#Table Montain

[thequietkid-moonie]

Finding out reader lives all alone in their world

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho & Sebek ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

× This is inspired in Kotaro (from Kotaro lives alone)

I apologize for how long this end up being (i dont regret anything), i just love this concept too much 🥺🥺 please dont mind me

This has been writen right after watching the anime all over again, gosh is as sad as i remember the tears didn't let me see, but is also super cute

Overtime you became quite recognized around NCR, the magicless student who somehow always end up involved in all kind of problems and yet has never been seen scared or hesitant, as well you were known for how responsible you were, Crowley was constantly putting his own work in your hand and you always did your best to acomplished, you knew he was just being lazy and sometimes even lying to try to convince you to do his work, it never worked but you still accepted as part of your job for letting you stay at Ramshackle

Even if you were quite recognized for being organized and really responsible Grim was one of the only ones who would see the true extent of that side of you and he was constantly complaing about it, at every lunch break it became almost a tradition that when all your group of friends were on the table Grim started complaing about you

And it isn't like Grim despises you, its just that you are too responsible and weird for his liking, almost everyone knows your rutine by now because of his complainings but he justifies himself by saying that he just can't stay silent when you keep going on trips to the montain with Jade, always coming back with all kind of weird things you collected that you will cook and make him eat, or how you wake up early in the morning on free days because you want to clean the dorm, at least is not the worst like how it was at the start, when you made him work hard with you to make Ramshackle at least habitable, cleaning everything and repairing all you could. And when it wasn't your weird responsible rutine it was your way to speak and present yourself, always so formal and treating everyone with too much politeness

Everyone just took it as you just being your normal self, they knew you were responsible, still the more time it passed the more impressive it became, you not were only responsible but you were always training (sometimes even training with Jack or Sebek, surprisingly being able to keep up with them at least a bit), claming that you needed to become stronger, and despite that you never neglect the academics, always doing your best and having rather good grades despite never studying anything about magic before

Ace and Epel grow used to tease you by saying that you were some kind of old man and yet they were always there when everyone reunited for a study session at Ramshackle. More than once everyone had been surprised by your weird knowledge that only the seven knows why do you even know it (like how some tissues can taste sweet or wild plants that are actually edible), most of the time is Ortho the one asking out of curiousity and without much filtrer when talking but making everyone more curious about you

Something no one really dared to ask for the longest time was about your friends and family from your home, asuming that you may miss them already enough for them to bring up the topic, still as time passed by and you grew more comfortable with them you were the one slowly opening up more, they were the first ones who were able to see you step out of your usual polite and formal self, letting yourself relax and just enjoy the time, even spending more and more time smiling and laughing with them than, and one day when everyone was reunited at Ramshackle once again, taking a break from the studies and just talk about anything else, they finally got to ask about you

It started by Ace teasing Deuce because he insisted that he needed to become and honor student, he wanted to make up for how much he made his mother suffer in the past and despite the teasing Ace end up talking about his brother and what he told him when he was still studying at NCR, it didn't took much time for everyone started sharing stories about their own family, about their loved ones and how much they were looking up for the future, wishing to make them proud

But you were the only one who didn't have something to say, you don't even liked talking much about the topic of your family anyways, but they didn't knew, it wasn't their fault when they asked you about your family that you end up uncomfortable and hesitant to say anything, they even apologized for asking but it was alright, maybe telling someone about it won't be bad, after all, while you grew up your situation were more like an open secret

You admited that you really hoped that in the future you would be able to see your family again, that you would be able to be with your parents at least one more time, and before they could say anything you clarified that it didn't had anything to do with you arriving at Twisted Wonderland, in fact you have not seen your parents since you were a little kid

It is because of the good memories of them that you still have that you wanted to see them again, but the truth is that you spend quite a long time neglected, you are so responsible and capable because ever since you were little you had to learn to take care of yourself and at some point you were just separated from your parents, you were left all alone and even if there were kind people who were willing to help you just couldn't ask others to replace your parents, so you have taken responsability of your own self for the longest time, and in the face of that no one was able to say anything else

Maybe their relasionship with their family wasn't the best or they have troubles, but they were never alone, they always had someone to count on, non of them can really tell what you must have gone throught but by the way you talked about it, so calmly no one knew if they should say something, were you already at peace with it or just resigned? If they say something, would you think they are pitying you? How are they supuse to show their support when you seem so capable now!?

Ortho was the first one to speak again, taking your hand and saying that you have nothing to worry, that while you are here he will be your family! And after him everyone followed in a second, Jack reasured you that you have them while Epel said that his mewmaw would be happy to welcome you if you ever need them, Ace and Deuce has been with you from the first day, you three were together in your first trouble so it was just fair to considerate you like family, Sebek was a bit embarrased but still he said that you were quite honorable for a human and because of that he considerate you a dear friend (he does see you as family but admiting it will make him too flustered), even Grim reclulantly admited that since you were his henchman you should considere yourself honored, because you two would be stuck together until he becomes the greatest mage of all times (and even after that, you won't get away from him that easily)

Your story wasn't easy to forget and the more time it passed the more it hit all of them, it twisted their stomach just to thing what it was to grow up all alone, and thats why they started to show their love and support more directly, not for pity but because of love

You were invited even more often to spend time with them for their dorm activites (specially to Heartslabyul) and even to their club activites, specially if there was any competitions, after all you were family and they would be more than happy to have you there to cheer on them. Reciving gifts also became more frecuent, constantly reciving products for Epel's family farm or left overs from Heartslabyul endless tea parties, Jack and Ortho worked in their own gifts too, leading Ramshackle to have a lot of updates and become even more comfortable and with a few cactus to decorate while Sebek was more focused on helping you train, if you really wanted to become stronger then there was no one else better than him to help you! after all, he was instructed by Master Lilia himself

Grim never really stoped complaining about your weird way to be but he grew more apreciative, you were taking care of him with everything you learned by being all alone so it was only fair if he also took care of you, he grew to make you relax a little more and to never forget that you are not alone anymore, after all you are his hechman! What kind of master would leave behind his hechman?

Still, after some time they initial concern started to calm down, ultimately growing closer but stop being overprotective, it took time but everyone were a big family now, one that wasn't going to be torn apart nor leave anyone behind anytime soon

[aristaspark]

What if Brooklynn and Kenji adopt a cat/dog (maybe both)? I need someone to do hc's abt what would happen---

No need to ask me twice.

- They're DEFINETLY dog people (especially Brooklynn) so when they decide to get a pet they immediately agree on a dog. (I wrote that as a headcanon then remembered that Kenji told his dad he's always wanted a dog in season 5 😂).

- Brooklynn hates small dogs, they irritate her, so that wasn't even an option.

- They hesitate btw a few breeds but eventually agree on a Saint-Bernard since they live near montains and love its big bear appearance.

- When they went to choose which puppy they wanted to adopt, one of them peed on Kenji when he picked it up, so Brooklynn insisted they chose this one, and strangely enough Kenji agreed (he took it as a sign the dog liked him).

- It's a female, of course they name her Esther.

- To mess with the camp fam they told them they were having a daughter, so for a whole week the others thought they were having a real baby. They hadn't predicted Sammy would send them a year's worth of baby clothes by the mail.

- At first they tried to get the puppy to sleep on the floor, but gave up after the first night because it wouldn't stop crying, so she slept at their feet. But after a few months she'd grown so much that she barely fit inside the trailer anymore, so they made her a huge kennel right next to them (it reminded them of when they built the camp on Nublar). They often joke about the fact that the kennel is fancier and more comfortable than their trailer.

- They put a camera (baby monitor) inside the kennel because they were so worried the first night she slept inside that they didn't sleep at all.

- Kenji wanted to take dog training classes, terrified of the idea that they might be doing anything wrong, but left before the end of the first lesson. He hated being told that his daughter wasn't perfect.

- Brooklynn, as the independant queen she is, predicted Kenji would be the one petting the dog all day but turns out she can't keep her hands off of it's furr for more than two minutes, and Kenji teases her about it all the time. He can't help but be endeared when she talks to Esther with her baby voice.

- Brooklynn has thousands of pictures of Esther on her phone and can't stop showing them off to everyone they know.

- They celebrate her adoption day every year with a cake with candles for them, and fancy dog biscuits for Esther.

- Kenji often takes Esther with him on his hikes, and of course when Brooklynn has the time she joins them.

- He sometimes also takes her with him when he teaches rock climbing. She has her own little spot and gets to be pet by his students.

- They're the annoying proud dogs parents who won't shut up about it.

- The funny thing is that they tried to make other dog-owner friends but found them annoying and overbearing as heck.

- During summer they often take her to the river near their trailer and play in the water with her.

- Everytime they had their weekly meetings with the camp fam she tried to get on the table to see the screen so they started putting the computer somewhere she could see, that way the others could also get to see her.

- She has a habit of stealing Brooklynn's phone when she's not looking and hiding it.

- Kenji's absolutely incapable of scolding her so Brooklynn always has to play the bad cop. Everytime she scolds her because she misbehaved, Esther goes to Kenji thinking she will get away with what she did which annoys Brooklynn to no ends.

- Brooklynn always teases Kenji, telling him that Esther reminds her of him (too much energy, loud, drooling when they sleep).

- They often argue over who they think Esther likes the most, but always end up agreeing on the fact that she'd pick food over the both of them any day. Or uncle Ben.

[james-a-b]

W!

!!!!! getting one ask for this game surprised me tbh, two is incredible and you need to know that if i were a golden retriever i would be wagging my tail SO fast

anyway, they've done a fair number of things that have surprised and delighted me, but my favourite is and always will be the moment they broke out in song during TATINOF.

To provide some context there- at the time, youtubers doing a show the way Dan and Phil did was absolutely UNHEARD of. No one had ever done anything like it before, and no one really knew what to expect. The show I saw was in Seattle, near the end of the US leg of the tour, but Dan and Phil had asked everyone to avoid spoiling the show for others, and I'd managed to avoid any spoilers that WERE out there pretty much entirely. I went in blind.

That day was the best day of my life. Not solely because I was seeing TATINOF; Seattle is my favourite city and we went on the underground tour and ate a pizza that was almost bigger than our table and went to the pop culture museum, where they had a Dalek and a Cyberman and a bunch of other really cool movie/show props, but seeing Dan and Phil was definitely the highlight of the day.

I'd been depressed for almost a decade and actively suicidal for going on six years at that point, but when I first discovered Dan and Phil in the fall of 2015, I realized for the first time that the way I was feeling and had been feeling wasn't just a natural part of growing up. They seemed so alive and so so happy in a way I'd never seen from an adult before, and it gave me hope that maybe I could feel that way again, too. So they meant and still mean a great deal to me. They saved my life.

TATINOF had just begun touring the UK when I started watching, and then in early 2016 they announced they were coming to America. Now, I'm Canadian, and I was living in Kelowna, BC, so I was understandably disappointed when the nearest show was in Phoenix, Arizona, too far to travel to. But then, a month later, they announced more dates, and Seattle was among them. So I begged my parents to get me to Seattle for the show.

Mom bought my ticket, and Dad arranged a Seattle trip. Mom offered to buy me a VIP ticket, by the way, but I thought about it and then decided I'd rather have a regular ticket in part because I was such a new fan and in part because the thought of standing in front of them and being seen made me want to spontaneously combust. (I did get a VIP ticket to II, and then I ended up spending the first half of the show hyperventilating bc I got too excited/overwhelmed lmao)

I remember specifically choosing a balcony seat because while I knew Dan didn't enjoy audience participation from an audience perspective, I wanted to play it safe. Just in case. And Dan did make some jokes about asking for audience participation, so I'm actually glad I did. My heart could barely handle things as is!

The show was... indescribable. I'd taken art to submit to crafty corner, and while it wasn't chosen, I was absolutely beside myself just knowing they'd seen it. And during the show, they took things so much farther than anyone ever expected them to, with the suggestive themes of the fanfiction part (brokeback montain references?? only one tent??? this was YEARS before they came out, mind, and they'd NEVER really leaned into or encouraged that sort of thing before) and then Dil being revealed as the entity causing everything, and then, on top of literally every amazing incredible thing they'd already done in the show, they started SINGING??

We knew they did little songs for things like baking videos, but that was a FAR cry from performing onstage, and they were hardly professional singers, so a musical number was absolutely the last thing I expected to actually happen. I absolutely screamed myself hoarse during the course of that show, as did most everyone else in that theatre, but I don't think I've ever screamed so loud as I did when they started singing.

So... yeah. That's my answer.

(ask game here)

[allthingsfangirl101]

CE Chapter 8: Let’s Try This Again

Masterlist

George peaked back into the crowd and saw his soulmate's friends talking and giggling with her. His soulmate was still blushing as she looked at her hands in her lap.

She looked up, her blush brightening when she saw him looking at her. Ellie tried to look away but she couldn't. She stared right into his eyes as he walked out from behind the stage and back into the crowd. Ellie held her breath as he walked over.

Her heart sank when he walked by her, toward the bar. As he passed her, he nodded towards the bar. Her friends started giggling and pushing her to her feet, encouraging her to go get him.

She stood up, smoothing out her skirt as she gathered her courage and walked toward the bar. George sensed her coming and turned around right as she walked up.

"Hi," she said, her voice getting caught in her throat.

"How about we officially introduce ourselves?" George asked sweetly. "I'm George."

"I'm Ellie," she introduced herself. "It's short for Eleanor."

"Beautiful," he said making her blush. "Last name?"

"Sampson."

"Montain."

"Montain?"

George's breath got caught in his throat as she thought about his last name. "It sounds. . . Familiar."

"It's one of those names," he shrugged, relief washing over him. That was definitely a conversation they needed to have, but not as one of their first conversations.

George looked down and gently grabbed her hand. Ellie's breath got caught in her throat when he touched her.

"I'd hate to steal you away from your friends," he said, nodding his head towards Ellie's friends but not looking away from Ellie. "But I would love to get to know you better."

"I'd like that too," Ellie said, barely able to find her voice. "I don't think they'd mind."

"Wonderful," he chuckled. He intertwined their fingers and led her over to the table he was sitting at before he performed. He let go of her hand and pulled out her chair for her. George was overcome with a feeling of pride when he caught a glimpse of Ellie's blush.

After she sat down, George walked over and sat across from her. He reached across the table and instantly grabbed her hands.

"Tell me about yourself, Soulmate Ellie."

She felt her face heat up at the nickname. "What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Everything," he whispered.

"I don't know where to start," Ellie giggled nervously, looking down at their hands.

"Well," he said, gently squeezing her hands, "we already covered names, so let's start with jobs. What do you do, my dear Ellie?"

"I own a bookshop downtown."

"That's amazing."

"It's really not," she sighed, looking away. "I mean. . . It's small and we're barely staying afloat."

"I think it's wonderful," he said instantly. "It takes a lot to run your own business. It takes even more to do it in New York."

"The big bookstores are running me out of business."

"But you're giving them a run for their money," he teased.

"You have a lot of blind faith in me," Ellie said under her breath.

"That's what soulmates do," George chuckled. She looked up at him, her face still burning bright pink.

"Right," she whispered. "The soulmate thing."

"Would you like to go to dinner?" George asked, looking back up at her eyes. He could look into those blue eyes all day.

"Sure," she said, her breath getting stuck in her throat. "I'm free tomorrow."

"Perfect," he said, sitting up straighter. He grabbed his phone and opened his contacts. He put in the name for her and handed her the phone. He smirked when the name caused her to blush as she read it.

Soulmate

She grabbed it and put in her number. Before handing it back, she added a part to her name. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she handed him his phone back. He looked down and smiled at her addition.

Soulmate (a.k.a Ellie Sampson)

"Perfect," he said, looking up at her. "What time are you free tonight?"

"Six o'clock?" She shrugged.

"Perfect," George whispered. "I'll text you so you have my number and then you can send me your address. I'll pick you up at six o'clock."

"Sounds good."

George grabbed her hand and gently brought it to his lips. He smiled up at her and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

"I can't wait," he whispered, "my perfect soulmate."

Ellie took a shaky breath as her soulmate walked away. The second he was gone, her friends came running over. They started excitedly asking her questions that she slowly answered. She couldn't really focus on the conversation. Instead, her thoughts were on her soulmate. She thought about the way his lips touched her knuckles. She couldn't stop thinking about the burning sensation that started at the place he kissed and shot up her arm and spread throughout her body.

"What is he like?" One of her friends pushed.

"He's. . ." She said slowly. "He seems too good to be true."

[sixteen-strikes]

Copying stuff I wrote a while ago in the Baldur's Gate community beacuse I discovered you can't reblog stuff from communities and I want my brainrot stored where it's easy to access.

SO...

So I finished the game again and I have some thoughts about how Orpheus' imprisonment works. When you set him free he says that his honor guard could have set him free back when you first met the emperor in squid form, but is that actually true? It suggests that the only thing standing between him and freedom was the emperor keeping them from him. However, his guard was with him in the prism ever since Vlaakith first captured him so why couldn't they free him in all the time before the emperor came into the picture but can now?

Maybe there was another set of protections that they couldn't get through while the prism was in Vlaakith's possesion and the emperor or Shadowheart and co. anulled them when they stole prism. Though that would make Voss look a bit dumber than he is. He says he had been looking for a way to free Orpheus for eons and it turns out that all he had to do was to take the prism on a vacation from Vlaakith. No need for the orphic hammer.

Or maybe Orpheus meant that with the squid gone his honor guard could exit the prism and carry on your quest with no need for him to exert any protection. And that could have worked since after moonrise towers the cards are very much on the table and you no longer have to infiltrate the cult. They were very strong so I can see them kicking Orin and Gortash's asses and getting their nether stones and they would have probably traded the crown for the hammer. They would most likely be slim on allies for the last fight, but githyanki don't really see that as a problem and it is still doable even without allies.

Or they were never able to free him and Orpheus is just lashing out in grief. He is sort of a githyanki messiah who wants to save his people but he is also a person who had to watch his closest comrades(maybe even friends) get slaughtered right in front of him so he's not ready to give you a medal for helping him no matter how reasonable he is. He also scolds you for taking the egg no matter what you did with it which is a point towards his initial outburst being just his need to chew you out for killing his friends no matter how much he knows you had no choice. 'Cause from everything we learned at the creche the egg would have gotten scrambled if we let it there: the guy taking care of it admits that he's already stalling and we know it doesn't hatch until the end of our adventure so I doubt he would have been able to save it and Lae'zel's pack is the safest place in the universe for that baby. So yeah, if you did not hand it over to the racist lady on the montain, he had no reason to be upset with you besides really not wanting to like you.

I wonder if the dialogue differs if you just knock out his guard. Did anybody try this? I only finished the game twice and both times I forgot nonleathal attacks were a thing until Jaheira was begging me not to kill Minsc and I had to google how you take out Minsc without killing him-this game has to many features to forget about XD'. Maybe this playthrough is going to be the one when I try my best not to kill them. I am assuming the emperor guts them as soon as you're out of the prism, which still makes you an accessory to murder albeit an unwilling one. And also raises the question why the emperor did not snack on Orpheus' brain as soon as the guard was out of the picture? Did I miss something?

Anyway, I really wish we could have talked more to Orpheus since I find him fascinating. Voss too; I have so many thoughts on him too, but this got long enough so I'll make a separate post about him.

[omw-col-things]

The Secret Garden

I’m a Narnia/Secret Garden kind of girl and The Secret Garden beneath 47 On Sea in Bloubergstrand does not disappoint. In fact it is one of Blouberg’s best kept secrets – even some locals are unaware of its presence. Once you have purchased your coffee and cake at the coffee shop, you can either watch the parade along the quaint Stadler Road, with the magnificent On the Rocks Restaurant and…

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 30

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"You okay, Kit?" Montreal Hunter asks, setting a gentle hand on his back.

Kit Montaine looks around, drinking in the scene that surrounds them but it is not fear that makes him shiver.

It is wonder. 

They are gathered in a small clearing at the edge of the woods, beneath the spreading boughs of a solitary tree. 

With the moon in hiding, only the shimmer of summer stars softens the blackness of the sky and many lanterns and candles keep the dark at bay. 

The lanterns are little globes of colored paper and hang from the branches of the tree. 

Dane’s Mate, Julian Hart has worked some Fae magic, too and tiny firefly sparkles light the air, while the songs of crickets in the meadows and frogs in a nearby streams lend a quiet, wild music to the night. 

Beneath the tree, four long tables are arranged in a square, laden with a feast that awaits the alphas' return. 

Hot dishes rest in heated pans, while ice keeps chilled things cold and fresh. 

Everyone contributed something, even Monty and Kit had made a peach cobbler that Monty said his grand-mama taught him to make. 

Besides that, there's Sasha's crispy fried chicken ‘and tofu for Monty’ and buttermilk biscuits from Monty's mother, corn on the cob and fresh fruit salad from Martin's family, spicy gumbo from Freya and something called 'beignets' which were like square doughnuts topped with powdered sugar, from the mysterious Darius L'Amour. 

There was grilled salmon and rice from Noah and his Dragon/Mate, Ambrose Thorne and a watercress salad that Julian made.

 At least it's not waffles, he had said. Even Kit’s cousin Ophelia is here, with her baby, Kitka and her human/husband, Ed. 

They'd brought a coleslaw and kebabs with fresh garden vegetables and aromatic sausages. 

In all, the combined scents makes Kit’s stomach ache with hunger, while the peaceful gathering itself has him in awe.

"Yes, I am well," Kit says, answering Monty's question at last. 

"It is only that I have never seen an Ascendance ceremony before."

"How do the Mortaines transfer power, then?" he asks.

Ophelia, who shares a blanket with Kit on the sweet dry grass, laughs at that. 

"They don't. Obadiah challenged his own uncle as soon as he came of age. Kit and I weren't born yet but people still talk about it."

Kit nods. 

"They say the battle lasted all night and only ended when my uncle tore out his uncle's throat and drank his blood, just as the sun rose, all red in the eastern sky. He's ruled unchallenged ever since."

Monty shudders.

"Lords. I still can't believe mom and dad wanted to join the Packs. If Dane hadn't met Julian when he did..."

"We didn't know," Astrid Hunter says, making Monty jump as she appears at his back, apparently having overheard. 

She settles on the blanket, sitting cross-legged, and smiles at them. 

"The Mortaines keep their secrets well and the face they show the world isn't the face they show at home. At least, that was the case until recently. When we matched Dane with Selene, we knew the Mortaines were fierce and proud but we did not suspect that they were also vicious and cruel. If we had, we would not have agreed to the arrangement, peace or no peace."

Ophelia snorts. 

"No wonder you got trouble now. Selene's a spiteful bitch, if there's something she wants that she can't have, she makes sure nobody else can have it, either."

Astrid nods. 

"Have you thought about staying? No one would blame you if you pulled up stakes and took your family as far from here as you could. Joseph's got family in Georgia and Dane's got his territory out West. I'm sure you'd be welcomed, either way."

"That's kind of you," Ophelia says, 

"But Ed and I have talked it over and we agree that running isn't the answer, this time. We could be Outcasts all our lives, running from place to place, always lookin' over our shoulders for Mortaines. For Kitka's sake, we'd rather put our trust in your strength and take our chances on a better life, here."

She glances at her little girl, where she plays with Luna and Luca nearby. 

When she'd set the baby down with the twins, Julian had gone stiff and watched anxiously, worried that Luna and Luca might be too rough with her, or not want to share their toys, or might not accept Kitka at all. 

Instead, they had welcomed her readily and been surprisingly gentle with the little half-wolf girl. 

Luna had even given her the stuffed fox to hold, pressing it into her arms with an exclamation of ‘fuks!’

“You're right, too," Ophie continues. 

"About my former Pack, that is. They're good at hiding things. Just look at poor Kit, outside the family, no one even knew he existed. And nobody dreams of choosing their own Mate, it's all about power and the 'strength and purity of the line.' Not like here, where you actually love and care about each other."

Kit shifts uncomfortably and looks towards where Monty’s brother, Martin sits a few yards away with his four children and his mate, Elena. 

Kit knows Monty’s worried about Martin and he doesn't blame him. 

Martin’s family isn't like Monty’s but people don't see what they don't want to see and it's easy to turn a blind eye when others don't want to be seen.

"Actually, Mom, there's something I'd like to talk to you about," Monty says.

"Of course." She looks at him expectantly but he shakes his head.

"Maybe later, alone?"

She nods and the talk turns to other things. 

Some minutes later, the musical howls of two wolves rise from the darkness, signaling the alphas' return. 

They enter the clearing together Dane a towering figure beside his father's more slender form. Whatever secrets passed from father to son, the exchange of power is complete and Dane radiates strength. 

His family cheer and congratulate him and he receives their praise with quiet humility. 

Kit can't quite bring himself to join in with equal enthusiasm, though. 

The Hunter family see hope in his strength and power and Kit does, too but he also know that what Ferrault will see is a worthy Challenger.

                                                       ~ ☾ ~

Kit’s misgivings are soon forgotten amid the festivities and feasting. 

He has never seen such an array of delicious foods, much less been invited to partake of it. 

Monty encourages him to try everything and before long he is too full to take another bite. 

Sleepy and contented, he leans against Monty where he sits with his siblings, on benches around a little fire and listens to them talk. 

They speak of memories from their childhoods, shared adventures, silly mishaps and innocent dreams. 

It makes Kit a little sad, not to have known any of those things but he’s happy, too, that Monty did and that now he is sharing them with him.

"Kit?" 

Monty nudges Kit and he realizes someone has asked him a question.

"Sorry?"

"I just wondered if you'd tried any of the books I brought for you," Noah says, smiling. "I hope they're not too difficult. I can help you if you have any questions."

Noah had given Kit a fresh stack when he arrived, a mix of Wolf history and legend, some charming children's tales and a big heavy one of various mythologies.

"Oh! Yes, I've read them and I enjoyed them very much," Kit says, returning Noah’s smile with gratitude.

"Which ones?" Noah asks, blinking from behind his gold spectacles. 

He is smaller than Martin and prettier, in a way.

"Well, a-all of them."

Noah narrows his eyes at Kit. 

"And you understood them?"

"I... I think so."

"He's a fast learner," Monty says.

"I couldn't have read all those books in the time since we arrived and I've been reading since I was three," Noah replies and to Kit, he says... 

"Okay, who was Aruna and why did the Wolves of the north revere her?"

Nervous sweat prickles Kit’s skin at the unexpected question but fortunately, he had just read that story the night before, so it was fresh in his memory.

“Sh-she was a huntress who f-fell in love with the Wolf-God," he recites hastily. "He t-took her as his Mate and their child was the first whose nature was both Wolf and human."

Noah nods, his eyes widening with astonishment.  

"That's correct."

"What does that prove?" Noah's mate, Ambrose asks, firelight reflecting from his dark eyes and long, red-brown hair. 

"He might've heard that story anywhere."

"No," Noah shakes his head. 

"I borrowed that book from the shop. It's probably the only copy and it's not the sort of story the Mortaines would tell. Gods mixing with humans, Wolves mixing with all kinds of things, not exactly the pure-breed narrative."

"There is even one tale where a Wolf falls in love with a rabbit," Kit says, eyes wide. "I was afraid to read it, at first because I feared it would be a tragedy but it is actually quite humorous."

Noah draws a breath and pushes his glasses up his nose.

"I believe you, Kit," he says firmly. 

"I only wanted to be sure. I've been doing some research of my own, actually and I think your fast learning is a kitsune ability. In some of the legends, foxes don't begin to absorb knowledge until they're one-hundred years old, but that's likely an exaggeration. My theory is that this is the reason you were never taught to read or allowed to go to school, I think your ability to soak up learning like that is the key to unlocking your true potential. Your family didn't want that to happen yet because if it did, they probably wouldn't have been able to control you any more."

Kit stares at Noah, ready to tell him he doesn't have any potential to unlock but Ambrose, winks one ember-bright eye at him.

"I was kept in a similar way, once," he says. 

"If I'd somehow managed to understand and embrace my inner fire... Well, my family would have been reduced to ashes long ago. But then I do not know if I'd have met my lovely little wolf and I would not trade him for the world."

Noah blushes a bright coppery-red and elbows his mate in the ribs. 

Ambrose merely grins, shows slightly long, sharp teeth and Kit wonders at the two of them, Noah is so gentle and quiet, while his mate seems as volatile and dangerous as fire. 

They make an odd pair but they seem to balance each other, just as Kit hopes that he and his Mate shall too.

"Do you have any more?" Kit asks, looking at Noah. 

"Books, I mean?"

Noah laughs. 

"No. I didn't expect you to go through them quite so fast. But I can get more, if you'd like."

Kit nods and leans against Monty's side. 

"Yes, please. I would."

If Kit does has some hidden potential, some secret power to unlock, he wants to discover it, so that he can protect my Mate and his family, as they have protected him. 

First, though, he needs to make Monty his...

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

Later, after the celebrations have ended and the feast has been cleared away and all the little lanterns and candles are extinguished, Monty and Kit retreated to their tent. 

They have a choice of two narrow beds or a single, wide one and since Monty had been busy at the time and had left the decision to Kit who chose the wide one. 

In his whole life, he had never felt so safe or so comfortable anywhere as he did in Monty’s arms and he would rather have slept with him on the bare ground than alone in the most luxurious bed. 

He knew Monty did not trust him and his feelings for him, books were not the only source of learning. 

Kit had observed him and his family and those around him and the more he observed, the more he began to understand. 

If he were more human, he would surely have been broken by his sufferings, surely, as Monty said, he would not wish to be touched or held by anyone. 

But he had been raised like an animal and treated like an animal and so, to some degree, he had thought and experienced things like an animal, too.

There was 'good' and 'bad' 'pleasant' and 'painful' hungry and not-hungry want and fulfillment. 

Simple feelings for a simple soul. 

Kit had lived in a box with blank walls, knowing only what had been told to him and not daring to seek more. 

Now, it was as if the bottom had dropped out, the sky expanded to the distance of the stars and he had only begun to realize the freedom he had. 

It was true, he had been starved of affection and love and now he thirsted for a gentle touch and a kind word but not from anyone. 

Monty was wrong to think Kit trusted him, that he loved him, only because he was the first person he had met who treated him like something worth caring for. 

Kit trusted and loved Monty because he was someone worth caring for.

 Now, Kit just had to convince him of that. 

Kit had already used the shower and changed into his sleeping clothes and now Monty returns from washing and strips out of his own garments, facing away. 

A single lantern hangs from the top rafter of their wood-framed tent and shadows are sharpened by its slanting light.  

Monty's shirt lifts, revealing his muscled back and broad shoulders, fluid strength beneath earth-toned skin. 

He casts it aside and sheds his pants and Kit’s breath catches at the sight of him. 

He has seen plenty of naked men, most of them have frightened him. 

Now though, a seed of want awakens in his core, like a sprout pushing first leaves towards the warm sun's light. 

Kit looks away as Monty dons his night clothes and his pulse quickens as he comes to lie at his side, at his nearness, at his scent and Kit finds himself hungry once again, though food is not what he desires. 

Now Kit wants Monty, all of him, as his own. 

As his own heart's desire.

"Hey Kit," he says, smiling as he lies on his side, facing him. 

"You have a good time tonight?"

"Yes." Kit nods, shifting a little nearer to his heat.

"That little Kitka's something else, huh? Looks so innocent with her big blue eyes and blonde curls and before you know it, she got Luna and Luca eating out of her hand. Two little alphas and a half-wolf and—"

"Monty," Kit interrupts, moving a little closer and sliding his hands over Monty’s shoulders. 

"I love you."

Monty’s breath catches in surprise and his dark eyes go wide. 

"Kit..."

"You love me, too, don't you?" Kit asks.

"I..." 

Monty shuts his eyes and takes a breath. 

"Yes. I love you, Kit."

Sitting up, Kit straddle him, lying atop his chest to kiss his mouth but Monty pushes him away.

"Wait."

"Why?"

Monty lays a muscled arm across his eyes and shakes his head and to Kit’s distress he see tears slide down the sides of his face.

"I can't, Kit."

"Why?" Kit asks again. 

"I want you and I love you, you love and want me. We're mates. Why can't we?"

"Because I'm not ready," he whispers. 

"I'm sorry, Kitty. You gotta understand. I... You'd be my first but... not the first to break my heart, if I'm wrong."

Stung, Kit moves off him and lies at Monty’s side again, facing away this time.

"Tell me," Kit whispers. 

"I've told you everything. So tell me, Monty, why are you afraid? That's what Mates do, right? We're there for each other, no matter what."

Monty is silent so long, Kit thinks he must have fallen asleep. 

Then he speaks, his voice is rough and raw with a mix of emotions Kit can't begin to understand.

"Alright," he says. 

"But this gonna take a while and I won't blame you if you change your mind, after you heard it all."

Kit rolls over to face him again and leans close to briefly press his lips to his.

"No. I'm here to stay. I'm yours and you're mine. Like your mom and dad said, all I want is more time with you."

He bites his bottom lip and takes a deep, ragged breath.

"And I won't hold you to that, Kit," he says, with a soft sadness in his eyes. 

"We only met a few weeks ago and you... You don't know me, yet. You don't know everything. Once you do, I won't blame you if you change your mind, okay? I won't blame you one bit. I'll still love you, though, no matter what. I'll love you anyways."

Kit shuts his eyes as Monty kisses his brow. 

He expect nothing less, from his heart's Mate.’

"I belong to you, Monty," Kit reminds him. 

"You can tell me anything."

And so then, Monty tells Kit everything.

[chris-evansimagines]

Montain and Packed Lunches (Dad!Chris Evans Blurb)

Requested by @ilovetheeagles. I’m sorry It took so long, hun but I hope you enjoy this one, I really liked writting it!

Type: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None!

"Mommy, I'm hungry!"

"Mom, Theo is kicking my leg!"

"Dad! Oliver won't stop playing that game you won't let him!"

"That's a lie!"

And then you could hear a baby babble in the middle of all those requests and complaints. Your hand was resting on Chris's leg as he drove, and you turned around slightly, looking at your kids.

"We'll do a stop in a few minutes, we eat and take a walk, what do you guys think?" You asked them, watching and hearing them all cheer. You chuckled turning to Chris. "Your kids are very demanding... Wonder where they got it from..."

Chris had a hint of a smirk on his lips, but before he could answer you, he quickly checked Oliver through the rearview. "Hey, buddy. Turn that game off. I thought I had uninstalled it." He warned him once, and even If he was complaining while doing it, Oliver shut the game down.

"Sorry, dad."

"No worries." Chris gave him a small smile, turning his attention again to you. "Now, you." He said in a more serious tone, making you giggled. "If I remember, I married this girl, and the first time we met she made me buy coffee for her because I spilled hers. I was going to do It anyway, but she got ahead of herself. Sounds demanding to you?" He arched one of his eyebrows, laughing.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm, and just smiled while looking at the street, intertwining your fingers with Chris's.

You stopped by a natural park area where you had picnic tables and then could take a walk through the forest.

Chris wrapped the baby straps around his torso and picked up Noah that comfortably rested against his dad's chest. You picked up Theo and helped Mia unbuckle her seatbelt. "Come on guys, let's sit by that table over there." You pointed as Chris took the backpacks from the back of the car.

You ate the snacks you prepared knowing that the drive was long to the lake house so you would need to make a stop.

"Dad goes on the front, he can fight bears!" Oliver said as a matter of fact his pointing finger sticking up as he said it.

"And mom can go on the back because she is very good at not losing us," Olive said, making Chris playfully scoff.

You laughed and chuckled, leading Mia by your hand, as you pushed Theo's stroller, all of you enjoying some fresh air before you went back on the road.

Taglist: @lovecatystuff ;  @patzammit ; @tacohead13 ; @mrs-captain-evans ; @notyourtypicalrose ; @chris-butt ; @dwights-new-plague ; @thummbelina ; @jesseswartzwelder ; @lizzyclifford13-blog; @05spn18 ; @chrissbabybunny ; @evans713

[moonlightskids]

soulmates

werewolf au! (smut)

i.

the house was already packed when you arrived, holding tightly to your boyfriend’s shirt in an attempt to not get lost in the crowd of drunk college students. you like parties as much as any other miserable college student looking to forget about the amount of pending assignments, so when chan mentioned one of his senior friends was throwing one and inviting everyone, including freshmen, you thought it’ll be fun to get distracted with your boyfriend for a while.

walking to the backyard of the half destroyed house, you get past drunk couples grinding on each other and the drinks table where hyunjin pours you a really questionable beverage.

on the patio, you find a group of your friends, chan’s arm is over his new girlfriend, doyeon, you recognize his sister standing really close to felix and the rest of the group who seems pretty intoxicated, scattered around, all laughs and rosey cheeks as the two of you walk closer.

“hey love birds”, changbin barely gets outs, leaning his weight on seungmin’s thin figure, “what took you so long?”, you chuckle at his lazy voice, he seems ready to go to bed.

“it’s only 11pm, how are you so fucked up already”, hyunjin laughs at his friend’s antics, “it’s yerim”, seungmin replies, not bothered by the way his older friend is basically napping against him. hyunjin hums in understanding leaving you in the dark, who the fuck yerim, giving your boyfriend a look he leans in to whisper in your ear, “i’ll explain it later”

as hyunjin walks to help seungmin with a passed out changbin, you make your way to doyeon, the other girl smiles, taking her boyfriend’s arm off of her to put her own on your shoulder, “having fun?”, she has a mischievous smile on her face.

“yeah”, your eyes are focused on felix and hannah, who seem really comfortable with each other, “what’s going on there”, doyeon eyes them too, chuckling at the frown on her boyfriend’s face, “i guess they’re a thing now”, you rise an eyebrow remembering vividly when hyunjin told you about how strict chan was with the ‘professional’ relationship the boys had to keep with his sister but choose to let it go, is none of your business, you’ll just add it to the things your boyfriend will have to explain some day.

chan comes to you, a smile on his face when he pats your head in hello, “hey, y/n, can i steal her for a moment?”, you nod watching him take away your company, “hey”, hyunjin’s hand laces with yours as he pulls you away from his friend and into the livingroom where all the dancing is taking place. his hands taking their designed spot on your waist as he pushes your back against his chest, his hips grinding against yours and his lips leaving wet marks on the naked skin of your neck, “you smell so nice”, his words tickling your sentive spot, “that’s kind of creepy”, he giggles, turning you around and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “you love me though”, the roll of your eyes confirming his sentence without the need of you speaking.

ii.

going out was not a smart decision, after an hour or so of dancing, hyunjin and you decided to go out for some fresh air, him deciding to grab some drinks before joining you at the backyard. but it had definitely been better if you had stayed inside. from your spot you can see felix and who you assume is chan’s sister engaged into something you supposed chan himself wouldn’t approve of.

you’re sitting in one of the pool side chairs, enjoying the cold wind blowing against your hot skin when you feel someone sit next to you, thinking is hyunjin you turn around smiling, only to find a man you had never seen before, “um, can i help you?”, his cheeks red and eyes clouded from the amount of alcohol you probably had consumed that night, “what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?”, he’s so close the strong smell of alcohol makes you gag, you move a little farther from him, “i’m not alone”, with a smirk, he covers the distance you had put between the two of you again, “you’re right”, he replys placing his hand on your tight, “you’re with me now”, his hand starts climbing up and when it reaches the hem of your skirt you jump away, backing till you hit someone, hyunjin’s hand is suddenly on your hip a low growl sounding next to your ear.

“hyunjin, is fine”, your fists close around his black shirt, trying to push him away from the other guy who didn’t know how to shut up, you can see his hands shaking, his face morfing into one that screamed for you to step away, “please let’s just go”, your voice breaks, what you didn’t know is that your fear was being misinterpreted by your boyfriend who’s instincts to protect were getting stronger, his eyes, now a deep red, were fixed infront of you, his body temperature rising.

before hyunjin could do something stupid, you hear a conmosion inside the house, minho and chan getting out, pulling him away from each arm and stepping outside the property. in a minute, you’re left alone with the party’s loud music and a multitude looking at you.

from the side, you watch doyeon and jisung walk to you, the both of them trying to sooth your fears away, “he just needs a minute to calm down”, jisung tries to reason with you, “but jisung, you didn’t see him, his eyes were completely red”, the two of them share a look, “y/n, you probably just saw wrong”, doyeon petting your hair but you’re too worried about what is happening to your boyfriend, “i’ll go get you some water”, jisung walks back inside and you take the chance to make your way to where your boyfriend had been pulled to.

ignoring doyeon’s requests to stay with her you walk to the three line that surrounds the neighborhood, passing through passed out college students. between the tall acres you find the trio, the two oldest are trying to calm hyunjin down which seems to not be working and in a moment you watch your boyfriend go from a tall boy to a caramel wolf triple times his size, you yelp in surprise earning the boy’s attention. his expressions could fit in a comic, hyunjin, well the wolf, walks towards you, big cautious eyes as he looks at you afraid to scred you, you step away, your feet getting tangled with a three’s root making you fall on your butt.

hyunjin whines lowering his head, seeing you so scared and knowing it’s his fault and he can’t do anything to make you feel better is the complete opposite of what his instincts want. before any of the boys could explain anything to you, you’re already running away, your legs carrying you as far away and as fast as they can, leaving behind a broken hearted hyunjin.

iii.

you watch your phone light up again, this time, changbin’s name appears on the screen, joining the other missed calls from all of the boys when it stops ringing. you sigh covering your head with your sheets, you’ve read all the text messages asking you to hear them out, to call hyunjin but you can’t find youself to do it.

even if your heart pangs everytime you think about the sad face he gave you when you turned away from him, in an attempt to try and understand on your own you had searched about it on the internet, feeling like a complete idiot when you typed the word ‘werewolf’ on the search tab. you had read every page that had appeared, from signs on how to spot one to how to get rid of one, but it was all too much. you had fallen asleep thinking about how you had spent the last months of your life going out with a supernatural being.

your phone lights up yet again making you groan against your pillow, can’t they take the hint?, taking the device from your nightstand, jisung’s name appears on the screen mocking you, with a defeated sigh you slide your finger, answering the call.

“oh thank god y/n”, jisung voices so loudly you have to move the phone away from your ear, “what do you want, jisung?”, you hope you don’t sound as tired as you feel but by the way he shifts on the side tells you otherwise, “listen, i know this is all probably too much and it most be hard for you but could you please, please, come over and talk to hyunjin?”, you sit up straight ready to reject the request, “i don’t think that’s a good idea”, jisung most have moved from the room he was cause the background goes quiet before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper, “hyunjin is not doing well, y/n, please just come by”, you let out a defeated sigh, your heart squeezing, in all of this, you hadn’t thought once about how he most be feeling, “ok”, the call finishes and you let yourself fall back on the bed, kicking your legs till there was no more energy.

the ride to his shared apartment with seungmin feels shorter than normally and soon you fidn yourself sitting on your car trying to gain the confidence to walk inside, “it’s ok y/n, it’s just hyunjin, you know hyunjin, he would never hurt you”, at least not the human version, taking in a deep breath you get out of the car and make your way to the apartment.

before you could knock the door opens reveling a messy jisung who lets you in immediately, seungmin’s sitting on the dinningroom a bunch of books and papers scattered everywhere, lifting his head from the one he’s reading to give you a soft smile and a wave before going back to his studies.

“thank you for coming, y/n”, jisung speaks lowly, you nod in response, all your energy concentrated in trying not to freak out, “hyunjin’s in his room, you know the way”, without another word, he goes back to the sofa, game controller in his hand.

you breath in three times before knocking on his door, when you receive no answer you decide to walk in.

the lights are all off and the curtain is down, not even letting the sunlight in, giving the room a chilling look, the only movement comes from the bed, where hyunjin is laying, under all the sheets you supposed, “hyunjin?”, your voice is barely audible but you can tell he heard you when his black hair peaks from under the montain of comforters, his eyes are cloudy, cheeks swollen and lips chapped, you can tell he’s lost some weight.

he’s looking at you like he’s just seen a ghost, clearing your throat you take a step closer to him calling his name again, for a moment, it’s like he’s back to normal, shooting out from the bed to get closer to you in a quick move, a hurt expression growing on his face when you back away just as fast, your back hitting the door.

he whines watching you with begging eyes and you have to gather all the strenght you have to not run away in that moment. with a defeated sigh he falls back on the bed, head lowered and you can physically feel your heart breaking.

yes, maybe hyunjin is half wolf, and yes, maybe he has been lying to you since you met, but you can understand, he didn’t want to end up in the situation you’re in now and you love him, at the end of the day it’s still just hyunjin.

you take a sit next to him with a sigh, your body tensed being so close to him, “i’m sorry...”, his voice is barely audible, his eyes filled with tears, he looks like a kicked puppy and you can’t help the impossible strong feeling pushing your heart to comfort him.

you nod, a small smile on your lips, “i know”, your hand cups his face strocking his cheek with your thumb. hyunjin closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you hear the soft purr that comes from him, his lips trembling, “...please don’t leave”, his hands hold onto your forearms and when you nod again, he takes it as an invitation and pulls you with him to lay on the bed, your hands changing positions, yours supporting your weight and his cupping your cheeks, holding his breath, hyunjin pulls your lips on his, giving you a slow kiss, pouring in it all the love he has for you.

you kiss all over his face and you feel the smile forming in it, hyunjin finally feels a weight lift off his shoulders and you rest your head on his chest, his hands holding you tight by your waist.

iv.

you wake up to the sound of hyunjin’s snors and specially loud purrs when you brush his hair. the sun is long gone and the house is completely silent, the clock on the nightstand marks 5am which means you’ve been sleeping for quite a while.

lifting yourself with your elbows you leave small kisses on his neck and you can hear the satisfied sigh he releases, “morning”, his voice is laced with sleep but his actions aren’t. the long days you spent apart making him desperate to touch, more than he ever felt before, maybe it has to do with the fact you accepted him as your soulmate now that you know everything.

“jisung said you have been reading a lot about werewolfs”, his hands sneak under your shirt as he leans down to kiss you, “kind of”, you let him do as he pleases, his hands roaming all over your body, “so you know... that we...”

“are destined to be together for the rest of our lives?”, the statement making him blush, “is that ok with you?”, you place a short kiss on his forehead, “i love you and that’s all that matters”, he breaks into a wide smile, taking his hands out of your shirt to change positions.

getting on top of you hyunjin gets rid of his own shirt and puts his lips back on yours. you let your fingers trace the soft skin of his chest and back before tangling them on his hair pushing him harder against you.

“y/n...”, he says between kisses, “i love you”

without another word he makes his way down your body. getting rid of his pants and yours, leaving you both in your underwear. his hands roam your body the sensation of being skin to skin making you tingle and you lock your legs around his hips.

you let his lips mark you body, from your neck to your chest, taking special time with your boobs, “hmm, hyunjin”, your moan and the way you grind against his hard member making him growl, a deep one that only send shivers down to you heat, “please”, you don’t miss the smirk on his face when he pulls apart to take your underwear off, “you smell so good”, he moans, his hands separating your legs so he could dive in, his tongue tracing your heat, putting special pressure to your clit, making your legs shiver.

“hyunjin”, you whine again, pulling him from his hair so he can kiss you, “i want you”, he laughs and his eyes shine a soft gold when he looks back at you, taking off his underwear he positions himself on your entrance, “tell me if it hurts, ok?”, you nod, your finger digging in the skin of his arms when you feel the pressure.

you try not to show the pain, which you figure doesn’t work when he starts kissing all over your face, “it’ll feel better”, he promised, his hips moving at a steady pace, the sound of your skins hitting and your quiet moans filling the room. the sensation is not what you expected but better, your whole body feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s touching you.

a strange knot starts forming in your lower abdomen, making it harder to breathe, your eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation, “hyunjin”, you whimper, your hips rising to meet his in a desperate try to reach your release.

you can tell he’s just as close as you with his face hiding in the crook of your neck, you can feel his canines gracing your sensitive skin and another whimper falls through your lips when his hand reaches for your clit, drawing slow circular motiongs before you finally feel the knot come undone.

hyunjin fastens his pace riding you of your orgasm and looking for his own release that doesn’t take long to come, he let’s go inside of you with a deep growl, his hands pressing the skin of your waist till his body goes limp, letting his weight rest on you humming in satisfaction.

“are you ok?”, his plump lips move against your skin, you nod, “i love you, y/n”, his arms locking you in place, “i love you too jinnie”, you stay like that, enjoying the calmness of the early morning as the sun starts peaking through the curtains, you’re almost completely asleep when hyunjin’s stomach growls, “someone’s hungry”, you giggle, “seungmin’s making breakfast”, he announces, “so early?”

he moves from you stretching his limbs and walking to the closet to grab a fit for him and one for you. making your way to the kitchen you find seungmin infront of the stove cooking what looks like eggs, “morning”, you find a seat in at the kitchen table as you watch hyunjin look for two plates, “morning”, he scoffs not even sparing you guys a look, “you ok min?”, hyunjin chuckles at his best friend’s grumpiness.

“sure”, he says putting a spoon of eggs on your plate rather aggressively, “i love waking up at 5am on a sunday”, another spoon of eggs on hyunjin’s plate, “just to hear the two of you fuck”, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks, the same expression on hyunjin’s face, “sorry”, you both mumble before digging into seungmin’s always perfectly cooked eggs.

m.list

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i’m thinking of turning this werewolf aus into a whole universe, like make all the stories happen in the same world, is that something any of you would be interested in? let me know uf you are.

[bemybestoy]

Genesis of me

Genesis: becoming me! Hello bitches and kink lovers,This blog shall be an open letter to guide and smooth out  our relationship as I am sick and tired of how a dominatrix and a sub's role are misunderstood. Let me introduce myself, I am Krisztina, a pro domme, in my 30's and I am embracing this role for around 8 years. Meaning I am highly experienced and I tried it all, expect the practices that reach out my limit. Such as permanent damage, I would never put the life and health of a slave of mine in jeopardy not thru my instructions or even just widness(you cannot even imagine thru years how many times I was asked if we can perform a c2c castration  precedure, stabbing with knifes or swords for any amount I can posibly think of asking. I repeate it was about c2c so not bulshit as I would watch all along). When I refused such life threatning session I was offered same only to watch, not to instruct. Answer is still NO everytime. BDSM is not abuse, it is not guided endangerment, it must be sane, sane, consensual and have very clear boundaries of safety. To rewind i started to explore this world in my early 20s ofc and suprise , suprise in real life. Even if i am mostly an online fetish chathost and online domme, I did not know such sections of BDSM exist in camming world, till after a few years i have done dominance in real life. Let me explain! So I had a mid managemnt job after my university in a multinational company, which was and still is top 3 globally in its field and shall always be. There is not even a child all across this world that does not know what company is about when hearing it's name (do not be cretin enough to ask me the name, I will tell NO to your face. Or ask you what info you wish next home adress, Id identification number, blood group or home keys along with an open window in case you do not manage to use the keys:)) ). So i was there around 1 years and half and had a long distance relationship with often travelling . We all know those never lastunless one of the two moves abroad. So I hapilly informed my family and work collegues I wish to move to a different country to move in with my bf/ soon to be fiancee. The question in everyone's head right now was you bf your was Ds relationship? the honest answer is hell no! my bf was alike me a real alpha, one of the strongest man psysical and mental both and definetly would not take attitude from no woman (not even the love of his life, unless he was dick and she was right. To understand you need to picture a man at height 1,95 cm and around 100 kilos all fibers and muscles as he had been a kickboxer and when i met him a trainer for kickboxers at European level. A true montain of a man who yet never felt his manhood threaten if he discussed his feeling with me, his desires, his sensibilities, things i would do or say to hurt his feeling even involuntary a I was busy all the time and moving fast etc). So not only that he was not the submissive type, but even if we were in harmony from time to time he would give me 'attitude'. Now even if I am pleased and happy, even if I amm not the nagging type, no matter who you are and how much I love you, if you cross me I will whoop your ass. After a fe episodes, as chasing him thru the apartment every room with the moop tail pointed a him to kick his ass until he ran out, threating to stab his hand with a fork when he tried to touch my steak after leavig him without one as he made clearly to me he was not a pussy to carry grocery bagsand hence to help and many as suchhe decided I should meet one of his best friend from high school, a lady leaving in a city close. He said we would get along perfectly and the lady and I would get along perfectly. Who would knew I was in for such a big suprise.....(cheshire cat as i recall and type). So I did not know much about her ad what she does for a living when we were instruduced. We had  lovely conversation, then she invited me some day when i am off work to visit her house, met her husband also and spend some more lady time together(I was a manager in one of my bf business a gran coffee shop/ bar it was quite big and had 2 floors one was coffe shop and bar all white with blue lighting surrounding th wide bar and lower floor  couches and tables and ring dance for party rentals such as festivity, anniversieries etc. I done so many things in there: not only i would cash in all the money that being my main, but i would help the other emplyees by making cocktails- I made a course for that- , even cleaning or washing glasses, once out there i was the only personal managing or website, of course PR as even t planning as I was the one who organised every detail of our rental and someone even DJ, a lower floor had DJ booth with pro equipment which i manage to completely fuck up as I had no idea what I was doing and the booked DJ announced last minute he was so coming so my bf said as i am the most modern and tech savvy to give a try to see if i can work it. not only I was not able , but i fucked it up so bad we had to call a tehnician to fix it and he taught me basically how to use it on a minimal level to work it for the party which turned out great. Still cracks me out when i think of my face when i was sure i fucked it up lol. it was a dexter labority moment and his blonde sister deedee: i was like many if i press this and that i will fix it )  I was like well i cannot make it worse :))) Then I decided I need some female eergy without the 'guys' going everyday at my bf gym to do my box training, my krav maga and I gave a call to this lady ask her if I can indeed visit and when It is appropriate to come and suits her schedule.My employees and bf replacing me could manage a day without and i needed a getaway. She invited me in couple or days, my bf drove me to her house and then left to actually replace me. we had an amazing luncheon, laughed, make jokes, just getting to know each other mostly me and her, but also her husband. Then she informed me she had some work to do soon but i can wait with her husband. Unlike I want to come with her. I was like ok I want to come, ut i am not sure whether i disturb you and invite me just to be polite or if it is really ok. i mean i got the best manners you could witnes both on and out of my job. She said she would actually like to share what she does with me as she likes me and she is quite sure having such a strong and open personality  would not make me freak out. I was within my mind ' what should i freak out about?!'. but still acted al casual as i liked her myslf, it only made me very curious. I have a feline personality so curiosity is in my nature, though it is pure and observatory, not the gossip, lame and weak as usual women are. So..... she said she will be busy with work for around 2 hours and if i wanted to stay aside as she cannot pay attention to me. i was like ok... She then invited me at the basement where she said she would met at her 'office' a person whom she expects, as her work space has direct access from garage. Then we would both go downstairs. Well probably telling all cluess made you suspect or realise it was a full dungeon downstairs. a pro dungeon.you should have seen my face when i noticedall the tools, device,suspension systems and the rest of the toys. She looked at me patient and confident, without a care in her mind that i might judge or something.... let me soak it all in... then she asked: You still want to stay or do you want to go upstairs with my husband to keep him company thru soccer game was on tv? " . She was so calm as if she shown me a bush of pants in her garder:)) Then my first outspoken reaction to her it was one of a morron: my first words after what i have seen, my first question asked was if her husband knew about all these(as they do not share a house for more then 10 years). She said yes, but he does not interfer with her work, comes down sometimes, but participates rare and very dismissive toward whom she works with. So I gotten more curious. I obviously suspected what will happen soon, but never withness something alike.Well I done so many sessions and you remember even if having a perfect memory the big lines of the majority. The first one I had only as a peeper I remember in smallest little details. Bitch parked and had a hoody on. he knoecked and when was invited, he went down on his knees down on all stairs. He looked like a maggot or miriapod with his head down to do not cascade over stairs as he was not standing. She then informed her she had a guest which will attend, but will not participate. Not giving a fuck of his reaction. I;ve seen chain suspection bondage, over all punishment and esp cbt along with huge strapon penetration. Shge is quite tall1.80 and she really was at perfect level as he bitch even if him hanging from the ceiling without touch the floor or be close to it even. i was amazed and intrigued. So as soon everything was done and he left ofc i asked so many questions. She answered all with patience even if i must have been annoying like a child and not  take the time to put together the smarters questions. After i while I was blablabla in a hyper manner about what she does as a professional domina I was like wait! does my bf know about this? She smilled and said ofc. He sometimes rarely when visiting me participates even as a master helping mewith pain or bootlicking or stuff. He joins more then my husbnd who when bored and coming down to see when i finish at most lets his shoes licked by my slaves then goes upstairs. I found all these fascinaint and so alternative so ofc I wanted to see more.So often I would visit her as watch her sessions with her slaves. After several mouth a slave of hers made her after session a big financial tribute offer that i participate too and i can second her domining. She asked me if it is something I consider. I did want it, but felt like I would be clueless as per what to do. Even if you watch many times that does not mean you feel suddly like you can replicate that certainty in action. She said not to worry as bitch knows it is my first time and this and following her lead is exactly what it is excites him. So i mus not overthink, just try to have some fun. And damn! It was so much fun! the hormones, the excitment, the laughter from humiliation talk, the driven crazy look on the bitches' face, the overall experience. it was like wow! it is hard to paint it in words, with all lexicon richness or ability to play with words. it is pure extasy! :D:DAfter he felt she made sure he had a chit chat with a glass of wine, making sure i am good with all, she said how great i was as she does not like other lady dommes in general. What was the goodbye part when my bf arrved to pick me up in car she actually did give me my own tribute. how much money! like lots! Then she invited me often to participate in the session in which slave got excited about 2 lady dommes. I accepted that one per week as i was busy with my own line of work. I had so much fun more then a year. Seen lots, done lots.Then a night I was speaking to him in our bed, holding hands, after2-3 rounds of sex and many orgasms. My realtionships are very intimate and I always go for an open man, who is super smart so besides sex and comfy routine I would have a late night conversation till 4-5 am even if we had to bed up and work in couple hours. there is just something that it is most meaninful ina relationship, to communicate ina deep way and to enjoy it lots both of you. and get into each other soul, emotions and deepest needs.So I did ask him : what made you think she would like me and would like her? what made you believe i would enjoy all these as you know we do not do anything as such? He then said he met thru his life many type of women: brainy, prude, whores, dommes, swingerseven submissive lil fmale toys. And he said a true dominant is never made into one. Ofc you can be good if you copy and get exposured to it or at least satisfactory to a slave. But the best dominant are born, not made. It is in their nature and personalities. They give out clues all the time, no matter the random they do.It made me wonder lots. After a couple moment of silence with my head on his chest, lips against his neck and hand holded all thru our talk, just enjoying the thinking of each, the meaninful silence, i asked if he does not feel bothered about that facti enjoy myself playing with slaves when not only he do not do anything alike, but he is not playing with others either. I mean it is a vast emoions i fell which exclude him fully. he said ofc not, as our love life is something i need more then my alternative fun, thta he knows i can live without that experience, but i would be heartbroken if i was without us (you need to understand jealousy cannot be an issue here. Real pro dommes in dungeon do facesitting all dressed up thru latex or leather and it has got a suffocating breath control purpose. i will explain you why: first of all a n evelated domme cares about personal hygiene and she know there are many scat lovers visiting dommes. so to have one licking your pussy it is not quite sanitary. also ass worship is done thru leggings. the most expensive, best dommes will never allow a slave licking. that is just some vanilla crap made up buy hookers selling sex and bdsm aswell. a well respected professional odoes not indulge in that. I am not saing to use a slave for self sexual satisfaction makes you a bad, poorly skilled mistress. But you do that as a lifestyle domme.Meaning you have a domestic relatinship with your slave who is your life patner. Never in a pro dungeon relationship oral for a slave would be allowed or accepted). Drinking champagne straight from mistress soource yes, but without wiping after. You may have it fromshort distance her controlling her debit makeing her slave do not miss anything unless they agree before on a facial champagne game. But when you go to a pro domme you cannot expect her to enjoy licking pussy and ass. Not to mention licks or even nudity just because it arrouses you. so my bf knew my sex life involved only him, in vanilla terms we all know.And he was ok with my alternative fun. We were even if a modern couple a very faithful one. So our orgasms were only and strictly dedicated to one another, exclusively.He wasgreat in bed so i would have every single day more then ten orgams within couple of hours(we had wakeup sex, luch break sex and couple turns before bed, many squirty orgams, clit or vaginal without squirt). The most sexual gesture i seenin the pro domme who introduced me to this world is just around 3 times within one year to milk cock with latex gloves, but with ruin orgasm. she took hand of when she felt he would come load was shoot without touching he would lick after she pull gloved off and glove was washed after. More often she would make the bitch wank himself while she instructs him closeby. her husband accepted her line as he accepted and love everything about her, but he was like my ex fiancee: hear pussy, ass, breast, orgams, real sexual intimacy are for your pratner. Not for everyone. That is a hooker thing to do. To gave all that just just random everyones. One after the other.That is not what a real dmme is made off. Her strenght and charm comes out because he in full intimacy is hard to get if not impossible. And by all means a slave shoould be use till u reach full sexual satisfaction. But only for your chosen one or ones. I fyou are a lifestyle domme and have a slave as life partner or few slaves as toys as open relationship is ok. But you cannot expect same from a real pro domme! That is something builtand leveled up!PS Hmmm now to breath a lil as I poured everything  so fast. deep inhales and exhales. light a cigg after and build this disclaimer. my spelling is awful as you know me i type like a motherfucker in full speed. Ignore all errors and consider the essence of my phrases. I do not believe in going back to spellcheck unless you publich a book or something editorial. I did that during university in an non paid internship, both as corrector and publisher. But it was a publication spread and shippd on a national evel. And in both roles i learned that the first message and thought till publishing as you go back several times are worlds apart. So much changes. And since I do not publish something wanting to be of intellectual value I wish a very spontaneous, fast writing. It is the most sincere, no filters and even if shifting thoughts without a bridge causing some lack of coherency now and then it is more powerful as the first reactions are.  So yes a blog! why a blog? i do not do social media. it is lame, tacky and became brainless. i miss books or blogs at least. and i do not like at all media unless i do exposure over it from bitches craving for begging and tribute me for it. These reasons and that I cannot stand screens after 8-10 hours of online being available to sessions. I like to look in eyes of someone I talk to and they looking back at me. Instead of both or all dinner participants looking non stop at phone while we pretend to be together. Meanwhile no one is present as they focused on media and other stuffs over their phone .That is not only lame and un natural  , but also impolite. Themost important ask from people around me is manners first of all. One lack of manners become my refusal to have this creature close to me even silent, simply unacceptable.  In addition, if i must have my eyes after work on something i prefer a good movie or a book. Actual human contact is important to me as little as we have it nowadays with global situation. so NO, unless i will have video call activated which i will seldom have I do NOT exist until i am online the next day I feel the need to have people at my feet :) I am literary out of this world. I do not exist for anyone online. And enjoy it every minute !

[chibiyuuto]

Why CLAMP is named CLAMP?

That one comes up very often but only recently I found out the most complete answer/reason behind.

There are many variations such as CLAMP being a misinterpretation of “clump”, which roughly means “a pile of potatoes”, according to old English-Japanese dictionaries, which could explain the nature of CLAMP’s early doujinshi works that used to be many works from various artists (they were 12+ at the time), all “clumped” together.

It also explains why the president of the “CLAMP Campus” is Nokoru Imonoyamaand his family funded the school. “Imonoyama” (or, if you break apart: imo no yama) means “a pile of potatoes” (”imo” means potato in Japanese and “yama” means montain/pile).

However, there is a more practical explanation that was revealed recently in the talk between CLAMP’s Nanase Ohkawa and manga artist Kouga Yun that was published in a special release in celebration of Kouga Yun’s 30th Anniversary as professional manga artist:

——I have heard that the origin of the name “CLAMP” is related to Kouga

Ohkawa: It is (laughs). Kouga was supposed to have two spaces at Dream Comic but whether that became one space or she had one space and we needed to increase it to two… I don’t quite remember which, but anyway, it was a bad idea to leave Kouga’s group without another empty table next to them, they would not be able to handle the people. We called ourselves CLAMP to guarantee Kouga an adjacent space at that event. At the time, Kouga’s group was called “CLUB/Y,” so we needed a name that started with “CL” to come before them on the pamphlet, so one of my friends who was there looked it up in a dictionary and gave us the name “CLAMP.”

Kouga: Tables used to be arranged in alphabetical order.

Ohkawa: That they were. They weren’t separated by genre or popularity, so we did it in order to free up a space next to “CLUB/Y.”

Kouga: With “CLA” (laughs).

Ohkawa: It had to be a name that started with anything from “CLA” to “CLU” so we were pretty strict (laughs). So, maybe they thought we wouldn’t publish books; taking the space was our goal. Which genre were you working in then?

Kouga: Just before “Yajou teikoku” it might have been Captain Tsubasa.

At that time, Ohkawa used to work as a staff member of Dream Comicfair.

So, as stated, before the meaning itself, there was a practical reason: they needed to come up with a name that ranged from “CLA” to “CLU” and “CLAMP” was chosen. After that, I think they started to dig deeper into the meaning and explore its possibilities, but the meaning wasn’t the first thing they thought about.

It is also worth mentioning that Ohkawa herself already stated in previous interviews that the name “CLAMP” was not chosen by any of the current 4 members. It was probably a former member or somebody close to them at the time, as stated above by Ohkawa.

Hope this helps!

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[adecila]

They're making cersei very very humane in this.🙄🙄🙄🙄

Oh apparently euron is not dead yet. Jaime looks about to die. They fight some more fuk I am over this.

Euron dies and whispers to jaime "Another king for you" "but i got you. I am the man who killed jaime Lannister."

Hound and Arya in the court with the painted table. Hound wants to get out of there. Arya doesn't listen. The Hound is like a dad. Arya looks conflicted for once. Then calls after Sandor "thank you"

The main keep starts collapsing and the montain shields cersei and qyburn

But the hound somehow appears

We get Cleganebowl even if cersei asks him to stay by her side. The mountain kills qyburn because he wanted to stop him.

Lmao sandor just let cersei pass what a fucking joke.

CLEGANEBOWL

[sunlightbi]

SHE’S AN ANGEL !!!!!!!!!!!!! *RIPS THE HAIR OUT* ONLY ANGEEEEL !!!!!! *KICKS OVER THE TABLE* SHE’S AN ANGEEEEEEL !!!!!! *CLIMBS ON THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN* MY MY MY MY ONLY ANGEL !!!!!! *SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF LUNGS WHILE HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN* AAAAAAHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *JUMPS FROM THE MONTAIN AND ROCKS ALL THE WAY DOWN*

[fakesurprise]

Below The World

Ab urbe condita, the old words scrawled deep into the walls. ‘From the founding of the city’. Scholars take it to mean Rome, but no city is ever one thing. They said all roads led to Rome, but this is where they ended. The roads below, the paths that follow the rivers. The ancient routes through which once the blood of the earth flowed. The montains belched fire, and the ancients had no word for that.

“They had mons ignifer – fire-bearing mountain –,” I whisper to the darkness.

“Mons flammas eructans – mountain belching fire –,” the other voices reply.

It is a ritual as old as the caverns. The names half-true, their understanding the wisdom that there is so much to understand.

The man makes a sound behind his gag.

“Prester. Where did you get the sacrifice from?”

“Work,” I say. “A tourist who will not be rude again. A bad apple that will no longer spoil this world.”

There are murmurs from the others, but no one protests. We try and take those will not be missed. But sometimes there are other choices. Sometimes even power held in secret must move in the wider world. I raise the blade, whisper words older even than Latin. There is a silence that listens. The crooked god smiles at us in the darkness.

And then the smile is gone. There are gasps from the other sid in the cavern. We all feel the god’s benediction vanish like a cold wind.

“Excuse me? I’m looking for Latin and – uhm! I think this might not be a good adventure to have?”

I turn. There is a boy of eleven in the cavern. It is Emilio who acts. Always Emilio. Two gunshots ring through the darkness. Sometimes that calls the god back, returns the warmth. Nothing.

The boy walks forward. He is holding two bullets in his right hand. “You tried to shoot me?! We’ve not even met, and that’s pretty rude!”

Emilio fires two more shots. The boy somehow isn’t there, and then in front of Emilio. Emilio, who of us all does deeds in the day that are as dark as those he does in the darkness. Emilio, who falls to his knees weeping. The boy turns to the rest of us. He looks unharmed, and hurt, and there is nothing of our god in him.

“What are you?” I demand. I brought the sacrifice; it falls to me to speak.

“I’m Jay. And you are –.” He pauses. He speaks my name, the one only everyone else here knows, his Latin flawless. “You have another, but that is your real one I think. And you were going to do some mean bindings here.”

The chains and ropes holding down the American tourist fall off of him. He doesn’t get off the old table. He does not run, as terrified of this Jay as the rest of us are. It is a small comfort.

“Emilio. What did you do?” I demand.

“I asked him to be jaysome,” and distantly I hear a cry of pain from the crooked god.

The boy turns to the sound, and then to me. He lets out a huge sigh. “And you aren’t jaysome at all. Killing people –.”

“The sacrifices protect the city from the fire,” I snarl.

The boy laughs. The sound is surprised more than anything else. “There is old blood here, Hagan of the fire. They built a Colosseum above to contain it long ago, and you and yours worshipped it. Turned the dead and the dying into something else. But sacrifice? If sacrifice could save from fire, no one would ever burn again. If sacrifice worked, you would not have to act in secret. I’m only eleven, and I know this really well so I bet you do to. Even if humans are really good at not knowing things they know.”

I raise the knife and speak a word not meant for human tongues.

The boy doesn’t move. “I am tough like a Jay, so cutting me won’t work you know. Man. I totally tried to be all like Honcho and it didn’t work and being jaysome will destroy your god-thing so badly you’ll just keep trying to bring it back so that means I have to be like Charlie!”

“Pulvis et umbra sumus,” I intone.

“We are dust and shadow,” the others reply. Voices shaking, but they hear me.

I raise my voice: “Tempus edax rerum,” I scream. Time is the devourer of things, and the others don’t have time to speak those words. Black fire burns the room. Jay just stands in the middle of it, untouched.

“Time isn’t black fire,” he says, as if that – that! – should make sense in all of this. “But I guess this means I have to be Charlie!”

And despite the cheer in his voice, his face changes. Something cold and angry rises up, stares out at me. The others break and run. Civil servants. A retired engineer. Old Gaston with his lame leg. Even Emilio tries to stand and run.

“I was having an adventure looking for Latin, but instead I find people doing sacrifices and not being jaysome and this isn’t a proper adventure at all.”

Jay gestures. The gesture is terribly casual, and the crooked god is in the room with us. Old beyond telling, saving the city with death and sacrifice for longer than written records allow. “A god trying to cheat death,” Jay says. He does something, and I feel the god go. Somewhere beyond following or understanding. “I can’t eat gods like Charlie does, but I bound it a long way away and that’s sort of the same thing. Right. Charlie. Being scary. Sorry, I almost forgot to. It’s really hard to.”

“It’s all right.” It’s the American speaking, half against his will.

Jay grins. Nothing else is like that. I almost forget the crooked god, and then the grin is gone and Jay smiles a slow smile full of knowable power. “You will do no sacrifices here again. No one will,” he says, and his voice makes the words into a fact. Everything falls away. All we’ve done, the power of this place. The losses, the sacrifices, the gains: it’s all unmade under words by something that only looks to be human.

The others cry, and Jay tells them to run. They do, because it is not a request. And Jay turns, and looks at me. I do not know who this Charlie is. But I see the anger in his eyes, and I run as hard as I can away from it and everything I am.

His voice is a whisper I will never forget: “To get rid of bad apples is to become one. To hold down is to become a lower creature as well. You think you can serve the darkness and make light? You think the world is so simple that you can do that without being jaysome? You can’t,” and the last two words follow me as I run. In English and Latin both, ringing through the air.

I am almost not surprised to feel the ceiling begin to give way. The entire cavern falling apart. Not to bury Jay, but so terrified it can do nothing else but try and destroy the cause of the fear.

And Jay is waiting. When we emerge into the old tunnels, from the ones only the chosen were allowed to remember. Only there is no rage. No anger. Just the boy of eleven, with a worried look to his face.

“I think I did an oops,” he says, and everyone else looks – distracted. His gaze flicks to me. “I can totally get them to forget about the accident, but if you do they might try and bring their god back. And Charlie would have to stop that and she’s way scarier than a Jay can be! So you get to remember, and make sure no one does this. Okay?”

I nod. I am too terrified to think of what might happen if I don’t.

Jay vanishes between moments. I shudder all over, and lead everyone else up, make up lies for every question they have. Anything to make sure Jay never returns. Anything to never meet those that creature considers scary. I know I will never again go below the world, but I can’t turn back.

I think that, if I did, Jay’s Charlie would be there. And I would learn what a bad apple really was, how deep the rot within us goes and just what we had done.

I run. In the end I run, and know I will never stop.

[worldevoured]

KENNA RYS B. 9:12 DRAGON || COMPANION

STATISTICS

FULL NAME Kenna Rys

DATE OF BIRTH 9:12 Dragon.

PLACE OF BIRTH Stormholt.

RACE Human.

GENDER Cisgender woman.

PRONOUNS She/her/hers.

SEXUALITY Bisexual.

NATIONALITY Stormholter.

RELIGION Avvar.

POSITIVE TRAITS Brave, charismatic, confident, heroic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS Arrogant, high-handed, reactionary, stubborn.

PHOBIAS None.

MENTAL HEALTH PTSD, unrecognized and ignored.

AFFILIATION Stormholt monarchy, Inquisition.

TITLES Queen of Stormholt.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

CLASS Warrior.

SPECIALIZATION Champion.

WEAPON Kor Kitar / Golden Montain Fang.

COMPANION STATS

RECRUITED Kenna reaches out to the Inquisition first through a War Table mission, in which she offers her support with a force of about six hundred and fifty ( a hundred soldiers from each of the Five Kingdoms, and Aurelia, and fifty mages from the Blackspines ), on the condition that the Inquisition aid her as well. She can identify one of Corypheus’ lieutenants, the magister Azura Ducitora, whose attempt to conquer the Five Kingdoms was halted only by her alliance with Corypheus. If they can stop her, they can deal a blow to Corypheus — and protect the Five Kingdoms.

IN HUSHED WHISPERS Approves of alliance with mages, slightly disapproves of conscripting mages.

CHAMPIONS OF THE JUST Approves of alliance with Templars, slightly disapproves of of disbanding Templar order.

HERE LIES THE ABYSS Slightly disapproves of exiling Wardens.

WICKED EYES AND WICKED HEARTS Slightly disapproves of Celene ruling alone, slightly approves of Celene reunited with Briala, disapproves of Gaspard ruling alone, approves of Briala ruling through Gaspard.

WHAT PRIDE HAD WROUGHT Approves of the Inquisitor drinking from the Well.

JUDGMENTS AT SKYHOLD Approves of recruiting judgments.

JAWS OF HAKKON Approves of all help given to the Avvar.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY Marcellus Rys ( father, deceased ), Adriana Rys ( mother, deceased ).

WANTED SHIPS Kenna/Inquisitor, Kenna/Iron Bull, Kenna/Cassandra.

NOTES

ON KENNA’S WEAPONS Kenna uses either a Kor Kitar — a double-bladed staff gifted to her by the Monks of Rajkur at the completion of her training — or a Golden Mountain Fang — a glaive gifted to her by Annelyse Adair, after she helps liberate Aurelia. Both of these weapons are two-handed and are exclusive to Kenna.

ON KENNA’S CANON LOVE INTERESTS In-game, Kenna has six potential love interests ( five, if Tevan dies, and current in-game bugs require his death ). Though I’ll typically play her as unmarried, all of these love interests will factor into her backstory: Dominic Hunter as her best friend and right hand; Raydan Lykel as her close friend and spymaster; Annalyse Adair as her close friend and ally; Val Greaves as her close friend and one of her generals; Diavolos Nevrakis as her ally and potential friend. If she does arrive to the Inquisition married, she’s married to Raydan, and Dom and Val have remained in Stormholt as regents in her stead.

CROSSOVER INFORMATION

Codex: A brief overview of the Five Kingdoms as they fit into Dragon Age’s timeline. 

Codex: A very badly edited map; companion to the overview. In progress.

Codex: Azura Ducitora, antagonist, Tevinter magister. 

Quest: “Sleepers Waking at the Dawn.”

Quest: “The Hollows of her Footprints.”

Quest: “Let Chaos be Undone.”

War Table Operation: “An Overture of Friendship.”

War Table Operation: “A Message from Tevinter.”