected images behind them swirled and danced in time with my brother's patient yet nimble fretwork. I was filled with intensely mellow joy. Then I drove home.

It was awesome.

And yet, because Prairiewolf didn't bust out a single Time Fades Away cover, I do need to issue the following apology: yesterday's post had nothing whatsoever to do with Neil Young's reckless live album of entirely new songs from 73. Please accept my humble apologies and send all your angry feedback to my famous brother at doomandgloomfromthetomb.

I didn't understand Time Fades Away on any level as a teenager. Neil sounded cranky throughout; the pace was frantic until it was dull; there were no noticeable guitar solos (somehow I didn't notice the fairly groovy interludes on Last Dance); and even at the tender age of 16 I wanted to find David Crosby and punch him squarely in the nose for smugly interrupting the record to announce that what followed would be "a little experimental".

For reasons that are not well-founded or clear I've always associated Crosby with my middle school woodshop teacher Mr Halferty: he would not let us touch any wood in his classroom. Rather, we made keychains and sugar scoopers (as if any of had sugar barrels at home that needed accessing a la Laura Ingall's Farmer Boy) outta plastic and he drove an El Camino. On the last day of school we surreptitiously placed all our finished projects around the wheels of his sweet ride gleefully figuring that as soon as he peeled out there'd be shattered plastic everywhere.

The plan was to hide in the bushes and watch it all go down. I don't think we followed through on that part of the plan. But I felt it then and I feel it now: neither Mr. Halferty nor Crosby have any business on a Neil Young record of any kind post Deja Vu (unless they're glowing unobtrusively in the background as in Through in My Sails).

And so I didn't dig Time Fades Away as a kid.

But it's over 30 years later and I now carry Neil's cranky frantic energy on the record around with me just about everywhere I go. I berate my 11th grade students whenever they enter the classroom more than 6 seconds late or act like their phones are their friends. I drive either way too fast or way too slow. I dream of punching Donald Trump, not David Crosby or poor old Mr. Halferty, squarely in the nose.

So, these days Time Fades Away is right up my alley.

Let me count the ways:

The title track sounds like it's played by angry, drunk monkeys. I mistakenly had my turntable turned up to 45 rpm this weekend when I first dropped the needle; aside from the fact that Neil sounds like a bubbly chipmunk at that speed the song sounds basically the same: terrifying, and good.

Neil must have issued 48 different live versions of Journey Through the Past in the last decade and a half. They're all good. But on Time Fades Away's original take Neil is more plastered than on all the other versions combined.

And you know what they say when it comes to Shakey and Freezermen concerts at Vassar College in 01: the drunker, the better.

As Neil works towards and through the last chorus I feel the room spin wildly around him. It's terrifying, drunk and bleak; it's awesome.

Yonder Stands the Sinner is one of the most unhinged tracks in Young's entire oeuvre. It does not sound experimental, David Crosby; rather it sounds wonderfully insane. At 16 years old I just scratched my head and thought about playing The Joshua Tree or something else instead. Today I feel like Neil is reading the words inscribed on my very soul:

Neil Young: he calls my name without a sound.

Up next we've got L.A. I grew up there. It was alright. But this song is way better: Neil borrows much of the hook from Come on Baby Let's Go Downtown and slows it way the hell down. He's already finding his Tonight's The Night sound and groove here with Ben Keith alongside him, the steel guitar throwing shadows on every available wall of the theater. This is probably my favorite song on the record.

Love in Mind, like The Bridge on Side 2, is just lovely. Neil could nail a ballad like no one else at this point. Everything is fragile and quavering. You want to give the poor guy a hug and recommend a good therapist.

My nearly 80 year old mother talked after the show last night about how seeing her son on stage in Prairiewolf was the opposite of all the Kris Kristofferson shows she saw around LA before Kris became a household name. Seeing her drunk, vulnerable, potentially doomed and beloved cousin play live was utterly stressful. She saw that Kris was not well but that he simply had to make earnest art anyway.

I think it would have been similarly stressful to have been an alive and well Neil Young fan in 1972/3. (I was born in 76 and encountered Young as he entered his 90's heyday.) Fans on the Time Fades Away tour must have worried about whether he was even gonna make it through the show without keeling over.

Folks my age and younger have never been properly stressed out by any of Neil's Ditch era; we encountered all that wonderful music with the knowledge that he survived it all; indeed, we knew that he spun the whole era on its head and made it the foundation for his greatness rather than the soundtrack for his demise.

When it comes to great art like this record, time doesn't fade away. It morphs, it swells and it alters perspectives. Kinda like the lights and sounds I saw on stage in LA last night... And check it out: I figured out how to put in a video of it all which captures... almost nothing. But take my word for it, it was awesome!

[yesyourstalker]

I don't know what part this is. I wrote this at 6 am

Slight NSFW mostly implied

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Ikkan: Neta... Hey you ok?

Neta: yeah.... .. I'm fine I'm just waiting for him to leave completely..... He's such an asshole!!

Ikkan: hey come here.... Don't let him get to you okay? He doesn't know anything about you, your life and you never tried...

Neta: yeah.......he never got to see how amazing I am

Ikkan:oh you're so humble.... He doesn't know what he's missing come here [kiss] also you look good baby.... Look a lot happier... [Kiss]...Hehe...more relaxed...[kiss]

Neta: hehehe.....[kiss]

Ikkan: softer.......and warmer............

Neta:.......[smiles].....

Ikkan:........*sigh*.....[kissing]

Neta: We're alone

Ikkan: yeah we are...heheheh

Neta: no cameras

Ikkan:....... .... You want to slow dance like we used to. Remember during our first date?

Neta: oh........ Ok

Ikkan: what what did you think I was implying?

Neta: nothing nothing it's stupid come here. Let's dance just the two of us away from the commotion.

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Koi: so you must be my granddaughter... I've heard so much about you. You have straight A's, your captain on your turf war team, you play second chair

Cirrina: actually I play first chair now

Koi: wonderful!... Look at all that confidence and pride amazing... Oh look at me being so rude. Hi my name is koi koi you can call me Grandma Koi, grandma, admiral koi is also an option. I'm a former CEO now head of the advertisement for tech company venton industries.

Cirrina: weren't you the company that started out with game cards and now he's home consoles and arcades? You guys made jump squid right?

Koi: That's the one. I also dipped my foot in farm life raising krill herding sea cows some experience in going produce

Cirrina: I have a houseplant that I bought from the grocery store. I had to change its pot twice and it's taller than me now...oh I'm also skipping the grade and heading straight to high school next year.. My guidance counselor says if I'm good I can maybe even start college classes early. I'll get ahead of everyone else.

Koi: ohhh impressive... So proud to have you as a granddaughter. I see so much of myself in you. I can just tell you're going to be as powerful and successful as me.

Cirrina: I hope I do.......Grandma admiral koi.

Merv: they ran out of wine but I did snatch up the shrimp puffs They're not that bad..... Hello, who's this?

Koi: *ugh* ..... Hone... this is our granddaughter... Remember Neta told us about

Merv: ohhhhhhh nice to meet you.. you must be cirrina.... You're just as pretty as the picture he gave us. Nice to meet you sweetheart.

Cirrina: awww thank you........ Ikkan told me about you. He used to be a farmer. He told me you had acres of strawberries and would first place for best decal 3 years in a row. That's very impressive. You must know a lot about agriculture

Merv: that's correct! Wow you're really something!

Koi: I know! Ah! I just want to pick her in a bag and take her back to haddaido!

Cirrina:hehehe You're too kind..

Koi: well we have to go We're trying to find our kids. I know your uncle is somewhere.. do expect some presents to be in the mail for you sweetie. You just stole our little hearts.

Cirrina: ok bye....hehee

Mizole: You're a snake. You know that?

Cirrina: You've had spinach between your teeth the last 2 hour shut up.

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Mahi: you think that is going to be mad when we bring this?

Warabi: what's so bad about it? It's just wine?

Mahi: when he expected us to bring drinks He expected it to be in bottles Something you just place on the table make it look nice

Warabi: Oh come on the parties like going to be over in like 4 more hours. We need something like this, that's why I bought five.....for the party

Mahi: We're definitely not going to use all of this. He just wanted one in the apartment

Candi: If he says anything I'm not involved.

Mahi: Baja! Help us bring this in

Baja: ok uhhh what is this exactly

Warabi: its for the party trust me

Baja: ok....

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Neta: so yeah apparently I've been a captain for the military for 7 years and they didn't tell me- what the hell is this? what happened to the bottles of wine you were supposed to get??

Warabi: didn't have any I just so we just bought the barrel of wine. Five of them. I feel like that's enough right?

Neta: get a little too much where we even going to put this

Mahi: we can just put in the back and have waiters fill up cups

Candi: or you can just have all the guests fill up their own cups

Ikkan: That's not a bad idea...

Neta:....*sigh* ....... Yeah okay that's fine..... I'm gone for 2 minutes and y'all turn this into a keg party

Baja: You've actually gone for 45 minutes

Neta: ............ Just set up the barrels....

Ikkan: hehehehe...... Tonight is still early. Come on, let the guests have a little fun.. it'll be funny seeing some of these producers get drunk off their ass.

Koi: I hope one of them isn't you honey

Ikkan: mom! Uh hah.....wooow so good to see you!...... Neta didn't tell me.... He was inviting my parents. Mmmmm

Koi: well I think it would be nice to spend the holidays with my two boys this year...... I actually came here to see my granddaughter and also talk to my son-in-law. We had a conversation about installing a small arcade original in his original store to keep the traction going once his other store opens.

Neta: Yes we do need to talk more about that I also wanted to talk to Noji about buying vending machines as well, let's walk and talk. You look beautiful by the way Koi. Merv is a lucky man

Koi: you damn right it is... You know how long it took me to convince him to come here. I swear he thinks he bursts into flames interacting with people.

Ikkan:......*sigh*......

Warabi: what were you two doing for 45 minutes?

Ikkan: fuck off

Warabi: hehehehehehe going to tell your mom on you

Ikkan: Warabi!

Warabi:[wheeze]

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Mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort or caught stealing one of the wine barrels

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for October 9, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 26:1 (KJV): 1 As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honour is not seemly for a fool. Proverbs 26:1 (AMP): 1 Like snow in summer and like rain in harvest, so honor is not fitting for a (self-confident) fool.

Thought for the Day

Honor bestowed upon a self-confident fool is not fitting, because when attention and honor are given to one who is already prideful, it only causes them to be more prideful and haughtier. Just as snow in summer will damage the plants, so praise and honor cause a prideful person to cause damage to others. Rain in harvest-time is also unfitting, as it prevents the farmer from being able to harvest his crops. Honor is fitting only for those who prove themselves worthy of it. What a travesty for an ungodly fool to be put on a par with heroes and leaders, simply because he has wealth or influence with people in power. In the book of Isaiah, we find a scripture that describes how a fool acts: "For the fool speaks folly and his mind plans iniquity: practicing profane ungodliness and speaking error concerning the LORD, leaving the craving of the hungry unsatisfied and causing the drink of the thirsty to fail" (Isaiah 32:6, AMP).

"The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined. For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the LORD abhorreth. The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts" (Psalm 10:2-4). Proud, self-confident people are consumed with accomplishing their own desires. We saw in Proverbs 19:29 and 21:11 that fools should be punished and that the simple may be warned not to do evil. Even if a fool is too stubborn to let his punishment turn him from wickedness, some of those who see him punished will turn away from doing evil.

As frost coming in summer would destroy crops, praise and honor coming on a fool hurts people. Honoring a fool increases his stubbornness and pride because it implies that we approve of his godlessness. Rather than help him to find the Lord, we help him harden his heart and thus share in his guilt. By praising a fool, we may also cause others to stumble. Sometimes it is costly not to do as the crowd does. Not giving honor to an ungodly fool may cost us a great deal in this world, but we need to choose the eternal riches of good character over earthly gain. We ought to be careful not to share in the guilt of a fool's sin or sow compromise in ourselves and cause others to stumble, for we all shall reap what we sow (Galatians 6:7-8).

If we sow evil things, we shall also reap those things; however, we have a choice, and can sow good things. If we reach out to the poor and help others, God will send people to help us in our hour of need. If we are merciful to those who sin against us, God will be merciful to us when we fail Him. If we give to others and the work of the Lord, the Lord will cause our finances to be blessed. If we encourage others, others will encourage us when we need encouragement. If we humble ourselves, the Lord will lift us up, but if we brag and exalt our own selves, then we shall fall. We should ask God to help us remain humble and pray for those who walk in pride.

Prayer Devotional for the Day Dear Heavenly Father, I love You Lord and thank You for the many blessings You have bestowed upon me. Lord, I humble myself before You and ask You to forgive me for demonstrating any pride before men. I know that I could do nothing without You. You are the One who gives us life and breath, and health and well-being. Without Your touch on my life, I could not do the things that I do every day. Lord, I bless Your name and worship You! You are a mighty God. Reach out to all of Your children and help us, as we follow in the straight and narrow path of holiness. I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ,gatekeeperwatchman. org TM ‎Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups Jacksonville, Florida USA, Tuesday, October 8, 2024, X … @ParkermillerQ, #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO.

[ameliaella]

The UNCOMMON MAN: From Humble Beginnings To A Confidante Of President Marcos, An Inside Story by CELEDONIO M Javier (Author)

The Author of this book, The UNCOMMON MAN, tells a story of one man's humble beginnings to becoming a confidante of President FERDINAND E. MARCOS of the Philippines.

My roots stem from a family of farmers living in the barrio of Magsalise, in the town of Jaen, Province of Nueva Ecija, Philippines. From there, I grew up and struggled on my way to acquiring knowledge from Primary and Elementary, to Secondary and College education, earning the Degree of Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Engineering (BSME) from one of the best Universities in Manila.

At a very young age, I knew that my parents could not afford to pay for my High School and College education. At age of 10, while still in my 3rd year grade in primary school, I strived to learn a musical instrument with the intention of securing a scholarship in music someday. I knew that joining a school band allows me to obtain free tuition in both High School and College.

I graduated with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Mechanical Engineering (BSME). In 1962, I passed the board exam (MPE) given by the Board of Mechanical Engineering Examiners. After receiving my Board Certificate in February,1963, I married Rizalina Juan of Manila on June 29,1963 and started a business entrepreneurship in the Philippines from then on.

I was in close relationship with President Ferdinand E. Marcos from the time he was elected as the President of the Philippines in 1965 until the time he stepped down from Presidency in 1986.

[writer59january13]

The remnants of August 2024 Hurricane Debbie

Like a humane huntress, she

(the anthropomorphized storm)

brought a spate of cool Autumn like

temperatures and gentle soothing rain here within my neck of the woods

for the last couple of days.

No matter the fall equinox and first day of autumn arrives countless weeks from now on Sunday, September 22, 2024, at 08:44 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time in the Northern Hemisphere synonymous with The Eastern Time Zone a time zone encompassing part or all of 23 states in the eastern part of the United States, parts of eastern Canada, and the state of Quintana Roo in Mexico

the only Mexican state to observe EST. Said geographical area moved from Central Time to Eastern Time after a successful lobbying effort by tourism interests. In 2015, the state of Quintana Roo changed to a new time zone, Zona Sureste (Southeast Zone), and discontinued daylight saving time, being in UTC−05:00 all year. Quintana Roo does not observe daylight saving time.

Though record breaking triple digit temperatures showed no mercy against the sheltering sky, (when humanity

gets bowled over like ten pins

not sparing anyone after fury of coming storm and indiscriminate havoc of mother nature

poised to strike) unleashing brutally hazy, hot, and humid dog days gave

weather weary woebegone wretched earthlings something to complain about and blame the Republicans

no doubt, aforementioned swath of land experienced temporary respite and relief against relentless horrid umpteenth heat wave,

which reprieve and blessing from the blustering, blistering,

and blasting fiery solar blast furnace

summoning gratitude regarding

temporary prized lull heaven sent

buzzfeeding, and nursing biosphere with good n plenti liquid precipitation offering sneak preview when at long last summer two thousand twenty four segues into September days awash with refreshing temperatures and bathing the terrestrial firmament with much welcoming rain. Soon empyrean découpage citadel

will betoken (bespeak) autumnal arrival

as chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature

one humble human doth bid summer adieu. Already an imperceptible merest trace hints of crisp cool mornings and evenings ushering fresh air French kissed yours truly tongue in cheek refreshing air wafts thru longish hair trademark characteristic property aging pencil neck geek attends brief bathroom charge coffee exotic brew jolted kidneys leak urine not kidding water closet doth reek.

Back after I did potty hod dee.

How grand when third season of two thousand and twenty four

visits upon us mortals

Montgomery county, Pennsylvania said geographic real estate sloughs (i.e. sheds) summer dog days

necessitating unshuttered windows

allowing, enabling and providing natural aeration

to circulate thru unit B44 cozy one bedroom apartment.

I will stave off clicking

the central air conditioning unnecessarily,

nor crank up british thermal units

(the amount of heat needed to raise

one pound of water at maximum density through one degree Fahrenheit,

equivalent to 1.055 × 103 joules)

until bone chilling cold arrives,

though hard to believe,

yet invariably come Jack Frost will make his debut

and like clockwork, yours truly will renege and surrender creature comfort, albeit climate controlled temptation similar when global warming quite evident predicated upon Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction. Though ecology minded quick acclimation to unseasonable hot or cold temperatures

will find me (a contrarian) eating his words

adjusting thermostat dial by way of explanation to remove the chill no matter cranking up heat will invariably aggravate palmar hyperhidrosis

whereas turning on air conditioning

doth thwart excessive sweating of palms

during sweltering triple digit

Ah... remembrance of wood burning stove papa lit,

to dispense chill pervading childhood home

324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm"

within national (local registry)

when Leiper family initially occupied estate

at that time (think early twentieth century)

merely intended as summer getaway.

This time of year finds me

to reminisce and wax poetic

nostalgia more pronounced,

particularly as aspiring wordsmith

orbitz the sun seemingly with greater rapidity

twelve months cycling at light speed

accentuated when flora and fauna

exhibit metaphorical raiment

presaging fall fashion

linkedin with approaching senescence

prompting choleric, generic, and homeric garden variety Homo sapien

to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid.

Gentrification impossible mission

thus thy lovely bones will subsequently

become repurposed into ashes sprinkled

hither and yon to and fro

across elysium fields of happy hunting grounds.

[johnnysslaughter]

his smile widens when noting the flush in cheeks, when lithe fingers fit relaxed against his rougher, larger ones in a handshake. it's with a simple gesture, a simple turn of their hands & leaving enough room to pull away if it is too much or unwanted, for johnny to lift her hand up to him, lips pressing soft kiss onto the knuckles, lowering her hand & releasing, hand laxed. like shaking hands with the devil, like talking & kissing death itself before it comes down to reap its wants. johnny's tongue presses to his cheek. laying his cards, laying his charm, on the table, thick.

❛ julie, ❜ he tastes how it feels on his tongue, drawl & all, & how divine it tastes. blood, gore, & all, he's sure, would match how pretty the name & appearance was. brow raises at her question -- his eyes observing her, going from her face to her hair, to her eyes. taking her in without straying.

❛ i do, ❜ johnny answers, simply. not too much to tell. ❛ 'm just a humble ol' farmer boy, when i ain't workin' with my uncle, ❜ the old man earlier, drayton. it gives johnny the heebie jeebies even calling him such a title. he'd rather call him a bastard, an old shit that ain't good for nothin'. sour, but johnny manages to make it sound fine. ❛ on down in the country side of town, just over yonder, if y' kept goin' west, y' bound to come across our homes. we gots lots of property & farmland on that way, ❜ johnny explains, using his hand & waving it to the presumed west in mention to gesture that way ( all he knew is he drove from that way ).

johnny clicks his tongue once. that's enough about him for now. ❛ where y' from, baby? i can tell y' ain't no southern belle now. y' from the city or ... ? ❜

her  cheeks  flush  a  few  shades  brighter,  all  the  while,  the  sweat  from  the  sweltering  sun  casts  tiny  beads  to  crawl  out  from  her  pores.  the  borders  of  olive  hued  eyes  begin  to  sting  from  the  melting  wax  of  her  eyeliner.  she  certainly  didn't  feel  very  pretty  right  now,  but  boy  was  it  hard  to  look  away  from  this  man.  there  was  just  something  about  him.  other  than  him  being, like,   ridiculously  handsome,  of  course.

although  her  chin  is  held  high  to  shield  her  true  thoughts,  her  parched  lips  eventually  crack  into  a  small,  lopsided  grin  while  fluttering  red  orange  and  black  blotched  lids.  'babydoll? like. . . . really?'  mouth  presses  thin  to  subdue  a  chuckle  that  threatens  to  surface.  almost  flattering,  but  not  quite.  still,  she'd  give  him  a  chance.  it  wasn't  as  if  she  was  seriously  seeing  anybody.

❝.  .  .  i'm  julie.❞  the  hand  on  her  hip  reaches  out  towards  his,  lithe  fingers  fitting  relaxed  against  his  much  larger  ones.  ❝  so, do  you  live  around  here,  johnny?  ❞

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Your Humble Servant (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe - historical, primarily 1912 - 1920s, lord Hannibal, farm boy Will, abandoned Will, adopted Will, childhood friendship, getting to know each other, developing relationship, first kiss, yearning, pining, separation, parental death (Hannibal's parents), angst, period typical societal bullshit, financial ruin, misunderstandings, The Great War, WW1, warfare, trench warfare, kissing, hand jobs, secret relationship, flashbacks, period typical lube, anal fingering, anal sex, love confessions, The Battle of the Somme, injury, injury recovery multiple separations and reunions, pining, angst, life altering injuries, disability, PTSD, nightmares, London secret gay community, 1920s London, classism, reunion, rekindled relationship, revelations, (belated) reunion sex, biting, possessive sex, dirty talk, morning blow job, unexpected visitors, jealousy, flashbacks, revelations, hurt/comfort, family drama, more separation and more angst (sorry), brief Hannibal/Donald Sutcliffe, semi-public sex, declarations of love, family secrets, growing old together, time skips, happy ending. 

From abandoned baby to farm hand, from soldier to clerk, Will's life is a twisted road with only one constant, a love he is sure he can never have.

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“Can I help you, my lord?”

Hannibal looked up and blushed when he realised he’d been seen by Mr Graham, peering into his pigpen.

“I, uh…” Hannibal stammered. Almost ten years old and the heir of the lord of this great estate, he knew he should always be eloquent and fair like his father. This, despite the fact that being caught snooping made him feel ashamed to the point of anger. He schooled himself and cleared his throat, but before he could continue the farmer chuckled and shook his head. 

“If it’s young Will you’re after, he’s inside helping his mother with the crate. If you’re wanting to wait m’lord, he’ll be taking it up to the big house shortly. He could keep you company on your way back.”

Hannibal straightened himself and gave a curt nod to the farmer, who smiled warmly and tipped his hat. 

“Go on in then, m’lord. I dare say Mrs Graham has some tea brewing.”

Hannibal gave another nod and finally replied, “my thanks, Mr Graham.”

The farmer tipped his hat with another smile and Hannibal took his leave, trying not to seem too eager in his gait as he strode over the flagstones up to the little farmhouse. 

Hannibal knew from the etiquette lessons his nanny had begun to instil in him that it wasn’t proper to be too enthusiastic or overbearing in a friendship, even as a child. Frivolities should be in measure, and must always be proper. 

Perhaps his friendship with the farmer’s son was improper in some ways - by virtue of their birth at least. But, at almost eight years of age, Will Graham was the only child even remotely near his age in the near vicinity. 

And the truth was, he found Will fascinating.

Your Humble Servant is now posting on AO3

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