#Pantaloons Deals

[jinnie-ret]

stray kids reaction to s/o who can't sleep in the same bed

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: cheating, implied toxic relationships (not with skz)

request (from anon): I wanna request a skz reaction to their s/o who has trust issues and prefers to deal e things herself and also prefers to sleep alone in her room n stuff bc she trusts them but she needs to work her way up with being comfortable and ok to feel vulnerable enough to sleep w them n how they'd react to s/o taking months to a year for the to finally allow themselves to sleep next to them or even the same room as them?

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Bang Chan

Your boyfriend Chan had texted you asking you to come over last minute, but of course, you weren't going to deny you or him from seeing each other. The issue was, plans being this last minute meant you hadn't had time to shave your legs. You didn't think Chan was the type of guy to judge you or anyone for having hairy legs, but it was more so your own qualms about things, and not feeling like you were deep enough into your relationship to trust that it wouldn't make him look at you in a different light.

Currently you were both heading into his bedroom, ready to cuddle and get some sleep - yes, you had managed to get your boyfriend to steer away from staying up all night.

You dove into the bed, Chan chuckling behind you as you shuffled under the blankets, wiggling like a worm.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Chan laughed at you as he stripped out of his t-shirt and joined you in bed.

"Going to sleep?" your voice was muffled by the pillows your face was pressed into.

"Oh right, in jeans, yeah?" Chan laid on his side, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Sometimes when I nap in them they turn into pantaloons and I've really been into ATEEZ and pirates lately," you rambled on. Yes there was some truth in that, but it wasn't the thing that needed revealing today.

"Babe what?" Chan blinked confusedly at your rambling, "why don't you get comfy?"

"Ummm... Actually I think the sofa is more comfy, I'll just sleep there," you scrambled out of the bed.

"What's wrong with the bed?" Chan grabbed your hand gently, pulling you back towards him with a slight frown as he sat up, "you've slept in it before."

"I ummm..." your voice wavered, looking at the floor and chewing the inside of your cheek feeling awkward.

"Babe, just tell me," he shuffled over to be sat directly next to you.

"I haven't shaved," you mumble incoherently.

"Huh? What was that baby?" Chan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

"I didn't shave my legs... I'm embarrassed," you admit with big eyes, looking at Chan's expression and hoping not to see disgust.

"Is that all? Babe I don't care if your legs are hairy, I want to be with a woman, not a little girl, I don't care if your legs get hairy it's natural, yeah?" Chan preaches to you after a sigh of relief. He had his arm still around your shoulder, yet he was rocking you side to side.

"Hmmm..." you said in thought, trying to fight off a grin appearing on your face and instead look contemplative instead.

"What, was it something I said?" Chan rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah actually..." you fake sighed.

"Oh I'm sorry what was it that I said?" Chan intertwined your hands, speaking carefully and wanting you to feel comfortable enough about what was said wrong.

"You say you want to be with a woman not a little girl, so why do you insist that I call you Dadd-" you start laughing, just about managing to get your words out.

"Stoppp, stoppp, go, shoo, you, go put your pyjamas on funny girl," Chan sighed with a laugh, unable to hide it as he pushed you to stand.

"Ok Dadd-" you turned to tease him again, before he cut you off.

"Y/N!" he chased after you, tickling your sides as you squealed and laughed. You were glad that he didn't care about you having hairy legs. It was now reassuring in the future for any worries that you had, that he'd understand.

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Minho

"I swear you hug the cats more than me," he smirked, simply teasing you from where he was sat at the other end of the sofa with Dori in his lap. You had the ginger babies Soonie and Doongie in yours. You were glad though because it brought you great comfort with the paranoia you had been feeling more and more recently.

He was your boyfriend, and you loved him, but you worried his teasing comments were actually subtle digs. You were still shy about being physically affectionate with him, particularly with sharing a bed with him.

"I-i'm sorry Min, I'm trying," your voice wobbles.

"Darling, I'm joking, don't worry," Minho lifted Dori off of his lap, standing up and stretching and not seeing the distress that still remained on your face. "Right, I'm going to get some sleep, you want to join?"

"I-i'm not ready yet, sorry Min."

"It's ok, darling." He always announced when he was going to bed, always leaving the question in the air so you could say yes if you felt ready. But that still wasn't the case this time, and as he turned to get a glass of water from the kitchen, he was stopped in his tracks by your cries.

"I-it's not because I don't love you, because I do!! I really do!! I just want to work myself up for it you know? I don't wanna be awkward and stuff but-" you had lifted the cafs off of your lap, feeling guilty and in that moment seeing him turn away from you felt like he was annoyed.

"Hey, hey, darling, where's all these tears coming from, hmm?" Minho soothed you, his voice slightly higher pitched when he was being gentle with you. "I told you, it's ok, really," he wiped your tears off of your cheeks.

"I feel like I'm being annoying," you sniffled, looking down only for him to tilt your chin upwards.

"I'd rather you be comfortable, ok?" Minho was always patient with you, "don't let it stress you out ok?"

"O-ok," you took in a deep breath, calming yourself down.

"I love you, get some rest, ok darling?"

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Changbin

Your boyfriend was peacefully sleeping in bed, small snores escaping his lips as his face was squished against one of his thick arms. And he was a light sleeper, probably from previously living in a dorm full of boys before that were chaotic to say the least, and that was from what you saw meeting them outside of their home space.

You tiptoed into the bedroom, taking a deep breath. Never sleeping in the same bed as him was something you knew didn't deter him but you could see it when he'd miss you goodnight that he wished that you would sleep with him. That boy wanted nothing more than to hold you all night in his arms, but he respected your decision still. Tonight, things were different.

Slowly crawling into bed next to him, you lifted up the duvet and laid down beside him, slowly resting your head against the top of his back and an arm across his waist. You were nervous, yes, but you had missed his comfort after wishing each other good night, even though it had only been half an hour.

The beast had awoken, quite dramatically you must admit. But it was fair, considering you wouldn't normally sleep next to him he wouldn't be expecting anyone in bed next to him.

"Huh...? Woah! What?! Honey?" Changbin's initial murmurs had turned to surprised joyful shouts as he flew out of bed to make sure this was all real. You just sat there stunned with your hands covering your ears.

Your boyfriend did a happy dance, jumping into bed next to you as he wiggled against you, and instead he was the big spoon this time round. His heartbeat was racing and so was yours.

"Surprise?" you giggled, making him coo and squish your cheeks.

"My honey," Changbin kissed your cheek before cuddling up to you even tighter, "good night."

Now that, was in a much deeper voice in comparison to his excited shouts. The duality of this man, and he was all yours.

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Hyunjin

"Baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" Hyunjin quickly got up from his seat, bringing you into a hug. With your usual solace in his presence you sink into his embrace.

"Hey Jinnie," you then sat down across from him in the cafe.

"I'm so glad you saw me today, I was worried about you," Hyunjin grabbed your hands, holding them in his.

"Worried? You don't have to worry about me," you offered an awkward smile, knowing fully well why he felt this way. He had asked you on multiple dates just to see you when he was miraculously free from his busy schedule. But each time you cancelled, getting worried you were falling too deeply only for it to be thrown away. You were scared to get close in case you got hurt, so you flaked out from each time he wanted to see you. It wasn't until your friends prompted you to see him that you thought maybe you should this time.

"You haven't been wanting to see me... I haven't done something wrong have I, baby?" Hyunjin worried, one of his hands releasing one of yours in turn to sip from his iced americano.

"It's not you Jinnie, I'm just... scared," you answered honestly, for the sake of reassuring him. It didn't feel fair for him to worry without knowing why you were really avoiding him.

"Scared? Of what?" Hyunjin leant forwards, elbows not resting on the table between you both.

"I-i don't want to ruin things between us because once we get closer we'll be going round each other's apartments and then it's sharing a bed together and I'm just not ready for that yet," you explained, words tumbling past your lips as you felt flustered.

"Oh baby, we never have to force anything, I'd never rush you if you're not ready. If your pace is slower than mine, so be it. I will not make you catch up with me, I'll be right next to you instead," Hyunjin promised you, looking deeply into your eyes so you knew it. "I wish you told me sooner, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too Jinnie."

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Han

"Please don't feel bad my baby, I really don't mind," Han pleaded, not wanting you to feel guilty. You both held hands as you were sat on the sofa watching a film, specifically, Spirited Away.

"You don't find it weird?" you weakly ask, eyes not leaving the TV screen.

"I've never been with anyone before that's felt the same way, but I love you, so I'm not about to throw that away because you're not ready to sleep in the same bed as me," Han spoke calmly, like it was something he had gone over in his head plenty of times.

"I want to, I really want to, Ji, I'm sorry babe," your voice wobbled, thick with emotion, Han kissing your hand as he tentatively brought your it to his plush lips, always careful with you. He was always understanding that you needed more time with things due to previous relationships.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, I have an idea," Han grinned, leaving the sofa without any explanation and getting busy with moving things around in the bedroom.

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"Come on, it's like a sleepover every night, I don't know why I didn't think of it in the first place..." Han felt proud of himself gazing across at you from the bed. You see, Han had taken it into his own hands to make you feel more comfortable around him to sleep near him, not quite next to him yet. Fortunately, his apartment came with a spare bed frame, bedding, the works, so he had set up a bed for you across from his own. It was perfect, right? You didn't have to sleep next to him in bed yet, but at least you could stay over this time, and one day cuddle in bed til you fall asleep.

That was what Han hoped. You on the other hand, were too busy in your own world, thinking about the worst things that could happen to mentally prepare yourself, your hand twisting the blanket in its grip.

"Baby, is it too much? I can drive you home now if you want?" Han stretched his leg out, nudging your foot with his own to shake you out of your thoughts.

"N-no I'm just gonna umm... Let you fall asleep first... Makes me feel safer so I know that you won't do anything you know," you rambled with your jaw clenched. That all too familiar lump in your throat was making its presence known and you didn't know if you were going to yawn or cry.

"Hey?" Han softly said.

"Y-yeah?" you nervously look up at him, only to see pure adoration and warmth oozing from those boba eyes of his.

"It's ok, yeah, I wouldn't do that to you, I care about you far too much," Han slowly walked over to you to allow you to process his movement happening in front of you, and brushed some hair back from your eyes.

"You're the best," you murmured, leaning your face further into his hand making him grin.

"I know, baby."

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Felix

There it was again, that funny feeling. You hadn't gotten so lucky before being cheated on in your previous relationship, so when you smelt the different perfume on the pillows in your bedroom, you were heartbroken. You didn't have it in you to be angry at Felix, not him. Maybe just at yourself for not noticing it sooner. But maybe a part of you wanted the pain, to know for sure it was true, because you didn't leave straight away, no, you just waited for him to notice something was up.

"Hi love, you going to sleep?" Felix grinned as he came up to you, stroking your hair out of your face. And you let him.

"Yeah... I was going to borrow one of your pillows but I couldn't help but notice it smelt differently," you brushed his hands off of your hair.

"Oh, did you like the smell?" Felix beamed at you, ever so sunny when all you felt was blue.

"Are you kidding me? Did I like it?" your voice cracked. "Lixie, is this some sick joke?"

"Love..." he reached out to hold your shoulders but you backed further away.

"Don't. Please don't. I gave you a chance just then to admit what you had done. Is it because of me? Because I'm not ready to sleep in bed next to you, you have to get another woman? And don't try to tell me I borrowed that pillow last night because my perfume does not smell like that!" you cried, wiping your nose as you did and pointing at the bed in disgust.

"It could though, let me explain, love," Felix held your hands and even though he was the source of your upset, or at least the version of him that your brain created was, you sat with him on the sofa.

"It's a new perfume, not from another woman, but for you if you like it. I-i just didn't want to give you one and you didn't like the scent so I got the tester to try out and if you liked it then I was going to buy the bottle for you," Felix brought you into his arms whilst he explained, and you felt like a bitch.

"I'm such a bitch."

"No, no, don't be silly love, I didn't realise that it could have been triggering for you, ok, so don't call yourself that," Felix mumbled in his deep voice soothingly, kissing you on the head.

"I did like the perfume scent by the way," you whispered. That's what would have been more annoying - that the imaginary woman had a good taste in scents.

"I'm glad you do, love."

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Seungmin

You had been judged many a time by your last boyfriend for your sleeping habits, whether it was for your not so soft snores or when sometimes you'd accidentally drool because of having your cheek pressed against your hand all night. So when you got with Seungmin, you were hesitant in sharing a bed with him, let alone falling asleep next to him. Sometimes you just couldn't help it.

The two of you had been watching a movie and foolishly you let yourself fall asleep, only to be awoken by Seungmin's giggles.

"I never knew you were a snorer, honey," Seungmin laughed to himself, but you were awoke in an instant, the sounds of your peaceful sleep cut off as you looked at him in alert.

"Oh sorry, I know I'm loud, I, umm..." you rambled awkwardly, cheeks inflamed in a rosy red tint, bringing the blanket more around your body in attempt to comfort yourself.

"Like a drone or something," your boyfriend giggled once more, but his smile faded at seeing you frown. "Hey I'm just joking..."

"No you're not," you mumble grumpily. It had to come back to this. Always. You couldn't help it. It was a habit for a reason.

"I am, I am, don't hide from me," Seungmin insisted, tugging the blanket away from you face, bopping the pout your lips wore.

"Stoppp, I'm embarrassed, Minnie," you pushed his hands away, well tried to.

"Don't be, I don't care, honestly, I sleep easily and plus you're not the only one who snores," Seungmin pulled you into his arms.

"You snore too?" you rose an eyebrow, you had never heard him do so before.

"No but Channie does. He's like a foghorn. So don't worry, yours is far better," Seungmin chuckled, teasing his leader when he wasn't even there.

"You sure? I never wanted to disturb you, is all," you look up at him as he leans down slightly to kiss you on the head with a sweet smile.

"Very, now please sleep in my arms, you can relax, honey," Seungmin gently rubbed your back as you turned to face him.

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Jeongin

Worst. Day. Ever.

Was it normal for a part time job at a cafe to be chaotic? No, not the one you worked at anyways. This was why it was such a surprise for you to deal with a rowdy customer that decided that he didn't like his coffee because it was 'too hot' and wanted a refund, all whilst you had the busiest shift of your life. Well, he certainly didn't get one after chucking the freshly brewed beverage all over you.

You were dismissed earlier by your manager, who could see how anxious you were feeling, and after you were checked over you returned to yours and Jeongin's apartment, being the first home for once. And you couldn't resist the comfort of his soft, plush bed as your spot to let yourself cry, despite the fact you've never slept next to him before. In fact, your unfamiliarity of being in the room distracted you from the fact the front door unlocked and that there were foosteps heading straight towsrds you.

"Jagi?" Jeongin asked confusedly seeing you curled up in his bed. It wasn't a sight he expected to see. He understood you had boundaries and didn't feel ready sharing a bed yet. The more concerning thing was the sobs wracking through your body.

"Oh?" you jumped, turning to see your boyfriend with care and sadness shining in his eyes at the sight of your tears.

"What's the matter, hmm?" Jeongin slowly sat down next to you, resting a hand gently on your knee. That was when you dissolved into tears once more. "Oh, jagi," he instinctively pulled you in for a cuddle, before you shuffled out of his arms.

"I'm sorry, I've just had such a bad day and your bed looked so comfy and-"

"Why's your neck all red?" Jeongin frowned.

"Angry customer, threw his drink at me, and it hurt, and then my manager sent me home and-"

"Come here," Jeongin quietened you, opening his arms once more which you accepted this time.

"I'm sorry," you cried into his chest.

"Don't be sorry. I don't care that you laid down in the bed. I'm more worried about you, Jagi, ok?" Jeongin's embrace became tighter when he heard your small whimpers, a clear sign that you were trying to stop yourself from crying.

"Just wanna forget about today," you mumbled sadly.

"I know, I know, let's ummm... Ok maybe not a hot bath... let me get some cream for you, treat those burns," Jeongin pecked you on the cheek, deciding against your skin enduring more pain from hot water, and quickly got up, soon returning with some ointment for you. He made the decision to gently rub it into your neck, having a better pair of eyes than you did. One, because you couldn't see it fully, two, because your eyes were still slightly blurred from tears.

"T-thank you, Innie," you kissed his hand before it fully pulled away from your neck, making a weird face as the cream went onto your lips, the taste of it not so pleasant.

"Silly girl, here," he wiped the cream off your lips with his thumb, kissing you just to make sure the taste still wasn't there, and then you were both satisfied.

"Love you, Innie."

"Love you too, Jagi, even with panda eyes."

"Shit, I forgot I wore mascara today."

"I know, Jagi, I know."

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[chillinglyadventurous]

Got some Stanley fluff for ya (just an idea, I probably could flesh it out more but it’s a scene I’ve thought about a lot)

Old man Stan with his younger partner are curled up together on his old, yellow recliner. You’re sitting between his legs, side pressed to his chest while your legs fall over the armrest.

Stan is holding you so securely as he focuses on whatever shitty hallmark movie is playing, fingers rubbing against your hip stalling as he scoffs at whatever stupid decision the characters in the movie make.

But all you can do is laugh and kiss under his jaw while he complains, nuzzling your face into his neck when he stumbles over his words. Huffing now about how you’re throwing him off by acting how the characters in the movie should be acting.

I just wanna sweetly fluster the old man and make him feel loved.

The Duchess Approves

Thank you so much for request! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it. I’m just happy to get a Stan request. I’m a Ford girl, but I do love some Stanley. He’s the sweetest goober.

Tags: Fluff

You gave a relaxed sigh even as Stan talked over the TV. You were laid across him on his recliner. Your rear was between his legs , head on his chest, while your ankles were crossed over one of the arm rests. At first, you had hated that ugly, yellow chair. Now, it was the most comfortable place in the world.

When you had first started seeing Stan, he would take you out and show you off. However, the sugar baby allegations were too much for you to deal with. You loved this man. You didn’t care that he was forty years older than you. However, everyone else in town did.

Despite his assurances, it made you about uncomfortable. “Don’t worry, babe,” he had smirked, “they’re just jealous I get you all to myself.”

Still, you much preferred where you were now with your side pressed firm to his chest. You could tell he was trying to suck in the pudge he often hid behind a girdle. If only he knew how much you loved it.

Usually, his demeanor was so hard. His personality was gruff, but you knew the sweeter side, the softer side. That’s why you loved that little pooch that you could only ever full see when he was sleeping next to you.

“These idiots,” Stan grouched from above you. “Don’t they knew that’s not how you win a lady’s heart?” He bent you back in his lap and pressed a wet kiss to your mouth. When he pulled away, his face was covered in a smile. You blushed so beautifully. “Now, that’s how you win a lady.”

The two of you had watched The Duchess Knows a million times. Stan always said you loved it whenever someone caught him gabbing on and on. In truth, you couldn’t stand it, but it made him happy, so you would sit through it.

Lazily, his fingers drew shapes on your hips through your pajama pants. Your head rested on his chest, peppering kisses under his chin. He was so engrossed in whatever sleazy moves Count Lionel was making.

In a twist, the Count kissed the Duchess’s sister. Stan scoffed, his fingers on your hip stilling. He looked down at you. “You’d kill me if I ever did that crap! Who does he think he’s foolin’?” He shook his head, “He’s definitely not fooling me. I clocked him as a cad the moment I saw him.”

“Takes one to know one,” you snarked. You gave him another kiss.

He glanced down at you for a brief moment. “Listen here, toots, I may be a cad, but I’m your cad. Get over it.”

“Silly old man,” you sighed as you rested your head on his chest again. He pulled you in tighter. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

He nestled you deeper into his hold, body pressed flush against your side. He gave a huff. “Ya know, hot stuff, I’d fight any pantaloon wearing geek for you. Defend your honor and all that mushy stuff.”

[blushsturns]

introducing: bad boy!matt x librarian!reader (headcanons)

★ moodboard - pt.1 ★

♡ librarian!reader works at the public library in town and absolutely loves her job.

♡ librarian!reader loves to bake goodies in her free time for all of her loved ones.

♡ librarian!reader is sassy, but sweet and knows what she wants in life and what’s right for her.

♡ librarian! reader is incredibly good with people whether she’s at work or not. she always knows how to put a smile on someone's face.

♡ librarian!reader goes thrift shopping any chance she gets and pairs the cutest outfits together.

♡ librarian!reader is incredibly smart and currently going to school for her masters in library science.

♡ librarian!reader always offers to do your nails because she loves the little details.

♡ librarian!reader soon becomes intrigued with the bad boy who keeps showing up at the library specifically for her.

☆ bad boy!matt is the best hookup for weed in town and is always out doing deals for extra cash.

☆ bad boy!matt throws crazy parties and hooks up with whatever girl will give him the attention.

☆ bad boy!matt is possessive by nature and has a short temper, especially when it comes to things (and people) he loves.

☆ bad boy!matt is such a sweet talker and always knows what to say to make you give in to him.

☆ bad boy!matt was the top of his graduating class, despite always being into some kind of trouble.

☆ bad boy!matt is amazing at reading people. there’s not much you can hide from him because he can always figure it out.

☆ bad boy!matt rolls up and smokes his blunts in his garage while staying lost in his thoughts. lately his thoughts have been consumed of you.

☆ bad boy!matt can tell that you aren’t like other girls and desperately wants you to bring your walls down and let him in.

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a/n:

thank you to @sturnshood for helping me make the header and some of the hcs! you’re the best, i love you sm. ♡

i hope you guys like this au! thank you for supporting me and all the nice words. if you have any ideas for me or just wanna talk, don’t hesitate to send me a message or hit up my inbox!

love you guys!

-nessa ღ

[once-upon-a-stolas]

Hey there. Been a while, hasn't it?

Getting back into the swing of things with a couple of very soft, extremely silly entries from July 22nd and 23rd of 2020. The former features an offering from one of Blitzo's art streams (which we'll discuss in the next entry); among the rainbow of ridiculous horse doodles, there's a drawing of Stolas, who looks like a cross between Stolas, a giraffe, and two pairs of high heeled boots. The real Stolas loves it -- loves Blitzo -- and if anyone's ever wondered why I draw a distinction between pre-Murder Family Instagram Stolas and post- Murder Family Instagram Stolas, this is one of the reasons. Post- Murder Family Instagram Stolas, apart from being a soft reset who adhered to the full moon deal where his predecessor hadn't, was shown to be deeply unimpressed by Blitzo's love for horses.

July 23 sees Stolas posting a picture of himself in a white poet shirt and oversized pantaloons that say "Art thou nasty" on the butt. He eagerly tags Blitzo, and rather than being disgusted or put off, Blitzo responds with a laughing emoji. Stolas sends back an emoji that's blowing a kiss.

By now, we've reached the point in the Instagrams where we've seriously got to wonder if these two can be said to be dating, and while I don't know that they're quite there yet, it's still a wonderful thing to behold. There's no full moon deal, none of the dubious consent implications that came with it...they're just two characters who slept together once, then started hanging out together, have been implied to continue sleeping together, and now a few months later are becoming comfortable enough to swap blushing and heart emotes.

It was nice. It was just so incredibly nice.

[g0g0at]

Everyone is sharing their Malevolent live listen’s of 44, so here’s mine I guess

Lovely sound design as always

I always forget Harlan can sing

Very apt lyrics

The Waylay… like a limbo? An inbetween?

I HAD MY AUDIO UP FOR THE MUSIC MY EARSSSSSS

“It’s going to be ok. I’ll take care of you. It’ll be ok. It’ll be fine” GOODBYE

Three days is not enough time to recover from… what, 7 stab wounds and a field surgery

Yorick, never change

John he being so caring. But also logical. Because Arthur keeps running around. With 7 stab wounds. And a massive hole in his stomach

John and Yorick butting heads

Smh he forgot it :((

“When I die-“

“If”

“When is correct”

Arthur hoping he could have been reunited with Faroe in the after life

Yorick stop

John being protective <3

Arthur Lester? You mean ARMOUR LESTER YEAAAAHA

Gonna be useful for not getting stabbed

“With the amount of times you get stabbed” it’s been at least 12 now right

John beat me to that one

Got some pantaloons

HA I WAS RIGHT HE THOUGHT HE’D SEE FAROE

YORICK THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT

THREE DAYS IS NOT ENOUGH

John sounds so exasperated

“How do I look less?”

“Less like a sore thumb”

“Harder to kill”

John it’s ok it’s just low iron

Blood loss catching up to him

READ THE DAMN LETTER

John has had enough

Trying not to burst out laughing on the bus

Arthur idk if I would call erasing matter “simple”

“Conjecture!”

“Right right right” callback

Arthur being the mediator

So John told him everything…

THE L WORD!!!

“I’m proud of you” GUH

“HE WAS NOT ALONE!”

Oh yorick was right. Well done

Arthur don’t go swimming please

She sank… I know the witch trials were nonsense but they did say witches were supposed to float… hm

DON’T GO SWIMMING IN THE WOMB WATER

He’s been under a for a WHILE

He didn’t see her death when they touched her??

AH FUCK

They got birthed or something (rebirth narrative, breaking of the water)

Time spent in water: 3 minutes and 17 seconds. Impressive with 6 holes in his chest

Naw they’re all laughing

AW FUCK HIS STITCHES

Ooh ok posing as the prince, good idea

They gotta do some walking

Another deal to add to the list

Walking around with a severed head and severed hand smh

Yorick what are you up to…

Why does he keep calling them that…

“You will see”

Ooh I love how the cicadas tune changed when he said that

ALEXANDER

He’s so happy to see the owl hehe

WAYLAY MENTION

Ah he got some memories from the waylay

Ooooh another mystery on our hands…

“Someone knows your drink order” PARKER?! PARKER MENTION?!!!!

[whatthefishh]

bloom for me

Series Masterlist

Regency Santiago Garcia x f!reader

A/N: Reader has a nickname (Wis) because I thought it flowed better with a title considering the regency times. Forgive me for historical inaccuracies it’s all fun and games here 😭🩷

Warnings: this chapter will have mentions of sex, pining, probably cringe writing, idk I just need to put this out there, be gentle pls. This has a real plot I promise lmao.

Words: 3k

He’s brooding again. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if he wasn’t so outwardly affected by his inner thoughts, whatever they may be. So now, you’re stuck standing next to the most disagreeable man at this week’s ball, patiently awaiting someone amiable to come and rescue you with a dance or two.

“Stand taller, you look like you want to leave.”

“Funny, coming from a man who needs a cane to walk before the sun starts to set.”

Sharply turning his head to cast you a withering look before anyone was the wiser, you started fanning yourself to hide the smirk you were sporting. You knew exactly how to rile him up and he hated you for it. He looked ridiculously handsome even while angrily grumbling to himself about your manners. Unfortunately for you, his outward appearance had more than fooled you into believing he was quite possibly the prettiest man you’d ever seen. His black curls slightly greying, and the tanned skin of his neck defining the muscles you were sure spread far over his whole body, the very same muscles you tried not to eye in his fitted pantaloons. Not even his desirability could make up for how he got under your skin, however, how quickly he could make your blood boil with just a few words. Besides, he was such a disagreeable man that it would be such a misfortune to be liked by him. To think, you have to spend the whole season with him for company.

Santiago Garcia was a well respected, strong willed and overall charming man of the military - well, he was an ex-lieutenant, to your father actually. A shot in the leg worsened into such a state that he could not sustain another call to fight, leaving him walking with a cane on particularly bad days. Injury in the field will bring a soldier home quicker than a woman in waiting. Not that he had one of those either. A charming man, Santiago was highly favoured by the women of the town due to his roguish good looks and silver tongue. The man could easily sway a crowd of people to follow him into the river if he so pleased.

His brave acts during his time in the British Army, although risky, yielded him high praise amongst the upper levels of society upon his return. So much so, that your newly widowed father, the Colonel, had apparently taken quite a liking to him in the times they’ve interacted. Your father had taken this liking one step further than most would, inviting Santiago into your spacious home upon his arrival. Not only does the man standing next to you sleep under the same roof as you, but has also been tasked as your personal chaperone for the marriage season. How they came to this agreement over post-dinner brandy is lost on you but regardless, you couldn’t bring yourself to be honest with your father, bile rising in your throat at the thought of crushing any friendship he found comfort in after the passing of your mother.

Your mother.

Your father spent a lot of time overseas, giving space for the love you had for your mother to grow beyond measure. He was quick to spoil you, however, finding it easier to show his affection with the latest fashion, shoes, jewellery, ribbons for your hair, chocolates from overseas, and chocolates from in town; he would give it all if only you looked at him. Your mother, however, was basically your best friend. The two of you spent hours in the family greenhouse, teaching you all about her love of botany until you were old enough to start growing your favourite flowers without her help. She tragically passed during the winter, the harsh cold taking hold of her lungs until she couldn’t bear it anymore. The nickname she gave you stuck, however, and in the months following her passing, you refused to be acknowledged by another title.

“May I request the lady’s presence to have the honour of the next dance?” a new voice pulled you out of your stupor, looking up to see a decently handsome young man extending his hand towards you.

“No, you may not, I’m afraid her dance card is already full.” Santiago answered for you, not only shutting down your new suitor, but fixing him with a stare so intense he was shaking as he quickly nodded and turned to leave. You could see him return to his support group, the other boys clapping him on the back for trying regardless of the intimidating gargoyle meant to guard you. Ironically, your dance card was not full, unless you counted Santiago’s own name on every line. Not that he ever danced with you.

You sighed heavily. Another wasted night, getting dressed up for a party in which you were just going to be rejecting any poor man who had the gall to approach and ask for a dance. This isn’t the first time he spoke for you, harshly turning someone down before you could get the words out on your own.

You suppose that’s what he thinks is his job, as your chaperone of the season. Your father trusted Santiago’s judgement of character to filter out potential suitors but as of now, it seemed, that he was just saying no for the heck of it.

“Don’t look so put out, Miss Wisteria,” Santiago murmured next to you, the nickname falling off his tongue smoothly. “This way, you leave them all wanting. Besides, I looked into most of these men. That one has debts at the racing club that he has yet to pay out.”

Even though he had a point, you couldn’t help but be envious of the girls whose mothers were at the party with them, encouraging dancing and interaction. You had gotten yourself ready with the help of your best handmaidens, taking their opinions for your outfit with zeal. You grew up without siblings, thus enjoying the friendly conversation you had with the house staff. Not that anyone outside the household knew how close you were with them, the notion of a lonesome girl without a mother, so desperate for human interaction that she reach beneath her status.

Coming downstairs in a soft lilac dress, the tulip sleeves and neckline lined with tiny sparkling beads, matching the delicate crystal necklace you donned to bring the look together. Your maid had also added some shimmering hair pins to your updo, only visible from the back of your head, which was your favourite part of your outfit. You felt rather pretty, and by the way Santiago had stared, slightly slack-jawed at you descending the staircase before collecting himself, you thought maybe he thought so, too. That was before he opened his mouth to complain about being on time and reminded you why you disliked him so.

“I was not aware of his debts. Thank you, I suppose.”

“Yes, well… that is why I am here, is it not? Your father asked me to—”

“My father asked you what exactly? Because I still don’t recall ever being told why he had to go and ask someone with the likes of you for help in this matter!” You whispered back vehemently.

“Do you truly esteem me so little?”

His soft voice betrayed his hurt, causing you to stop and look up at him in shock. This wasn’t so far off from your usual tone towards him, the two of you often bickering under your breath in the presence of others. Trying to gauge his true feelings by gazing into his espresso eyes, you concluded that maybe you were being too harsh on him. Maybe this wasn’t the ideal way he’d rather spend his time at a ball, supervising a girl’s courting experience and vetting the bachelors. No, he would probably be with the other gentlemen his age, swatting away the interested women like fleas in monsoon season.

You took a second to look at him for any tell of a lie, any sign he wasn’t as offended as you initially had thought, but the longer you looked at him the more distracted you got. Taking in the stoic man’s face, the crinkles around his eyes, the darkening shadow across his jaw as his hair was growing in, it all suited him so well that it almost had you even more angry at him for his beauty. Santiago was not that much older than you when you thought about it, probably somewhere under a decade of difference, which was not uncommon in some marriages.

Marriages? You thought with a slight panic, whipping your head to look back at the crowd, fanning yourself a little faster now. The moment had slipped from your glove-covered hands, whatever pull there was keeping your eyes trained on him you had snapped free from. In good timing, it seems, as another pathetic attempt at asking for a turn around the room was making his way towards you both. You could almost hear Santiago’s groan before the gentleman stopped in front of you, offering you a charming smile.

“Mr. Garcia,” the gentleman bowed his head to both of you after addressing you as well. “Might I have this dance?”

“Are you asking Mr. Garcia, or myself?” you ask with a short laugh, seeing as he had posed the question to your companion.

The man gave a genteel smile. “I was trying to be respectful of the present company. I know Mr. Garcia hasn’t danced all evening so this might be a chance to find him a partner.”

Your eyes flit to your companion, silently pleading with him to let at least one attempt slide past his defences.

Santiago looked at you for a moment, clearly seeing the hopefulness in your eyes before turning his eyes back on the gentleman in front of you, seemingly having come to a decision.

“Lord Miller, you make a fair judgement. I do not usually partake in such diversions, although I have been complimented on my light footedness. Miss Wisteria, if you wish to dance with Lord Miller, we shall take our leave soon after.”

The way your mother called you Wisteria oftentimes was much different to the way Santiago has been calling you that, and you tried not to think about it for too long.

Although Santiago’s words were light and jovial, you could tell from the set of his brow that he still was not entirely comfortable with the arrangement. That didn’t stop you from nearly jumping at the opportunity to dance with the handsome Lord, smiling graciously as you accepted his still-extended hand.

Making your way to the dance floor, you noticed more than a few pairs of eyes on you, probably wondering how Lord Miller made it past your sleeping dragon keeping you locked away in your proverbial tower. Keeping your chin up and not letting their eyes make you stumble, you took position for the dance.

“I will admit, Miss Wisteria, I find myself in raptures over your acceptance of this dance.”

“You flatter me, Lord Miller.”

“I cannot help it. You look exceptionally beautiful tonight. Also, if I may be so bold, I have seen how you’ve longed to dance, and thus, I took it upon myself to brave the glower of your guardian and rescue you.”

You laughed heartily at that. The conversation continued with Lord Miller discussing your shared interests in literature and past travels, and how many balls you both attended in the past two weeks alone. Lord Miller was an excellent dancer, making you feel as though you barely had to put in any effort to be gliding around the dance floor.

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Santiago tried his best not to stare, he really did, but the way you let your head fall back in a carefree laugh at something the Lord had said to you had captured his attention unwillingly.

The thing was, you see, he was not supposed to be wanting after his ward, temporary or not. He was not supposed to watch longingly after you, walking away from him, whisked away by another more suitable potential partner, or at any other time when you weren’t watching him. He was also not supposed to jerk himself off to the thought of you in his bed, under your father’s roof, imagining how tight and wet you would be for him, how loud you would moan his name. Would you let him worship you with his hands and mouth? Would you still fight with him during the act or would you go pliant under his devoted attention?

You were a constant thorn in his side, reminding him at every chance of the magnitude of your dislike for him, your eyes meeting his angrily during your daily spats. You never gave him a chance to earn your friendship, immediately jumping to hostility once the news of him chaperoning you for the season had reached your ears. How was he to refuse your father, the generous man who offered him access to his estate as if he were a long lost son and not an old colleague? Besides, he didn’t think much of it at the time, assuming it would be an easy feat, the world of courting running its own gears for longer than he has been in the game.

Frankly, he assumed there would be at least one meddling old croon trying to pair everyone up for the season based on her predictions but she had yet to turn up to help him along.

Santiago didn’t see his attraction to you getting in the way of finding you a suitable match, but unfortunately for him, he was wading through a pool of pathetic potentials, finding a reason to reject them at every turn. It was becoming increasingly difficult to give reason for their inadequacy, not wanting to hand you off to a lesser man.

Every ball you attended together, every promenade you walked with him trailing behind you, he was doomed to watch the men flirt with you, make you laugh, share lingering glances with, and every day felt more tortuous than the last. He learned a lot about you this way, but it never felt enough. He was stuck as an observer, watching from the outside.

Was this his destiny? To fall hopelessly for his friend’s daughter and not only watch her dance with other men but be the one to hand her off to them, lying through his teeth about his feelings on the matter?

It especially did not help his case with how ethereal you looked tonight, or any night for that matter. He could not count the number of times he has thought back to that first night he stayed in your home, running into you on your way to the greenhouse at night with your white nightgown. It was basically see through, the candle you were holding sinfully illuminating your figure, nipples pebbled in the cool air. He had been on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, being unable to sleep properly in his new chambers. You nearly dropped it when you bumped into him around the corner, his hand steadying you before you could, saving you from waking up the whole house. Santi wanted to kiss you silly every day since then.

Bringing his focus back to the present, he heard the quartet queuing up for the next song and soon saw Miller escort you back to him with your hand tucked into his arm. You were positively beaming, shifting your eyes to his with a question posed on your lips.

“Lord Miller was just telling me how he and his brother often go for boat rides on the lake near town. He has invited us to accompany him on an outing tomorrow afternoon if it is agreeable with you?”

You were blinking at him meaningfully, alerting him to the fact that they were waiting for his response on the matter. The longer he took to answer, the more stilted the silence between the three of them and the worse chance it was for you to leave the season with a suitable partner. A throat cleared, snapping Santiago out of his stupor.

“A turn about the lake sounds splendid for tomorrow! We would be delighted.” Santiago tried not to sound like he was bursting from happiness at this turn of events but he also knew that on paper, Lord Miller was of good stock and well in stature, making him a fine potential suitor for you.

“Wonderful, thank you, Mr. Garcia,” Miller bowed his head to him first before turning to you to bid you goodnight. “I am dearly looking forward to tomorrow.” He said the necessary pleasantries before leaving you two to stew in the silent aftermath.

The rest of the night passed rather normally, Santiago fetching you refreshments when your hands emptied, and before you knew it, you were finding yourself in the carriage on your way home. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was encouraging you to drink more so as to be able to get you to use the ladies’ room more, effectively removing you from wandering eyes.

The two of you didn’t speak much out of obligatory words, you were too excited about the prospect of a turn on the lake, and he was worried with a stone in his stomach about the same idea. Escaping to your respectful chambers, you were so wrapped up in your daydreams you barely said goodnight, leaving Santiago deeply unsettled and barely able to catch a wink of sleep.

Whether he was ready for it or not, tomorrow was arriving sooner than he wanted.

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 34 - wedding gowns in 1920

Time for the actual stars at the wedding events! In Mary’s case, that’s an eye-rolling “fucking finally!”, in Edith’s case… it’s a deep sigh and “she deserved better”. But I personally think Edith made the better deal fashion-wise. Shame that dress went to waste; she should have kept it. Cut it six inches shorter, dye it golden and wear it as an evening gown?

Here’s what I thought might have been a hot take, but turns out that I don’t stand on my own with my opinion: Mary’s first wedding gown was kind of underwhelming. I’ve read somewhere it was “show-stopping”, “stylish”, “very elegant”… and I kind of went “well, it’s nice, I guess.” But @thescarletlibrarian is probably right: The glamor of this doesn’t translate well to camera, as all the lace and beading are so white that they simply get washed out. So the dress looks somewhat more plain than it would be in the making. The lighting in her getting-dressed scene shows that there’s actually a lot of decoration on that fabric, but once she steps out onto the stairs, it is barely visible.

I’m not opposed to the shape itself, but I suspect it might have fallen more elegantly if it weren’t for the drop-waist sash. Tying the dress down there gives it overall more of an apron effect. I’m not sure how I feel about the neckline. I guess it frees her from having to choose a necklace, but I think I wouldn’t cringe at thought of how the fabric must have felt on her throat if she’s just left out these upper two inches of lace and instead used the boat neckline that’s still visible on the under layer. But showing her collarbones is probably scandalous. In a way, this dress fits Mary’s personality well; her dresses are in general a tad more conservative than Edith’s and Rose’s. And Sybil’s pantaloons, since we’re at it.

In all fairness – the veil is a dream. I’m hopelessly biased in favor of long veils, and this one coordinates so well with the trim on her train. It has some rather lovely trim itself; in the last picture, the tiny pearls are visible that must be there all along the at least two yards. And of course, she has the family tiara that @tiaramania can tell you more about and that’s the only piece of jewelry she wears because she obviously expected her dress to do most of the shiny job. It didn’t quite live up to the task, but that tiara is an antique, and it is gorgeous. Maybe it’s for the best it doesn’t have company there.

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Edith also wears the tiara for her wedding, and while admittedly she does combine it with a necklace, it’s a small, understated number with a little drop pearl on it. Her veil is similarly long as Mary’s, but it looks plainer so she can dramatically throw it down the hall without conscience bites, apparently having no trim to speak of, and I think it has a little more structure to it, with the way it hovers a bit above the back of her head. Although that might also be because Edith’s hair has more structure.

Ironically, Edith’s neckline is pretty much exactly what I just imagined would have looked good on Mary’s dress. It’s not deep, but it curves enough to leave her collarbones uncovered. And where Mary opted for beaded lace, Edith goes with “plain” silk satin that’s flowing down her body into this dream of a train. Can we talk about the train? This flower-and-leaves embroidery is gorgeous. And I love the ruching on the hip; it gives her dress a shape that I personally find more flattering than Mary’s apron-with-a-sash style. I semi-recently tried, and mostly failed, to attempt this kind of hip ruching on a dress I made. Perhaps because I didn’t have the embroidery to pull it off.

You know, the entire drapery of the dress and the branches of her back embroidery reaching to her shoulders remind me a little of ancient Greek gowns. Which I realize sounds silly when I just described Mary’s style as more conservative, but it’s the impression I get from this smooth fabric and the asymmetrical design where Mary went for lace and symmetry. Now if only Anthony Strallan would have come to his conclusion a little earlier, maybe this beautiful dress wouldn’t be associated with a great injustice to Edith.

[prick-love-for-arting]

Can you draw Narita and Mai again for the rarepair requests? I love how you draw them and that you also ship them 💕

my loves, a well dressed couple.

Because I was thinking about it while drawing this you can have a few headcanons. I think they met and exchanged phone numbers in their second year when Karasuno and Date were getting closer, but maybe didn't start publicly dating until after they graduated. Ennoshita and Kinoshita probably knew all along, so did Aone and Pantaloons.

(i think it's funny if Onagawa just knows what's going on with everyone in a sort of he's always got one earbud in so no one thinks he's actually listening deal)

Tanaka and Noya definitely freaked about it. As did Futakuchi with opposite energy, he warms up to Narita.

[13skeletons]

oh boy. I woke up ready to rant about Siege of Dragonspear lol.

This is long and negative so if you like SoD, I am so sorry. I would genuinely love to know what you see in it because woof.

like. ok. I know we give ToB shit for being linear, but at least ToB gives you access to that statue in your base, very early on, that can summon companions for you to party with. I spent most of SoD with a less than full party because I wanted to run with the same people I'd had (minus Imoen. I have Thoughts on that too lol) and for some deranged reason Dorn is SUPER FAR in and locked in a cage? And then the reason for him being locked up is never even explained? (Unless I missed it somewhere, in my irritated rush to the end. Not impossible.)

Companion woes aside, ToB still gives you at least some choices. There are some branching paths, and the ending is not set. There are payoffs to earlier quests/moments that you can miss or not if you have the relevant items/flags. (Golden pantaloons, my beloved.) SoD didn't feel like it had any choices at all?

And the whole business with your gold getting "stored safely" and then getting gambled away and lost to you until the absolute very end of the game was so. Stupid. All that did was prevent me from buying very many of the new magic items at the shop in Baldur's Gate. And then the dude dies with a sword in his chest and Viconia is all "he is too far gone for me". GIRL YOU CAN RESURRECT THE DEAD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. IT'S JUST A SWORD. THE BODY HAS TO BE MAIMED BEYOND RECOGNITION TO PREVENT RESSURECTION. MY GODS. So when you actually get the money back there's literally like 3 fights left in the whole game. What could you possibly need to buy at that point.

AND THEN. Imoen. What where they THINKING? They wanted to explain how she shows up dual-classed into mage in SoA. But that was literally never something that needed explaining. It is an EXTREMELY common tactic to dual class her at level 5 in BG1, and even if you didn't do that, dual-classing doesn't temporarily render you completely useless? Hello???? And they could've at least transferred her gear to Safana (or to me) when they tossed her into my party. But no, I just had a less-geared thief instead. Ugh.

And that doesn't even touch on the complete and total lack of balance to the combat encounters! Having trolls (and giant trolls. good lord) and dragons (not to mention a dragon with wyvern adds....) and mind flayers this early is BATSHIT INSANE. The enormous hordes of mooks that you wipe out with two fireballs render your melee fighters into wall-flowers. And then there's the enormous hordes of mooks that you can't throw fireballs at without hitting allied NPCs... (apparently Khalid died while breaking the siege and I didn't even realize because I was already so fed up at that point lmaooo). Whatever that tentacle boss was...

Also the total inability to manage your reputation carefully because you're on a railroad with set reputation gains and losses that you can do nothing about was really irritating to me personally because I prefer playing with mixed alignment groups. (Yes my evil friends did abandon me after the siege, forcing me to reload and figure out a way to lower my rep.) (And then later I encountered some random refugees and didn't even try to save them, I just killed the wolf that was near them, not realizing it was gonna give me reputation, and I had to reload AGAIN. But this time I was a lazy bastard and just fireballed everything, dropping my rep to like 6 and I never had to worry about it again lmao.) (Also while googling to try and find a way to deal with this issue, I read that it potentially causes problems for importing into BG2, which if that's true, I am gonna laugh somewhat hysterically.)

As for the "Hooded Man" (shut up she's so pretentious it's fucking Irenicus). I'm sorry but it literally makes no sense for him to be there. It makes no sense for him to be able to get into your dreams before he's ever even experimented on you.

Just. The whole thing ultimately felt totally unnecessary and I may well uninstall it to prevent the game from auto-loading me into it when next I complete BG1.

EDIT: I completely forgot about this because it's a comparatively minor complaint, but during the actual siege on the castle, there were so many mobs and NPCs that the game's audio essentially stopped working. There were so many characters trying do their "i took damage" noises that they'd play the first millisecond of one then the first millisecond of the next etc until the fight was over. Just a broken record of "arg-arg-arg-arg." lol. More evidence that no one reasonable balanced those encounters.

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 32: Butterflies

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. Their first day involved a great deal of hiking, and they eventually made camp near a dense forest. Kate served a beautiful dinner, during which they discussed hypothetical situations they might have found themselves in had they met as kids at Hogwarts. The night ended with the two making sweet, sweet love.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. For this particular chapter - discussion about sex, implied male-receiving hand job.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 32: Butterflies

Sebastian’s nose is first to awaken, enticed by the scent of bacon, potatoes, and… more? 

He quickly reaches out to touch the spot in bed next to him. Where his girlfriend had been sleeping is now empty and cold. “Kate?” he calls out, sitting up quickly and looking around.

He hears some rummaging, as though she is getting together some plates, and then he hears her coming up the ladder from her extendable bag. She is followed by floating plates, cups, and silverware. As soon as she glances his way and sees that he is awake, she rushes over to his side and pulls the covers up, sliding in.

“Bash!” she calls out excitedly, climbing right back into his arms.

Sebastian smiles at how cute she is and relishes in the feeling of her snuggling up to him.

“I woke a little early,” Kate murmurs, looking up at him. “You looked so peaceful, sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I know how much you needed your energy after last night…”

Sebastian chuffs. “Well, so do you, then…” he trails off, leaning in to kiss her lips. “Gods, I’ll never forget the dessert you treated me to last night…”

Kate kisses his lips again, and his hand finds its way to her arse, squeezing.

“You’re a little minx, you know,” Sebastian tells her playfully. “I have such a hard time keeping myself under control around you. I just… I want you all the time.”

Kate chuckles. “I’m sore. Not now.” She moves his hand to her hip. “It’s your fault, Seb.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry,” Sebastian murmurs proudly, his lips pressing to hers again. “I won’t push you to do it again this morning, but just know… if you change your mind…” He takes her hand and brings it to his erection. 

“Good gods,” Kate whispers. Her eyes slowly meet his as her hand wraps around his firm arousal. She smiles seductively. “Well… my body might be sore, but I can certainly use alternate methods to help you take care of this if you’d like…” 

Her boyfriend nods enthusiastically.

After some clean-up, Kate tells Sebastian that breakfast is ready. They decide to dress for the rest of the day prior to the meal.

He heads to his own extendable bag, pulling out clothes for the day - a white tunic, a dark brown vest and tie, boots, and a wool-lined tweed jacket for later. Kate heads back down the ladder to her storage “closet.” Unbuttoning the simple dress she had been wearing, she slips it off, standing naked while she selects undergarments, a white tunic, a forest green sweater, dark brown pantaloons, boots, and a light brown scarf for the next leg of the journey. Sensing a stare, she quickly turns, her eyes climbing the ladder to detect Sebastian watching her with a grin. She giggles as he realizes he is caught, but rather than rushing off, he continues to gaze upon her, smiling. Quickly pulling the clothes on, she takes a moment to freshen up and fix her hair, pulling half of it back.

Kate finds Sebastian seated at the table when she makes her way back up. 

“You are spoiling me, sunshine,” he says happily, surveying the spread of food laid out. 

“I just wanted to make sure we had hearty, filling meals on the trip, since we’ll be walking and hiking so much,” Kate replies humbly. “So… Here's what we have.” She points to each item. “Roasted potatoes, smoked bacon, baked apples with cinnamon, oatmeal, and breakfast tea.” She grins. “Eat as much as you like. I promise I have more than enough for the entire trip.”

“Thank you so much,” Sebastian replies, starting to fill his plate. “I love you. And my stomach loves you, too.”

Kate laughs and begins to take some food as well, eating slowly while Sebastian absolutely stuffs his face.

Packing up the tent goes rather smoothly, and soon, the couple is moving once more. Today, they’ll traverse the forest and eventually make camp near a river. 

Kate inhales deeply as they get a bit further into the dense woods. “I love the smell of pines here. Everything just feels so much more… fresh. Simple and clean.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian agrees. “I just feel so much more… alive out here. More free. I can think clearly when I’m out in nature like this.”

“It’s peaceful,” Kate notes, listening to the birds chirping. She adjusts her scarf. 

“It is. Just… don’t let your guard down too much. There can be danger here, too. Wolves, wildcats, and potentially some magical beasts. But I’m here with you, and you’ll be safe, my sun,” Sebastian explains, taking her hand. 

Kate smiles in response, locking her fingers around his. 

After some minutes pass in comfortable silence, Sebastian says, “That pumpkin pie last night… it really hit the spot.”

She chuckles. “Had you ever eaten pie in bed before?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t say I had. But I’d do it again in an instant.”

Kate reminisces about the previous night. She had slipped away after their second round of lovemaking to retrieve what was supposed to have been that evening’s dessert: pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream. Rather than plating two slices, she just brought a fork along, and they ate it in bed right out of the pie tin, taking turns feeding it to each other and giggling at the outrageousness of the entire situation. After eating half of the pie, they had gotten… distracted.

“That cream… was delicious,” Sebastian reminds her suggestively, causing her to crack up.

“I love you, Seb,” she replies, still laughing and squeezing his hand.

After a few hours of walking, Sebastian finally concludes that it would be a wise idea to take a break. He assures Kate that they will rest as soon as they find a fallen tree, clearing, or somewhere else suitable.

The conversation as they walked had been pleasant. They discussed their mutual interests in books and music, as well as several random topics. Sebastian learned that Kate hated when people chewed food loudly, that she had about twelve friends that still were in touch from their Hogwarts days, that she loved ball gowns even though she almost never went to balls, and that her favorite gems were emeralds and pearls. Kate learned that Sebastian loathed selfish people and those who were cruel to others purposefully, that he had frequent nightmares, that he learned to apparate completely on his own when he was only 14 years old (two years before it would have been legal), and that his family had owned an Old English Sheepdog when he was young, before the twins were moved to Feldcroft (its name was Endy - short for Endymion). His Uncle Solomon decided to give Endy away, considering a dog far too much work when he didn’t even know how to raise children. The twins had cried for two days straight.

They are just about to discuss a lighter topic - their favorite holidays and seasons - when Kate suddenly squeals with delight. She has plucked a little white flower and seemingly disturbed a family of common blue butterflies. They flitter into the air, almost dancing in a circle. The couple watches them with fascination - Kate especially. 

As the butterflies begin to fly off as a group, Kate scampers after them. After a moment, she turns back towards Sebastian. “Bash, do you mind if I follow them?” she asks excitedly.

He chuckles in response, completely amused. “Go ahead, my love. Perhaps they’ll lead you to some of your so-called forest treasures.”

Kate grins widely, then strides off quickly, trying not to lose sight of the butterflies. Sebastian picks up his pace as well, trying to stay somewhat close by. 

“Where are you going?” Kate questions the butterflies softly.

She deviates from the path, into a denser area of the woods. She has to pull branches out of her way, and at one point, practically trips over an exposed tree root. She recovers quickly, waving to Sebastian to prove that she is alright. 

The forest gets darker and darker as the blue creatures fly ahead of Kate further and further.

“Kate, maybe we should turn back to the path,” Sebastian suggests. He doesn’t want to end her diversion, but he doesn’t know the area all that well, and it doesn’t seem like the best idea to travel so far from the path. 

“Just a little longer,” Kate replies. “Maybe a minute or two more, and I’ll give up.”

“Alright,” he says, just a little ways behind her. 

Eventually, their new “route” becomes brighter, and although Kate can hardly see the butterflies anymore, she feels almost instinctively that this is the right way to go. 

When she realizes where the butterflies have brought her, she gasps.

“Sebastian!” she calls out, waiting for him. “You won’t believe this!”

He catches up, and Kate pulls aside some branches to reveal a large meadow in the middle of the forest, filled with colorful wildflowers as far as the eye can see. It’s an absolute sea of purple - heather, orchids, thistles, foxgloves, and more. Intermixed are white and yellow flowers and tall, green grasses. 

“Wow…” Sebastian murmurs. “I’ve… I’ve never seen so many flowers in one place…”

“Please say we can stop and rest here,” Kate begs. “I’d love to pick flowers, Seb.”

He smiles. “Of course. We can have lunch here, too.” 

“A picnic!” Kate exclaims. “I’ll set it all up.”

Kate disappears into her extendable bag. She reemerges a few minutes later with a blanket and basket. Throwing the blanket down, she motions for Sebastian to sit, and then she begins to take items out of the basket. 

“Cucumber sandwiches, grapes, roasted almonds, crackers, cheddar cheese, and venison sausage,” she murmurs as she places the food on the blanket. “And cool water for us to drink.”

“You’re the best,” Sebastian tells her, beginning to eat without hesitation. 

Kate leaves a peck on his cheek, then takes a bite of her sandwich. “So, earlier… you were saying your favorite season was autumn, right?”

“Yes,” he replies, internally reminding himself to slow down once again with the food. “Autumn always meant that it was time to go back to school. I loved being at Hogwarts and getting to study all day. I was fully in my element. It was also a welcome reprieve from my uncle. Plus, all of the trees change colors, and it’s so stunning here in the Highlands. Then, of course, there’s Halloween and my birthday. Mine and Anne’s birthday, that is.” 

Kate nods. “Did you do anything special on your birthday?”

“It was tradition to carve pumpkins every year. We did it when our parents were alive and we still continued every year after. My mum would roast the pumpkin seeds while my da helped us with the carving. She would always bake a spice cake with vanilla icing for us,” Sebastian explained, smiling. “We didn’t have the cake anymore once she died, but we still tried to keep the tradition alive every year. We’d carve pumpkins in the Undercroft with Ominis and light them up in the Slytherin common room with candles inside. Afterwards, we would go into Hogsmeade to have butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks and buy cupcakes from Honeydukes.” 

“I’ll bake you a spice cake this year,” Kate says suddenly, touching his hand and looking in his eyes intently. “I will.”

Sebastian melts. “Really?”

“Yes,” she replies. “I promise I will. And we can carve pumpkins to place outside the cottage. Then, we can chaperone the Halloween ball together. ”

“What?” he asks. “Halloween ball?”

“It’s a tradition at Hogwarts now. I think it started the year after you…” she trails off, realizing it began after Sebastian went to Azkaban. She smiles again, not wanting to bring up bad memories. “Well, that is… Every year on Halloween, there is a dance, and everyone - students and staff - wears costumes. It’s quite fun. They even have a separate costume contest for the adults.” 

“Do we have to?” Sebastian asks.

“Well, I have to, as a staff member. It’s up to you whether to accompany me or not. Otherwise, I can ask Henry Finch to be my date…” 

Sebastian chokes on his water. “No, no! I’ll be there.”

Kate chuckles, having known full well that he would panic at hearing that was a possibility. “Then, it’s a date. We’ll have to come up with costumes, I suppose. We can see what Augustus Hill has available at Gladrags or make our own.”

They continue eating lunch, with Sebastian murmuring praises about how wonderful and thoughtful Kate had been in planning out all of their meals. He seems to particularly enjoy the cheese, Kate notices, tucking that information away for later.

“What about you? Favorite season and holiday?” Sebastian asks. 

“Guess,” Kate requests with a glimmer in her eyes.

Sebastian laughs, then turns more serious, considering his answer. “Hmm… Well… My first instinct is to guess summer, but that feels too easy. I’d like to guess spring. You make me think of spring, Kate.” He pauses. “One look at you, and it’s like the world has reawakened for me. A barren forest suddenly blooming green, colorful flowers bursting through the soil, through the snow. A fresh beginning after the winter.” He smiles and reaches out to brush a lock of hair out of her face so that he can gaze into her eyes clearly. “You might as well be Persephone, the Goddess of Spring, come to revive me.”

Kate’s cheeks turn pink as she looks up at him. Sebastian leans in slowly, and he kisses her softly, his lips lingering.

Kate adjusts her position so that she can sit directly next to him and nuzzle into his neck. She whispers, “I’ve never had anyone say something like that to me, Sebastian.”

“I love you, Kate,” he tells her, pulling her closer. “And I’ll never stop loving you - romancing you, worshiping you like you deserve… You’re a goddess.” 

With both hands settling gently on her cheeks, he leans down to press his lips to hers again, this time much longer and even more languidly than before. Slowly, both of them lay down, side by side, and they kiss for so long that they both find themselves lost in each other. Nothing matters at all -  nothing - but this feeling, this perfect moment, this declaration of love, as they kiss in the sunlight, surrounded by a field of wildflowers. 

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Τhe Duggar Family, best known for a series of reality TV shows based around their lives, are at the center of Amazon Prime’s latest docuseries, Shiny Happy People: Duggar Family Secrets, out June 2. The series digs into the headline-making scandals that have surrounded the family and the cult-like religious group they promoted, the Institute in Basic Life Principles (IBLP).

The Duggars’ most notable show was TLC’s 19 Kids and Counting, which followed the daily lives of married couple Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar and their 19 children for ten seasons between 2008 and 2015. The series presented a seemingly cohesive family unit, but Shiny Happy People, which includes testimonies from daughter Jill (Duggar) Dillard, her husband Derick Dillard, niece Amy (Duggar) King, as well as several former IBLP members, reveals that the family and larger religious group was dealing with allegations of sex abuse, child abuse and financial mistreatment.

“They believe that they’re populating the army that will help us,” says Tia Levings, a former congregant of the IBLP interviewed in the series. “The Duggars’ TV show was the engine for letting this thrive. The shiny happy images is the sugar and we’re all high on it.”

Here are the major takeaways from the docuseries.

Behind the scenes of 19 Kids and Counting

Jim Bob Duggar’s reality stardom stemmed from his political career. In 2002, after four years serving as Republican Arkansas state representative, he ran for a seat in the U.S. Senate. Though he didn’t win, he did grab the attention of Discovery Network, whose executives took notice of media images of his large family attending campaign events.

“Jim Bob and his family are at the right place at the right time,” says Kristin Kobes DuMez, a professor of history and gender studies at Michigan’s Calvin University, in the documentary. “Jim Bob is presented with a new opportunity which will give him the power to present his values to the entire country and an opportunity to make a lot of money.”

The television network, which included channels like TLC, started programming with the Duggars in 2004, eventually releasing 14 Children and Pregnant Again!, 17 Kids and Counting, and 19 Kids and Counting. The shows were all hits, with millions of viewers tuning in to see how the large family managed to do everyday tasks like laundry, chores, grocery shopping, and commuting while somehow appearing organized and peaceful.

The show was a boon for the network. “Reality TV can take a network that is not exactly a juggernaut in terms of performances and really give it new life,” says Danielle Lindemann, author of True Story: What Reality TV Says about Us, in the documentary. The Duggars’ shows, she explains, gave the network a new life, with inexpensive production yielding high viewership and return.

The Institute of Basic Life Principles and its founder, Bill Gothard

The Duggars followed the teachings of IBLP, a Christian organization that has been described by former members as cult-like. IBLP has shared estimates that over 2 million people have attended their seminars. While its founder was fundamentalist Bill Gothard, it would be The Duggars who became their most notable congregants. “For scientology, the gateway for most people was Tom Cruise. In a lot of ways that’s exactly what the Duggars were for Bill Gothard,” says pastor and journalist Josh Pease in the documentary.

The organization, which Gothard founded in 1961, was strict in its teachings and consistently reinforced gender norms. Rules included wearing modest clothing like “pantaloons,” homeschooling children with Gothard’s “Advanced Training Institute” curriculum, disciplining children with spanking, and as The Duggars’ embodied, having as many children as possible. It also forbade watching television, somewhat ironic given the Duggars’ eventual livelihood. Gothard often referenced a bible verse from Psalm 127:5: “Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them.” As the documentary points out, Gothard himself, in another ironic twist, had no wife, nor children.

The documentary underlines the ways in which several of the congregants felt undereducated, abused, and mistreated from IBLP teachings. “It’s patriarchal, it’s authoritarian, women don’t have rights, children break,” says former member Levings of the group. “That’s the society that they’re building.”

In 2014, Gothard would step down from his position due to several sexual harassment allegations from former female congregants. “It almost feels like whatever was repressed inside of Gothard was spilling out into him testing boundaries on how far he could go with someone before they’d freak out,” says Pease.

Gothard declined to comment for the series and has previously denied the allegations made against him.

Daughter Jill Duggar on Abuse From Brother Josh Duggar

As the eldest child of the bunch, Josh Duggar became a public figure apart from his family. He got married, had seven children, and became involved in politics, working for a conservative lobbying group.

In 2015, In Touch Magazine published a story based on a decade-old police report that stated that Josh had forcibly touched at least five girls including his sisters Jill and Jessa Duggar. The sisters sat for an interview with then Fox-anchor Megyn Kelly to discuss the incident, where they primarily came to their brother’s defense. “In our case it’s very mild compared to what happens to some,” Jill Duggar said on Kelly’s program. In 2003, over a decade before the police report was made public, Josh Duggar privately admitted to the allegations to his parents and was sent to a Christian program for disciplining. Duggar was never charged with any crimes stemming from those allegations.

Eight years after the Kelly interview, Jill Duggar sets the record straight in the documentary: “In hindsight I wouldn’t have done the Megyn Kelly stuff. I felt like I was in a place of like burying the burden and the weight,” she said in the documentary. “Even though you volunteer you feel obligated to help.” Her husband Derick Dillard rebuts, “It was not voluntary,” explaining that Jill had felt that the continuation of the show rested on her and her sister’s shoulders.

19 Kids and Counting was canceled following the scandal, but TLC carried on with multiple spin-offs with a focus on the young women, including Jill and Jessa Counting On and Jill’s Wedding, which at the time was the highest-rated show in TLC history. Jill reveals in the doc that neither she nor any of her siblings received any compensation for appearing in these shows. Jim Bob Duggar reportedly got paid millions, according to the documentary. “Yes, we were taken advantage of,” says Jill . “For seven and half years of my adult life I never got paid.”

In May 2021, Josh Duggar was convicted on child pornography charges. He is currently serving 12 years in federal prison in Texas.

The Future of the Duggars, IBLP, and the Joshua Generation

Amid the federal child porn investigation into his son, Jim Bob Duggar ran for State Senate in Arkansas and lost. Although IBLP founder Gothard has stepped down, Jim Bob Duggar has continued to lead the group. He remains married to his wife. They sent a brief statement via their representative to the filmmakers stating they “love each of their children tremendously and always desire each live their god-designed lives to the fullest.”

The enrollment option for IBLP’s homeschooling program “Advanced Training Institute” concluded in 2021, although booklets for the teachings are still available online.

Alex Harris, a lawyer who grew up in the Christian homeschooling movement and had IBLP peers, says the teachings of Gothard and the IBLP have led to the newer iteration of the Joshua Generation, a political Christian youth group that emulates its fundamentalist teachings. “The whole purpose was really to position the best and the brightest of the Christian homeschool movement to assume positions of power and influence in the government and the law,” he says in the documentary. Former Congressman Madison Cawthorn, who served one term representing North Carolina, has been linked to the group.

With the emergence of social media and content creation platforms like YouTube and TikTok that don’t require an intermediary or network like TLC, Duggar family members like Jill Duggar and former members of the fundamentalist movement are increasingly choosing to share their stories online.

“We had this power the entire time over the people who were hurting us,” says ex-IBLP member Chad Harris. “It turns out as much as they try to control us we were ultimately what they most feared and all we had to do was talk.”

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Mythal's Thoughts about Veilguard: CC and Introduction

A Homecoming Ten Years in the Making

Words will never express the feeling I had booting up the game, compiling the shaders, and then seeing all your companions load in before the title sequence. I genuinely do think I squeaked a little and cried seeing the Lighthouse the first time. I happened to be on the phone with my spouse (Elgar'nan's Pantaloons) and he did ask if I was okay. Truth is I was very okay. The game did not exist in a vacuum for me, in terms of it being a dragon age game and the time it came out. The nostalgia hit but also the hit of coming back to a community I had taken a hiatus from. In a time of great strife for my home. Election night was a dark night for me and one where having Dragon Age The Veilguard took a mental load off my brain. For that I am already immensely thankful to this game. This community and this franchise have always been my home fandom, in a way other games could not compare. Even my beloved Cyberpunk 2077. A slight authorial note any screenshots below are coming from my second playthrough of Teigue, or that second playthrough of a different character that got deleted. I promise Teigue is not changing lineages if you see an elf. As our beloved witch of the wilds say.

The Spoilers of New must be preserved. No matter how exciting they are.

The Character Creation

This has to be the most impressive character customization to come out of Bioware in a very long time. From being able to sculpt your character's face using a trio of three faces from a set of I believe 20 heads, to tuning you body from similar presets. There are 88 different hairs, and while I would adore to play with Strand Hair, I have heard issues of it corrupting saves, and I have no desire to turn my laptop into a space heater.

With a character engine this in depth, there will be a learning curve and for myself there was some moments of having to go in post starting and adjust minor things like my character's chin. But you can post starting the game go adjust your features via a mirror located in the player base. You do not have to trek all the way to The Black Emporium and listen to Xenon be creepy while you fix your eyeshadow. Some things I truly adored in my heart of hearts. Being able to take a full face of tattoos and decide which parts of it show up, what color they are. The coloration of my character's scars, how much of his body is tattooed, layering face paint and body paint on top of that. I can safely say I spent close to six hours in character customization the first day, and after my first playthrough when I went to decide on my next character it took about two hours, but given I deleted that save, I was not exactly happy with him. I once again got hit with the nostalgia stick when it came time to make my inquisitor. I will be the first to say I was in camp, our rook will be our inquisitor before the game came out and huffing copious amounts of Copium (See photo proof)

However when the music swelled and I heard the inquisition theme, I cried and I cried hard. I did not think that making my inquisitor would make me cry but it did. I made Fen'aslan, because well she is my solavellan entry into the pit of hell. I have to say I believe a made a fairly accurate version of her, post ten years of Inquisition and dealing with her Husband being an absolute terror.

Our choices for Inquisition being boiled down to three did bother me. While I feel in northern thedas and places where the southern chantry does not have much of a grip on the nations, the choice of the divine would not matter, there were things that were done, that i would love more clarification on and where people went. I went into Veilguard expecting a softening of the lore bubble to bring new fans in but also to offer what I call a soft reset of the canon. I felt back in Inquisition that the franchise was moving towards something that would pivot the canon.

Overall I am in love with the character creator and the faction back stories, those feel like a happy medium between Origin's origin story quests and Inquisition's backgrounds.

On the Design of Demons

This is before my actual gushing over the story because this was a complaint I had as well from the intial promotion content. I was not thrilled with the demon designs. However going through and looking at them now, and feeling them in the world. I am actually quiet partial to them. Demons in previous installments of Dragon Age felt above the world but in this instance they feel more off the world. We start see signs of these more skeletal designs in Inquisition in Solas' personal quest, All New, Faded for Her. In the game the opening sequence we see the run of the mill Shades, Rage Demons and at least two Pride demons. I have lot more to say about Demons but that is going to be a later or possibly post my review masterpost going out topic. But I do feel like these fit the current installment of the game very well.

The Opening Sequence

I saw the first hour playthrough and honestly I thought it prepared me for the cold jump into Minrathous, and no I was not prepared. I knew we were going to Tevinter when Trespasser came out. But to actually be in Tevinter, and see Tevinter in a Post Inquisition world. It is all I imagined and more. Tevinter, specifically Minrathous is a beautiful mix of Elvhen and gothic that we have only seen in Halamshiral and Orlais. The cold open of Rook throwing a Venatori out the bar was more than amusing for me. But more so we got to see a side of Varric that we did not really get to see in Inquisition, but we did see in DA2. Varric, the Spymaster. While not quite as distanced as Leliana, Varric loves his people and when the Venatori in the bar are preparing to jump Rook. he steps in to save his second in command and then share a drink with them.

As we leave the bar we are introduced into a balance mechanic right away and our first taste of combat is not until we find Scout Harding, and recover our gear from her, which suggest Rook entered Minrathous legally or through a means that left us unarmed for the opening sequence. Which is something I will be exploring through fiction later, and it does parallel the cut content of DA2 Mage Hawke having to do a ritual to hide that they are mage before entering Kirkwall. As we progress down to Dumat Plaza we do have plenty of small coin purses and chests to loot, as well as seeing a Toad statue. It is only after we reach the plaza do we meet our next companion. Neve Gallus, and can I just say for the following act of Dorian as our next Tevinter companion. I love her, from her introduction outfit, to her manner of speaking. I am not sure when I will romance her but she is on the list. It is also amazing to see disabled representation with her, showing that no matter what hand our life has dealt us we can still accomplish a great many things. The intricacy on the prosthetic to fit with the design and aesthetic of her character is fantastic.

We progress the story through an ancient elvhen building under Our Lady of Victory, which really brings the words "The Tevinter Imperium is built on the ashes of the Elvhen Empire." to mind. We also see snippets of Solas' life on the run from Varric and the Inquisitor trying to bring his plan to fruition through a small space before you reach the Eluvian hall. In this space we find a desk, behind it are two elvhen artifacts, what looks like a table for crafting runes, and a singular cot with a lute of elvhen design on it. Solas being an artist is something very familiar to Solavellans like myself as he painted all of Skyhold's murals but the addition of music to his repertoire is very poignant give he described what the world was before the veil as a great song. with a singular cot, an elven lute, a desk and an artifact in the corner. Stepping through the door we are greated with the Eluvian Hall, and perhaps the largest eluvian aside from Solas' personal one.

Arlathan Forest, the stuff of myths, legends and amazing headcanon. Until this game we had never seen Arlathan, all we had was a few mentions, and some lore codexs to go off of, one of my personal theories regarding Arlathan was it was the Black City, it was the seat of the Maker and looking at the many screenshots I have, it kinda looks the part. Arlathan is a stunning location but more so for the importance it plays. This was the place where Solas started his rebellion and burned his Vallaslin from Mythal off. This was where it all began a millennia ago and where it begins again. Personally a motif I love seeing that the design team kept, was the resting Fen'harel statues either pointing the way to your objective or signifying a point of rest. It flips the in lore understanding of Solas and Fen'harel at this point on it's head.

It is only after we battle a Pride Demon, which in of itself is narratively fitting given the meaning of Solas' name is pride. Do we get our first look at the Dreadwolf. His outfit was such a change from Trespasser, this was not the Fen'harel trying to lure the Inquisitor to him and remove his magic from them. This was Solas. His armor in Trespasser and the way he carried himself was very much the young hotblooded, cocky general he told Lavellan about. Where as this armor. I'd argue in Trespasser he very much was putting on a mask and to force distance, where as in Veilguard he is genuinely surprised Varric caught up to him. Begging the question if he knew Varric, Harding and Rook were looking for him, why was he surprised? Was it the lack of the Inquisitor not being there? Personally my thoughts are he was shocked that he had been cornered by the very friends he had tried to push away ten years ago. was Solas, bound in the weight of his duty to the people, and trying to run from those who would convince him to stop. Not even a few frames later he is trying to push Varric away, to stop him from stopping him. Solas could have very well frozen Varric the moment he drew Bianca, instead he resigns himself to a fate and shatters Bianca, and even Varric seems surprised by this. Even still Solas pleads with Varric, tries to reason even though he knows for Varric and Harding there is no reason for them to agree to him taking down the veil. Even when Rook knocks the pillars and Varric makes a move and Solas retaliates, it isn't gladness, or relief that cross his face. it is disgust, maybe even loathing. Almost as if he hates that it has come to this.

Our final sequence of what I consider the opening is while our titular character Rook is unconscious. In what appears to be a fade dream. We learn through Solas he formed a small connection to us through blood we spilled at the ritual but he is very much stuck in the prison he used to imprison the ancient gods. It is very clear from the first inital moments, this is not a section of the fade where even a mage Rook can command it. No this portion of the fade seems to react solely to Solas' emotional state. When he begins to explain his plan there is a noticeable moment where he seems upset about the harm caused to Varric, and another moment where he seems upset before he explains that Varric is good at lying too. My initial thoughts regarding the fade prison have not changed since I started this second playthrough, I genuinely believe the Fade Prison is the black city. the shaping is similar to how the black city looks in the fade in previous games, and of course the lack of color, brought in by the blight. "Elgar'nan and Ghil'nain are your responsibility now." A fitting way to force Rook awake much like how he forced a romanced Inquisitor awake.

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Discovering the Best Men’s Outfit Stores in kerala

Kerala, with its lush landscapes and rich cultural heritage, is not just known for its scenic beauty but also for its vibrant fashion scene. For men looking to elevate their style, the state boasts an array of outfit stores that cater to various tastes and preferences. From traditional attire to contemporary fashion, here’s a comprehensive guide to the best men’s outfit stores in Kerala.

Kochi — The Fashion Capital

1.1. Manyavar

Located in the bustling streets of Kochi, Manyavar is renowned for its exquisite ethnic wear. Specializing in traditional Indian attire such as kurtas, sherwanis, and dhotis, Manyavar combines contemporary designs with classic styles. The store’s attention to detail and quality craftsmanship make it a go-to destination for weddings and festive occasions.

For those who appreciate the fusion of traditional and modern styles, Fabindia is a must-visit. With a range of comfortable yet stylish outfits, Fabindia offers everything from kurtas to casual shirts, all crafted from organic materials. Their commitment to sustainability and ethical fashion resonates with many consumers today.

Westside

A popular retail chain, Westside in Kochi provides a diverse selection of formal and casual wear. Whether you’re looking for sharp suits for business meetings or trendy casuals for a day out, Westside has it all. Their in-house brands ensure that you find something unique and fashionable at every visit.

2. Thiruvananthapuram — A Blend of Tradition and Modernity

2.1. Khadi India

If you’re a fan of sustainable fashion, Khadi India in Thiruvananthapuram is the perfect choice. This store promotes the heritage of handspun fabric and offers a variety of clothing options, including shirts, trousers, and traditional kurtas. Shopping here not only adds to your wardrobe but also supports local artisans.

Raymond

Renowned for its premium fabric and tailored suits, Raymond has a store in Thiruvananthapuram that is ideal for men seeking formal wear. With skilled tailors and a wide range of fabric options, you can create a suit that fits perfectly, exuding confidence and style.

Pantaloons

Offering a blend of affordability and style, Pantaloons is another excellent store in the capital city. With trendy collections that cater to all age groups, you can find everything from casual wear to formal attire. The store frequently updates its inventory, ensuring you’re always on-trend.

The Fashion Hub of North Kerala

Muthoot Group — Muthoot Garments

Muthoot Garments stands out in Kozhikode for its wide range of ethnic and formal wear. With a focus on quality, their collection includes everything from traditional mundus to modern business attire. The store is known for its friendly service and knowledgeable staff who can help you choose the perfect outfit.

For a comprehensive shopping experience, Lifestyle in Kozhikode offers a variety of brands under one roof. From casual wear to formal suits, this multi-brand store ensures that there’s something for everyone. Their exclusive deals and promotions make shopping more exciting.

In Thrissur, Ramachandran & Sons is a legendary name synonymous with quality menswear. Specializing in tailored clothing, this store is famous for its fine suits and traditional attire. The personalized service and expert tailoring make it a favorite among local patrons.

, primarily known for its exquisite silk sarees, also offers a fantastic selection of men’s ethnic wear. From sherwanis to traditional dhotis, this store combines luxurious fabrics with intricate designs, making it a perfect destination for festive shopping.

Malappuram — Emerging Fashion Scene

FashionFor trendy and affordable clothing, Malabar Fashion in Malappuram is an excellent choice. This store offers a wide range of casual wear, ensuring that you can stay fashionable without breaking the bank. Their collection is updated frequently, reflecting the latest trends.

A relatively new addition to the fashion landscape, Trends has quickly gained popularity in Malappuram. With a focus on contemporary styles, this store provides a unique blend of casual and semi-formal wear, perfect for young professionals.

Conclusion

Kerala’s fashion scene offers a plethora of options for men seeking stylish outfits. From ethnic wear to modern casuals, each store provides a unique experience, ensuring you find something that resonates with your style. Whether you’re dressing up for a wedding, gearing up for a corporate event, or just looking to update your everyday wardrobe, Kerala’s top men’s outfit stores have you covered. Embrace the vibrant fashion culture of the state and step out in style!

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My mistake original Gangster

Greetings bruv, allow me to communicate with you momentarily. Why are fellows conversing that you’re going around conversing that you’ve had sexual relations with my father and the likes? Are you by any chance the son of Rodington jr. casually known as little rodney? indubitably I’m little rodney’s son. Therefore are you referring to Rodington whose buttocks is fascinatingly enormous? Oi why are you disrespecting me bruv? My mistake original gangster. No this cannot be forgiven, now empty the compartments of your pantaloons. For what purpose? And discard of your fadora as well. For what purpose? In fact I am equipped to summon the one casually known as little Travis on your buffoon self. His slugs are sure to deal a heavy load of damage.

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