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tailorvizsla · 2 years ago

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Title: Cin Vhetin Pairing: Armorer x Bo-Katan Kryze Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~3000 Warnings: Vaginal fingering, sorta public sexual activity, wlw, religious trauma Notes: Cin vhetin, from Mandoa.org, means "the erasing of a person's past when they become Mandalorian, and that they will only be judged by what they do from that point onwards", which is kind of what I think the producers are going for this season for Bo-Katan. I gave up religion a long time ago, so I can't tell you who is worthy of redemption/forgiveness. All I can offer is what I felt and knew during that time of my life with a smattering of smut.

Here, Bo-Katan finds comfort in musing on the meaning of cin vhetin and whether she has regained her soul after her rebirth in the mines of Mandalore. Impulsively, she seeks comfort with one of the few people she believes still see her as a Mandalorian warrior.

Light S4:E5/Ch 21 spoilers.

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The stairs sink into murky darkness. Vizsla heads down, each footstep steady, as if he has walked this path many times before. He offers no conversation as he leads her down the multitude of pathways. At long last, they come to a doorway. He leaves her there and shuffles away without another word. The sound of his heavy footsteps die away, leaving them alone in the small space.

Armorer is standing next to a dusty, cobweb covered forge. Bo-Katan stands at attention at the doorway, waiting for an order.

Armorer's gloved hands are spread across the lip of the workspace. It's a scene Bo-Katan has seen far too many times in her years - cold, empty forges and silence where there was once song. Sometimes she had come across groups of Mandalorians, lost and mourning, as they huddled around the cold hearth. Sometimes, like now, it was just the armorer who had survived, both no longer having a Tribe to serve. But most of the time, it was alone. Standing long after its attendants had fled or been killed. Like the Great Forge on Mandalore, it was the only thing that remained of the people who had once lived in its light.

Armorer's head is bowed, while the rest of her body is tense.

Bo-Katan wonders how many souls had been given and departed in this very room. Did Armorer remember them all? Or did time steal those names from her, the same way they had stolen hers?

"This was once the Forge of our covert. I have been to the Great Forge on Mandalore."

"I remember the Forge well," Bo-Katan responds quietly.

She remembers it at its greatest, abuzz with activity. She remembers the careful choreograph of a hundred armorers working together in perfect harmony. What she would not give to see it again as she had seen it as a young girl! Bo-Katan remembers some of the faces of the regular attendants, but not their names. Even more fleeting were the ones who only visited to pay tribute and to carry its flame back home. All Mandalorians were welcomed to take solace in its warmth and light. All were equal in its presence, no matter what their race, religion, or social status were. Together, they were beautiful and strong.

She had also seen the Great Forge at its quietest, buried in rubble and stripped of its beskar like the fallen warriors surrounding it. Every Mandalorian old enough to remember the Great Forge remembers when it fell, its walls breached and its armorers slaughtered. When the Great Forge stopped, it was as if her own heart stopped beating that day. Now, her heart calls out for a song that she will likely never hear again in her lifetime.

"It was large and ornate, and the air rang with the music of a hundred hammers," Armorer continues wistfully. "And here stood a simple one. Yet, they were both forges. They served the same purpose."

The Great Forge might have been the heart of Mandalore, but it was the smaller Forges that carried its song across the stars. Entire generations of warriors have gone marching far, far away from the living, taking the stories and memories of the Great Forge with them. These smaller Forges are all that remain of the mighty heart of Mandalore, fractured and scattered like grains of sand in the wind.

Armorer turns to her.

"Remove your helmet."

Bo-Katan stares at her in surprise. She's spent months with her helmet on, wondering if she'd ever feel sunlight on her face again, terrified she'd be alone again. And now - Armorer wants her to take it off?

"But - " she starts to say.

"Do you respect my station?" Armorer asks.

"I do," Bo-Katan says.

Who wouldn't respect their armorer?

"Remove your helmet," Armorer repeats, her tone shifting into something indescribable.

Obediently, Bo-Katan raises her hands and lifts her helmet off. She's sure she's a hot mess after combat, but the cool air feels delightful on her sweaty skin. As she gazes into the Armorer's black visor, she feels naked, as if her soul is being judged. She contemplates the sins of her past and wonders if she's even worthy of being judged by such a magnificent being.

"Our people have strayed from The Way, and it is not enough for a few to walk it. We must walk it together."

Together . If they come together, will they hear the song of the Great Forge again? She doesn't dare hope that she'll have a hand in bringing that back to their people.

"This is the way," Bo-Katan says automatically, uncertainly.

"We must walk The Way together. All Mandalorians."

"I understand," she says.

The uncertainty grows, yet she understands.

"I was taught that the mythosaur existed only in legends, and yet, you saw it. It is a sign that the next age is upon us. Mandalore must all come together. You have walked both worlds. You are the one who can unite us."

The uncertainty is stronger than before. Bo-Katan remembers hearing the stories as well. But she had not been worthy of wielding the Darksaber all those years ago when it was gifted to her. Her rash, impulsive, selfish behavior was what led Mandalore to its downfall. She betrayed her sister, her own flesh and blood, for selfish ambition and greed. She had lost her heart, soul, and faith the day the Great Forge went silent. For many years, she has gone through the motions, placing one foot in front of the other without regard to The Way, simply acting like a Mandalorian.

She hadn't intended on being reborn when she saved Din Djarin from drowning. In fact, reclaiming her soul as a Mandalorian had been the last thing on her mind. But now…the hope of becoming whole once more…it is almost more than she can bear.

She recognizes that her rebirth wipes away the sins of her past life, but to claim cin vhetin right now would be an insult to The Way, and to all those who died by her hand and her ineptitude. She has not earned her redemption. Far from it - it doesn't matter how deep the living waters go, or how quickly they flow - there is simply too much blood on her hands.

But for today and tomorrow, and the days that follow, she can try to bring some light back to Mandalore and the Mando'ade. They deserve so much better than living in fear, than being devoured one Tribe at a time by the maw of the Empire and its allies. They deserve the hope of hearing the song of the Great Forge one day.

In that moment, Bo-Katan resolves herself to act like a Mandalorian. To be the woman Armorer thinks she can be. To be like Armorer. Each time Bo-Katan looks at her, she knows the other woman walks each step deliberately, with the utmost reverence for The Way. The emptiness within grows - how could this magnificent warrior have any measure of faith in someone as broken as her?

Bo-Katan inhales and gnaws on her lower lip.

She doesn't want to deal with the state of her soul right now. It will lead to another discussion, and Armorer will probably tell her "this is The Way" in that infuriating tone to end the conversation when she's had enough. Bo-Katan knows she will probably stay up way too late thinking about it and lose another night of sleep. But…Armorer seems to know what to say, and when.

She knows when to give an order, and she knows when to let her subordinates figure things out . It's one of the things she admires most. She walks the path between leadership and spiritual healing brilliantly, in perfect harmony. She has found the balance between peace and war, confidence and humility.

Bo-Katan lifts a hand absently to cover her karta beskar. That knowledge brings fire to her heart once more. She hasn't felt like this in so many years. She feels alive.

Bo-Katan closes her eyes, inhaling, remembering the sheer thrill of the hunt.

The ease with which her comrades fought and moved together, two dozen Mandalorian hearts beating as one. She remembers seeing the blood dripping off her hammer. Watching the brutal efficiency in each calculated swing as she silenced her enemies. If asked, Bo-Katan would say she's familiar with the Armorer, or about as much as anyone of Tribe Nevarro could be with their leader. She's spent many nights listening to Armorer dispense advice and tell stories of their greatest warriors. She's sparred with the other woman, both physically and verbally.

Something has been simmering inside of her for weeks now, reaching closer and closer to bubbling over. Knowing that there is someone in this galaxy who has faith in her, who respects her, who considers her worthy …it's more than she can handle. And now, as Armorer shifts her weight from one foot to the other, she finds her eyes drawn to her backside.

Fuck.

The chances of her fucking this up are astronomical, but she can't help herself. She's too impulsive, too rash - her father's words echo harshly in her mind, but she pushes them away. For the first time in decades, she understands shereshoy, and she knows she cannot let this moment slip by. She'll regret it for the rest of her life, and that list is already far too long for one woman's lifespan.

Swallowing the knot of anxiety in her throat away, Bo-Katan puts her helmet down on an abandoned crate. Armorer lifts her head to look at her. She throws caution to the wind and advances aggressively. Armorer takes a half-step back and she continues to advance until their bodies are separated by a mere handspan. She reaches out with one hand, hovering just over Armorer's forearm, as she looks up at Armorer's visor imploringly.

She can hear Armorer's breathing through her modulator. Slowly, she lowers her hand. She can feel the hard muscles underneath through their gloves. She swallows and looks back up. Her fingers trail up her arm.

"Please," Bo-Katan whispers. "Touch me?"

Show me I am worthy of you.

Armorer does not hesitate, fanning the flames higher with each little touch. Bo-Katan can feel the sheer strength in her hands, so very carefully restrained. Her hands work greedily to move her leather apron up higher around her waist. Bo-Katan works one glove off and stuffs it into her pocket.

One hand guides her back against the Forge while she pushes her thigh between Armorer's legs. She gets her pants unbuttoned and starts to push them down around her thighs. Bo-Katan wriggles her fingers down. Bo-Katan is momentarily surprised by the scraps of lace cupping Armorer's vulva.

"Never took you for the type to wear lace, Armorer," Bo-Katan whispers against her shoulder.

"Sabriye," Armorer returns. "My name is Sabriye."

Bo-Katan gives her a questioning look. Armorer leans forward to press her helmet against her forehead.

"I think you ought to know my name, considering the intentions you appear to have toward my person," she says, her voice as infuriatingly calm as ever.

"Does anyone here else know your name?" Bo-Katan asks casually, her thumb brushing up against Sabriye's clit. She sighs with pleasure.

"No," Sabriye says. " Their advances were rejected."

"Mmm," Bo-Katan purrs into her audial. "Lucky me."

She's soaked. Bo-Katan spends a few moments stroking her before parting her folds, using her middle finger to tease her slit. Sabriye's fingers dig into Bo-Katan's shoulders as she squirms and pants. Bo-Katan closes her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as Sabriye writhes in her arms, like she hasn't been touched in years.

Bo-Katan strokes again before trapping her swollen clit between her fingers and squeezing lightly. Armorer's head falls back and she moans . Her hips buck up against her hand. Bo-Katan dares to peek up and sees the tiniest sliver of the forbidden. Wet heat jolts in her belly at the sight of Sabriye's skin.

Saliva pools in her mouth at the thought of biting her, tasting her. She makes up her mind. She can't stop herself. Bo-Katan finds Sabriye's entrance - soaked, clenching hungrily at the tips of her fingers as her hips undulate. Bo-Katan cups one hand around Armorer's waist, pinning her in place, to keep her from squirming too much.

Bo-Katan starts to sink two fingers into Sabriye's sweltering heat. At the same time, she leans in and bites down on Sabriye's exposed neck. A sharp cry of pleasure escapes her. It's the most beautiful thing Bo-Katan has heard in her life.

Bo-Katan closes her eyes and bites again, this time gentler, using her tongue to soothe away the discomfort her teeth have undoubtedly caused. Sabriye smells like something floral and gunpowder. She shivers as she pumps her fingers in and out slowly, relishing the way Sabriye's walls squeeze tight around her fingers.

Gods, she'd fucking kill to be back at the Covert right now. She could imagine just how gorgeous Sabriye would look, spread out on the bed. Knees parted, cunt slick and ready to be licked. Bo-Katan shivers in delight at the thought of being down on her knees in front of her.

"Your helmet," Bo-Katan whispers against her helmet, scissoring and twisting her fingers. "Lift it. Just an inch. I'll close my eyes. Promise."

For a moment, she's not sure if Sabriye had heard her, or if she'll even respond.

"Close your eyes," Sabriye says firmly. Bo-Katan obeys, and she hears the hiss of her helmet lifting up.

Bo-Katan leans in and presses her lips to hers, her hand rising from her hip to cup the back of her head. She devours the other woman, smothering her little moans with her mouth. She tastes so good, like peppermint and something vaguely spicy. It's intoxicating. Bo-Katan dares to slide a third finger into Sabriye and she earns herself another choked cry. Fuck . Bo-Katan's ready to cum and she hasn't even touched herself - she's just been standing here with her legs clenched together.

"I-I'm close," Sabriye slurs into her mouth.

Bo-Katan silences her next words with another kiss, grinding the heel of her hand into Sabriye's clit, maintaining her steady pace. With a choked inhalation, Sabriye peaks, coating Bo-Katan's palm in another gush of wetness. Her walls squeeze tightly around her fingers, almost painfully, as she shudders to completion around her. Bo-Katan presses little kisses to her lips until she stops clenching around her.

Bo-Katan buries her face into Sabriye's shoulder and slowly pulls her fingers out.

"Am I good to open my eyes?" she asks.

She hears a quiet hiss as Sabriye's helmet repressurizes.

"You may," she says.

Bo-Katan takes a moment to observe her fingers, wet and shiny with Sabriye's pleasure. She smirks at her lover and sucks her fingers clean. Then she wipes her hand on her pants and puts her glove back on. The next beat of silence is tense, though Bo-Katan can't tell if it's sexual tension or awkwardness.

"An alor should not be romantically involved with one of their own," she says at long last. She sounds uncertain. It stings, but Bo-Katan had figured it wouldn't be long term or permanent. She decides to crack a joke to lighten the mood.

"I just took my helmet off," Bo-Katan quips. "I'm technically not Mandalorian anymore, remember?"

Armorer gives her a long look. Bo-Katan feels like she said the wrong thing. Like usual.

Shit .

The moments tick by, and she starts to worry her lip with her teeth again.

"Mandalorians are like beskar," Sabriye says at long last. "We are a combination of iron and kyber. Iron can bend, yet once it reaches its limits, it deforms, and will always bear those scars. Kyber is hard, yet it will shatter with the lightest blow from a hammer. Only time can reform kyber."

Bo-Katan watches, unsure what she means.

"Together, iron and kyber become beskar," Sabriye continues. "It is more resilient, flexible, and stronger than its constituents." She turns back to the forge and places her palms on it once more, as if trying to will the flame back to life. "When we are born, or when our souls are given to us, our families pledge to guide us through life according to the Resol'nare until we are of age. These six acts are what makes us Mandalorian, nothing more and nothing less."

Oh.

"So, keeping ones' helmet on…"

" - is one of many rules that our Death Watch predecessors made up to ensure secrecy."

"To protect the organization and ensure anonymity in the field," Bo-Katan says bitterly.

How fitting. A former member of Death Watch turned Nite Owl and a Child of the Watch, standing together, musing on what it means to be Mandalorian. For so long, Bo-Katan has sneered down on those following the old ways, and yet, here she is now, practically on her knees for one of them. For the chance to live again. She's been wrong about so many things before in her life. She's been too proud to admit it. But now…here, in front of Sabriye, she understands what her pride has cost her and their people.

It hurts. So, so badly.

"Why would we pledge ourselves to something if we are simply going to look for a way out of our obligations?" Sabriye asks, and Bo-Katan finally understands. She puts her hand on Sabriye's. The other woman looks at her. She can feel Sabriye's exhaustion, but there is no part of her wavering under the burden she carries.

"The diversity of our people is what makes us strong," Bo-Katan finishes quietly. "You do not need to change your beliefs, and neither do I. We can still be strong together, even if we are as different as iron and kyber."

Sabriye nods.

"One step at a time, in perfect balance, as we walk that blade's edge," Bo-Katan says softly. "Together?"

Sabriye nods, and then she sighs. She sounds as if she is carrying the weight of the entire Tribe upon her shoulders. Bo-Katan will be proud if she can ease that burden, even slightly.

"Together," she says quietly. She looks up at her. "There is more than one way to walk The Path," Sabriye says. "And I was foolish to think otherwise."

Bo-Katan says nothing. Instead, she squeezes Sabriye's hand, a silent promise to support her decisions and follow her leadership. She carries her helmet under her arm as they exit the silent foundry. She gives the Forge one last lingering look. Maybe one day, in many years, another Mandalorian family will stumble upon this dusty old Forge, and they will know the song that it once sang.

Also, I used Bo throughout writing this because I didn't want to have to write it out each time. Then at the end, I went through and replaced all instances of "Bo" with "Bo-Katan", which inadvertently led to hilarious results. I've gone through twice and caught a few mistakes, but if there are any left over, please let me know. :)

#star wars #the mandalorian #the armorer x bo-katan kryze #the armorer x bo katan kryze #armorer x bo-katan #armorer x bo katan #niteforge #romance #wlw #spice #armorkatan #nitearmor #how many other names are there for this pairing #also i kinda have a thing for the idea that armorer is super girly under her armor???

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golden--goofball · 1 month ago

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oookayyyy

hey can y'all please stop straight up lying to cin??

this is an ask he got! i cut out his answer because it doesn't matter for this post. all you need to know is that he 100% believed everything in it. and now i'm gonna adress this silly little ask bit by bit!!

"they haven't stopped publicly talking about you"

this one needs some context (which these people are conveniently deathly allergic to apparently)

what they're referring to here is this post

now, please note that the "1 day ago" thing at the top is a bit outdated. this screenshot, to my knowledge, was taken on 11/24. meaning this was posted either on the 22nd or the 23rd depending on timezone stuff.

at this point in time, yes, what anon is saying here is true, i hadn't been talking about cin in public and didn't plan on doing so ever again.

now onto what that other anon said. that ask was more recent, and if you've seen my blog the last like…2 days??? yeah, i did start talking about him again. however, like i said earlier, our lovely little anon here is allergic to CONTEXT and thus some important shit is missing.

the extent of my talking about cin over the last couple of days was 1, count 'em ONE, reblog replying to a friend of mine bringing up NEW shit that he has been doing (new to me, at least), and one anon ask that was hardly even actually talking about him. moreso just the anon getting my friend confused with him and asking about if they were the same person, and me gently correcting them.

the way the anon phrased this makes it sound like i have BEEN talking about cin. i haven't. but of course they wouldn't tell him that.

"they stated they plan on making a video about you."

i can't even give this the same benefit of the doubt that i gave the last point. this is straight up just a fucking lie.

you know the drill, here's the context since anon here breaks out into hives when they so much as hear the words "proof", "evidence", and "showing screenshots to back up your claims"

this thread, to my knowledge, is what anon is talking about here.

dear reader, i beg of you. read through those screenshots and tell me, hell, SHOW ME, where in the ever-loving fuck, i stated i was making a video on cin. go ahead!

oh you can't? yeah that's probably because i never fucking did, dumbfuck.

my friend said some stuff he did, i replied, got some stuff wrong about alto's part in all this, and said that i would make a response video to alto. not cin. alto.

AND i've stated MULTIPLE TIMES i might not even make it.

might cin come up? well yeah, he is involved in the situation, but the video overall would be nothing but a response to alto. it isn't some giant expose on cin. trust me if i wanted to do that it would've been done already.

there is no way in hell that anon wasn't intentionally lying to cin here. i refuse to believe that anyone's reading comprehension can genuinely just be this bad. anyone above the age of 12, at least.

also clearly this is an asshole move on anon's part for a multitude of very obvious reasons, but can i just point out real quick that it's really fucked up to do something like this to cin?

listen, i dislike the guy as much as anyone else does, but lying to him like this is going to do nothing but give him unnecessary anxiety. and trust me, this kid's got enough going on already for y'all to be doing that shit to him.

also, could be wrong about this, but isn't it somewhere in the post that is PINNED TO THE TOP OF HIS BLOG that he suspects he has a PARANOIA DISORDER?????? seriously, why in the fuck would you lie to him about something like this. as much as i dislike him, he doesn't deserve that shit.

you people are probably triggering this guy something horrific, all because you worthless, lowlife little anonymous internet vultures want your petty tumblr drama fix. you people are fucking assholes.

and you call me the ableist.

also i'm not addressing the stupid "they're talking about you in private" thing because. who actually fucking cares. i have every right to do that, especially when he's posting about me publicly like 3 times a week.

i really have nothing else to say except for fuck you, anon. so. fuck you, anon. bye.

#cintagonisfuckedup #tw long post

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ultimatecutenesspeaks · 6 months ago

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Bunny I’m very glad to hear that ruki here let me heal up from you as soon bunny heals haruki knuckles up as haruki thanks him as soon faba comes and try to get away with the situation as he say he didn’t not help the team rainbow rocket up on they plans to get aether foundation technology bunny what exatcly what you have done asshole ! As bun get lusamine attention as he whispers everything faba has done to her ear bun that what he did

*Lusamine's eyes widen in shock before glaring at Faba as he goes to run towards the door while blurting out an apology, but Cin and Mizuki block the door and refuse to let him leave.*

Lusamine: Not so fast, Faba. Not only did you willingly allow the Aether Foundation to be commandeered for no other reason than your own career, but you assisted a multitude of vile people in almost endangering all of Alola and the people and Pokémon who live in it. Starting today, you will no longer continue your work for the Aether Foundation. Goodbye, Faba.

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obd2gatecom · 1 year ago

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makesometime · 4 years ago

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If you feel like doing another prompt, 21 for Sasha & Grizzop or 12 for zoscar please? 👉👈

(both? both. both is good)

21. holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall - Sasha & Grizzop

“Sash!”

Sasha turns, watching Grizzop stumble away from her and towards a wall that’s slightly taller than he is. He scrambles up, unsteady with booze and good humour, laughing to himself as his foot slips on the lack of purchase, before he manages to steady himself.

“What are you doing?” She calls, wandering over slowly and measured, because it’s the only way the world stops spinning.

“Look!” He calls, setting his feet perilously close to the edge of the wall and walking along it like one of those circus performers that they saw the other night. They’d looked so cool and she hadn’t been able to stop staring, even when Grizzop nudged her in the ribs and made fun of her for finding their competence hot.

Of course she’d found it hot that they were good at what they do.

It’s why they’re together, isn’t it?

“Look at me Sash.” Grizzop crows, eyes fixed steadily on his feet. “Look, I’m so fucking nimble.”

She laughs, the sound bubbling out of her more freely than it used to. It means that people look at her, but she doesn’t mind. Watching Grizzop is miles better than worrying about that.

“You really are. Who taught you?”

He grins at her. “The best person I know.”

Lovely though it is to hear, Grizzop looking at her is a mistake as his foot slips off the edge of the brick, sending his arms cartwheeling as he tries to regain his balance. Sasha darts forward, fast and worried, and catches his hand, helping him to straighten up.

Once he does, she doesn’t let go, holding his hand tight in hers and walking with him as he balances his way to the end of the wall and jumps down with a little flourish.

“Thanks.” He breathes, not letting her hand go.

“Anytime.” She replies, the truth of it settling heavy in her gut alongside the alcohol. “Anytime, yeah.”

12. possessive hand-holding - Zolf & WIlde

He hadn’t thought much of it when Oscar handed him the invitation. A party, some sort of high society ridiculousness that Oscar felt like it would be a good idea for them to attend.

It doesn’t much matter to Zolf one way or the other. Oscar doesn’t expect him to suddenly turn into a different person for the evening, if anything he enjoys the fact that Zolf doesn’t buy into any of the bullshit. And Zolf gets to see Oscar dressed to the nines, with the knowledge that he can bring him home after and ruin it.

As far as parties go, though, this one is awful.

The music is bad, the food is worse and the only saving grace is the booze. No one’s dancing, so Zolf makes do with getting progressively drunker as Oscar talks to people that even he admits not to know, once they’ve wandered away.

He excuses himself to go to the bathroom at one point, splashing cold water on his face to sober himself up just a bit. He doesn’t want to actively embarrass his partner. That’s not alright.

By the time he wanders back through to the party, Oscar isn’t alone.

A man, very handsome looking (he supposes), is standing entirely too close to Oscar to be appropriate. No one else would know from looking, but Oscar’s barely holding back his disgust, the smile that’s painted across his features entirely too wide and not reflected in his eyes.

He’s holding his glass of champagne with his left hand, his ring glinting happily, but the man seems entirely unconcerned, leering at Oscar like he’s a piece of meat.

No one’s allowed to do that but him.

He walks over, steady steps and resolute set of his shoulders, then reaches out to take hold of Oscar’s free hand and twines their fingers together tight.

“Alright.” He says to the man as a greeting. “Fancy backing up a bit? Nice to let people breathe, isn’t it?”

The man frowns, looking between Zolf and Oscar with confused blankness. Then his face splits into a broad, unpleasant smile. “Him? Oscar, really.”

“Yes, Robert, really.” Oscar smiles, serene and satisfied. “In every measure, he is a greater man than you.”

Oscar chuckles when Robert’s face turns dark and the man storms off, eventually looking down at him. With a quiet sigh Oscar leans in and kisses him, humming when he snarls into it a little.

“Are you going to let go of my hand?” Oscar asks, once he pulls back.

Zolf smiles. It’s not a nice smile, but Oscar doesn’t seem to mind. “No.”

“Alright love.” Oscar laughs, squeezing his hand tight. “Alright.”

#sashazop #sasha rackett #grizzop drik acht amsterdam #zoscar #zolf smith #rqg oscar wilde #minific #a-multitude-of-cin

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franzis-frantic-thoughts · 3 years ago

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RQG - Fandom

How are we feeling, folks? I’m fine, stop asking.

Tomorrow’s the day. We finish the Campaign.

I’ve only been part of this fandom for a few small weeks and already I cannot imagine my days without regular interactions with you over discord.

@mx-vin thank you so much for creating the CTL server. It has quickly become so much more to me than “just” a fandom discord.

@phenomenice thank you for putting so much work into the fandom and being such a fount of Rusty Quill knowledge and advise.

@the-line-is-erased thank you (to all mods) for organising these prompts and getting the fandom hyped up during the final week.

Thank you to everyone who’s ever interacted with me in anyway. You’ve beheld me live-blog, you’ve indulged my crazy theories, you’ve encouraged me to write.

Thank you to everyone who has ever written fic, made art, created cosplay, edited sound bites, assembled the wiki or contributed in another of the million ways that has made this fandom as amazing as it is. The following is a list of people who have created incredible works for for this fandom one way or another and is by no means supposed to be an exhaustive list. Thank you all.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things.

@areyouokaypanda, @evieebun125, @moofbat, @arianwells, @quicklyannoyedbread, @cuewulfir, @varyathevillain, @yamikakyuu, @thetasteofsunshineonyourtongue, @owleics, @raspberryhell, @crayonturtle, @nossorgs, @incorrect-rqg / @a-swarm-of-crabs, @different-felix, @doodlingwitch, @cyookie-likes-things, @saltqueer, @dawnwalker, @a-multitude-of-cin, @thechekhov, @hikariposts, @thatoneaceinthecorner, @cerulean-devil, @lenaellsi, @phoenixphire24, @srapsodia, @wordsandstrangeways, @stupidsexygrizzop, @celsidebottom, @suricata-passer, @mori-stuff, @apolloborealis

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqg fandom #fandom #fanart #fan art #fanfic #fan fic #you are all amazing and I love you all

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phenomenice · 4 years ago

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OK so I am LATE for the last day of Azu week sorry BUT @a-multitude-of-cin made a clip of Ben and Alex reading Patreon supporters in stereo, and it made me think about them giving advice, and anyway it spiraled to the mental image of them cheering Azu / Helen on in her decision to jump out of the carriage in 103. I ended up having to speed finish this when I realized I was late so ... might want to clean it up a bit later. But ... finished fast is more finished than not done!

Azu week was super fun!

[Image ID: Azu, a brown-skinned orc woman, has two tiny white men on her shoulders. Ben, on the left, is sitting and smiling. Alex on the right is whispering in Azu’s ear. Azu is wearing pink armour with a heart on the chest and holding her hand up to her mouth and a considering, wide-eyed look on her face.]

#azuweek2020 #azu #rusty quill gaming #ben meredith #alexander j newall #helen gould #I'm listening as I post this XD #my art

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salt-warrior · 4 years ago

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WHEN EARTH TURNS TO ASHES

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Chapter Fourteen: Dangers of Death

"Slow it down, right now, missy!" Iko yelled from behind Cinder, heels clicking loudly on the white linoleum tile. It wasn't as if Cinder were moving fast— she had tripped multiple times and a turtle could probably out-run her— but Iko's foot attire made her mobility rate even worse than Cinder's.

"I said that I didn't want to see you," Cinder hissed between her teeth, but slowed down all the same. Anger bubbled from within her chest. She was furious at Kai. She was enraged to see Cress, her tormentor and betrayer. But most of all, she was livid with herself for letting anyone get close to her. They didn't deserve the kind of consequences that came with simply existing near Cinder.

Iko came to an elegant stop beside Cinder, her breathing slightly heavy. "Oh please, everyone wants to see me." Iko grinned. "I'm gorgeous!"

Cinder let out a huff, but smiled all the same. No matter how much she hated Kai and Cress, there was no part of her that could ever hate Iko; she was too much like Peony. She spoke with a certain confidence in herself. She loved people, no matter the circumstances. She was good and kind and oh so boy-crazy. But most of all, she didn't care that Cinder was broken or haunted or different.

"So," Iko cut across Cinder's thoughts. "Where do you plan on going, seeing that everyone you want to kill is currently occupying your home."

This caused Cinder to pause. "I hadn't thought that far ahead,” she admitted. Her anger had gotten the better of her, and her only thoughts had been to get away from those who loved her before they all got hurt. No one was safe while Cress and Cinder were together. Not with Cress knowing Cinder's past and secrets. She wouldn't let anyone else die. "Maybe I'll go back to the hospital. They'll let me stay there, right?"

Cinder hated the idea of going back to the place of white fluorescence and sterile air. She didn't want to lay in a bed all day with nothing to keep her hands occupied. She longed for her own space without people monitoring her every move. But if it kept everyone safe, it was the only place she belonged.

Iko bit her lip, but nodded. The duo began to walk again, this time in silence as both their steps came at a more lethargic cadence. "I'm sure they would..." Iko looked into Cinder's face, her expression not that of a nurse, but of a friend who cared deeply for her counterpart's behalf. "But I think it would be better if you stayed with me," Iko said, nonchalant.

"Iko, I couldn't possibly. I could–"

"I wasn't asking, I was telling." Iko smirked, her nose quirked upwards. "I have a guest bedroom, and could really use some company. It's kind of lonely." Iko admitted. "Besides, it's nearly Christmas, and no one deserves to spend Christmas at a Hospital."

"You're gonna be at the Hospital, Iko." Cinder retorted, though with more affection than acerbity.

A laugh shot out of Iko, and it was like the sound of a classical piano: high, clear, and beautiful. "Yeah, but I only have an eight-hour shift, and then I get to come home to my cat. And you, too, I guess. Thank goodness you're not as hairy."

"You have a cat?" Cinder questioned, her mind trying and failing to imagine Iko with a cat.

"No, I'm allergic. But you thought I did." Iko teased. They were now on the first floor, stepping outside and into the cold winter air. Iko shivered in her glamorous, but rather revealing dress. It was only then that Cinder realized that she was still wearing Kai's gray-hoodie. His scent hit her in that moment, and she hated herself for loving the way it enveloped her.

Cinder hated the idea of putting Iko— a girl who could've been Peony's personality doppelgänger— in any sort of danger; but Cinder was terribly lonely. She had shut everyone one out for so long that she had nearly forgotten how it felt to have human companionship. Now that she had grown re-accustomed to it, the withdrawals were nearly too painful to bear.

"Are you sure it's okay if I stay with you?" Cinder asked nervously. Half of her wanted Iko to change her mind, but the other half, the one starving, wanted desperately for Iko to make true on her promise.

Iko hooked a warm arm around Cinder's neck, careful not to hurt her. "Absolutely."

***

"What do you mean you 'know why Selene left'?" Thorne blurted at the same moment Kai said: "How could it be your fault?"

Cress covered her face with her hands and let out a sob. Her soft curling locks of blonde hair cloaked her head like a halo. Her entire frame was shaking with grief, setting both boys into a panic.

Kai looked at Thorne, his eyes full with worry and terror. He was generally good at handling crying women, but he was clueless as how to help Cress; she appeared devastated. Thorne, on the other hand, looked confused. Both made a multitude of facial expressions, having their own silent argument while the small girl cried in enemy territory. Finally, Kai jerked his chin forcefully, indicating that he would not be touching the sobbing Cress. Thorne glared and rolled his eyes with resentment, but relented to move towards Cress.

Thorne placed a gentle hand on Cress' back, going for comforting, but only making her flinch. "Hey, hey, calm down," Thorne crooned, and Kai goggled at him. Thorne shrugged his shoulders as if to say: I don't know what else to do.

"You need to tell us what happened," Thorne whispered softly into Cress's ear. "Otherwise we can't help you or Cin– Selene."

Kai knew that Thorne had meant to be a calming influence, but he only seemed to be making Cress' crying worse. Cress sobbed pathetically, muttering words incoherently. Kai held both of his hands out in a question, and Thorne glared murderously at him.

"Cress," Kai tried. "We have to know what happened between you and Cinder. We can't help her if you won't tell us what you did."

At his words, Cress hiccuped, and her crying seemed to slow. She turned her face up to gaze at Kai with blood-shot eyes, still the color of crystal. Tears still traced down her cheeks, but a determined glint sparkled radiantly in her cobalt-blue eyes.

"Please," Thorne muttered. "Do it for Selene."

Cress exhaled slowly, her shoulders sagging as all the tension went out of her body. Thorne led her to the chair that sat at Cinder's desk, and Cress crumpled into is gratefully. Kai and Thorne remained standing in front of her, but Cress didn't seem to mind them towering over her.

"Do you want to know why Selene freaked out when she saw me tonight?" Cress croaked, placing her trembling hands across her stomach. Kai knew it was rhetorical, but nodded his head all the same, Thorne mirroring his action.

"We were... friends. Back in high school. Selene was always an outsider, but so was I," Cress said. Her voice was soft and vulnerable, and if the circumstances were different, Kai would have given her a hug and told her that she didn't need to talk about it. But she did. This was about Cinder, and for some reason, all other worries seemed to vanish from Kai's mind wherever Cinder was concerned.

"We became close, and we shared our secrets. She... she told me about her past. She told me about her mom. She told me everything, and asked me to help her to..." Cress bit down on her lip, the words seeming to cost her every ounce of courage. "She asked me to help her fight Her."

"I told her I would; and I did. I devoted all my time to researching how to make Her stop, but I just couldn't find anything. I– I tried so hard–" Cress's voice broke, and a guttural noise escaped her throat like an animal being run over. "But we didn't save Peony. We— I failed her."

Thorne looked at Kai with alarm, but Kai still didn't understand what was going on. Was someone after Cinder, or were things much darker than he could imagine?

"Selene told me what happened, that day that Peony died." Cress wrung her hands together, her red face pinched and full of pain. "I believed her. Until I found something— something that fit the tragedy completely, but made Selene, well, a liar." Cress glanced at the floor, unable to maintain eye-contact. Kai knew what Cress had been about to say about Cinder, but hated the idea of it. He could never believe Cinder a murderer, no matter how much all the facts pointed towards that cruel fate.

"But I got it all wrong. I told everyone that Selene had killed Peony, because I thought she had... had... had..." Cress lost it completely then, curling her entire body in on itself. She looked so pathetic, that even Kai couldn't stand questioning her any more.

"Hey there," Kai rushed forward at the same time as Thorne. Both of them knelt down in front of her, touching her shuddering form as if her were a fragile bird. "Cress, we're going to talk to Selene. We'll set things right once again."

"Yeah," Thorne chimed in. "She'll forgive you, I'm sure of it. If you tell her the truth, I'm sure she'll understand."

Cress moaned as if in agony. "That's not the problem!" She shrieked. "No, no, no, no! You don't understand!"

Kai retracted his hand in shock. "What don't we understand?"

"Aside from girls and this entire conversation?" Thorne mumbled just loud enough for Kai to hear. He chose to ignore him.

"I c-can't see Selene," Cress stuttered miserably. "I don't know what I was possibly thinking coming here. It's too dangerous."

"What's too dangerous, Cress?" Kai asked urgently. "Why can't you see Selene?"

Cress kept her face pressed between her palms for a moment before looking straight into Kai's eyes. Her entire demeanor was that of complete and utter agony. Her skin was sallow and pale, and her eyes held shear terror.

"Because if I do, someone could die. We could all die."

#when earth turns to ashes #wetta #a burning world #marissa meyer #tlc #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #selene blackburn #prince kai #emperor kai #carswell thorne #cress darnel #iko #channary blackburn #kaider fanfiction #tlc fanfiction #salt warrior stories

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betterthedevilyouknowuk · 6 years ago

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A Satanic Easter

The Satanic community has a multitude of opinions when it comes to Easter; some view it as an inconvenience, others see it as an excuse to eat chocolate. However, no matter our plans, they never involve celebrating Jesus. For this easter Sunday I decided to ask some of our members what they plan on doing, and their thoughts.

There was no shortage of gluttony amongst our members! After all, as our Co-Chapter Head Damien said, there is nothing like celebrating a ‘Christian’ holiday by indulging in gluttony.

“Easter is a time of gluttony for me. My favourite of the 7 sins” - Cato

"eat a mountain of chocolate and pass out" - Cin

"Christ died for your chins, so enjoy your chocolate!" - Lynsey

“IT’S A DAY TO GET FAT!!” - Beth

“I'm sunbathing, drinking Passion fruit Rekordalig and eating lush Lamb" - Dave

Some members see Easter as a pointless time of the year, and nothing more than an outdated practice which has swayed from its origins. Others, just aren’t too bothered by the day.

“Easter as a religious holiday is absolute trash and a prime example of the mockery that should come with those who are willfully blind to a faith that celebrates chocolate in honour of the "son of God". Appreciate the sun at this time of year, eat chocolate whenever the fuck you want and hail Satan.” - Emma

“Doing the same shit, on a different day” - Beth

“Easter, like christmas, is just another holiday taken over by christians and turned into another money making racket. It annoys me how everything stops for a holiday that means nothing in the eyes of many” - Amy

“Sleeping” - Steven

“Just been dying of a hangover from last night work party” - Mitchell

But is isn’t all chocolate and annoyance in the satanist community. Some of our members are taking the opportunity to spend time with their family.

“For me, today has been mostly about eating traditional food with the family and one of our friends, and enjoying the weather in our garden” - Krzysztof

“Family fun time, trip to a local castle, Satanists can be wholesome” - Liam

“Family is important no matter what your beliefs are, that’s my input. Spend some time with people you care about, because they and you are good people” - Mike

“While I do not celebrate easter as a holiday, I am glad that me and my girlfriend get an extra day together we wouldn’t ordinarily. I used the time to bake her a cake for her birthday. We will probably spend the day watching TV together and relaxing” - Amy

Its clear to see that our groups isn’t all that different to the rest of society when it comes to the easter holidays. No matter how you celebrate, or don’t for that matter, we here at Better the Devil, you know! wish you a lovely weekend. Enjoy the sun and stay safe! Ave Satanas!

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parisiangiraffe · 5 years ago

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Cinder; Look at it this way, it's a wonderful thing you are at work. At least you can sit down after I've made you weak at the knees. And a desk hides a multitude of sins. Given my name, that's what I am, a multitude of 'Cin'~

I’M BOUT TO DIE

#thirst asks #flickering masquerade

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ostrich-riding-cowboy · 5 years ago

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Despair (noun)

Here comes two of you. Abyss, do not in- teract. Staying with thoughts finite, the true Tragedy is how finite our thoughts are. If this is the End of History, I want another one. If it were only a material world and if it were

only living: the choice is black and blue. My hobbies include: imagining far into the future, just how bleak and why. Watching the whimper and the bang, wanly we are multitudes separated. “Her”? All these functions are shaped like a bell. Min-

utes pass and pile, we can assume, a jar of legumes and change (concurrently). Tie a yellow ribbon and so on. “Kindly” describes qualities outside a sum; sure, shared as any serotonin brought, in Dignity with the body as a cue.

Between offering a square or a ply and all that can be call'd rich in bunly goodness: decency is all but a lure and sympathy ain't a Wife of Lot in- clined to gawk: waste and all that we can rue since ashes have a purpose; a cigar

is a metaphor. Metaphors, truly are a cheat across the literature. Cheating is a vice with motives to in- terpret. A schism between what is due and what we're given, or Freud and Jung; "par" is a measure to meet or not. A pie

to the face—fate, and the will to occur— is an image and an idea, cin- ders (Boomers reacting to Scrappy Doo): the time between a nova and a star. Plinko combinatorics, bargain my guilt like a stone to skim, if arc'd finely

we don't have to spy it sink down anew, ripples spread for interest, but infer in all ways tone, leaving the sand for bar.

#sestina #the molochite verses #genesis 19 #the waste land #anne veal

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tech-autradio-tactile-blog · 6 years ago

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L’autoradio Pyle PLD10BT à écran tactile motorisé

Écran tactile TFT/LCD 10.1'' motorisé à écran tactile détachable avec disque multimédia à affichage détachable/VMP3-R/USB/AM/FM/RDS avec système Bluetooth et entrée AUX A/V pour iPod/Smart Phones/lecteur MP3.

Système de tableau de bord Ultimate Entertainment System

Ce récepteur de moniteur multimédia intégré au tableau de bord est doté d'un écran tactile numérique impressionnant de 10,1 pouces, ce qui vous permet de contrôler et de regarder des films directement sur l'appareil, sans moniteur supplémentaire. L'écran d'affichage du moniteur se fixe et se détache facilement et rapidement pour plus de sécurité et de portabilité. Une fois que la fonction motorisée de l'unité principale se rétracte, vous pourrez simplement connecter l'écran et disposer d'une multitude d'options de divertissement à votre disposition. Profitez de vidéos nettes et éclatantes grâce à une résolution d'image et une luminosité d'écran fantastiques. Affichez vos images et vidéos préférées comme vous le feriez avec votre système de cinéma maison.

Bluetooth et streaming mains libres Audio

Le PLD10BT est livré avec une connexion Bluetooth pour que vous puissiez facilement jumeler votre téléphone à votre voiture et d'éviter ces billets de téléphone cellulaire, la conduite en parlant au téléphone est très dangereux et est illégale dans la plupart des États. Grâce à la technologie Bluetooth, vous pouvez diffuser de l'audio en continu directement à partir de n'importe quel appareil compatible compatible Bluetooth. Jouez des services de radio Internet comme Pandora, Sound Cloud directement sur le récepteur et obtenez des performances sans fil d'une clarté cristalline sur votre iPhone, Droid, Blackberry, ou tout autre lecteur audio compatible Bluetooth.

Grand écran tactile détachable

Avec son grand écran de 10,1 pouces, vous pouvez garantir que tout le monde dans la voiture aura une belle vue dégagée de l'écran et sera en mesure de s'asseoir et de profiter du trajet. L'écran tactile vous permettra de naviguer facilement dans l'ensemble de votre sélection multimédia et d'avoir un contrôle total sur votre appareil.

Lecture MP3

Connectez votre iPod, iPhone ou autre lecteur MP3 / Smartphone via l'entrée AUX. De cette façon, vous pourrez profiter rapidement et facilement de vos morceaux préférés de la médiathèque de votre ordinateur, comme iTunes. Jouez et rechargez votre appareil dans la voiture. Écoutez les pistes que vous voulez à travers le système de haut-parleurs de votre véhicule. Il prend également en charge les dernières technologies en matière de médias numériques. La capacité de décodage audio et vidéo permet la compatibilité avec une grande variété de types de fichiers incluant MP3, MP4, JPEG, WMA, DVD, CD et beaucoup plus !

Lecteurs de cartes SD et de clés USB

Le récepteur prend en charge les cartes SD et les clés USB, ce qui vous permet de charger rapidement la musique et les films de votre ordinateur ou d'autres appareils sur votre carte mémoire ou clé USB et de les lire facilement. Il suffit d'insérer le dispositif de mémoire dans les emplacements et vous aurez accès à une multitude d'options de divertissement. C'est une autre façon de profiter de vos fichiers favoris de la médiathèque de votre ordinateur.

Lecteur DVD

Le PLD10BT est capable de lire des fichiers vidéo tels que DVD, VCD, CD, MP3 et CD-R, ce qui vous permet de lire facilement n'importe quoi sur le puissant récepteur audio de votre véhicule.

Le moniteur est prêt pour la caméra de recul

Cet appareil est équipé d'une caméra de recul et d'une entrée vidéo de stationnement, ce qui vous permet de connecter une caméra à votre voiture et de voir où vous allez. Conduisez de façon plus sûre et plus sécuritaire.

Créer un système de divertissement mobile

Entrez des sources vidéo supplémentaires telles que votre iPod, un lecteur DVD supplémentaire ou tout autre appareil utilisant des composants RCA. Vous pouvez également connecter cet appareil à d'autres moniteurs à l'aide de la sortie vidéo RCA. Pour ceux d'entre vous qui ont besoin d'un son de basse supplémentaire, ce récepteur est livré avec un subwoofer RCA source de sortie de ligne pour cette basse supplémentaire que nous aimons tous.

Accessoires inclus

Avec la télécommande incluse, vous pouvez laisser votre ami contrôler la musique, la vidéo et la radio, ce qui en fait un voyage sûr et agréable pour vous et tous vos passagers. Cette unité est également chargée avec des réglages utilisateur personnalisables, y compris les aigus, les graves, la balance, le fader et les commandes de volume pour une véritable personnalisation du son. Utilisez les paramètres d'égalisation intégrés pour régler votre son, comme vous le souhaitez. Les accessoires comprennent la télécommande sans fil, les supports de montage, les faisceaux de câblage audio/vidéo d'alimentation et le manuel de l'utilisateur.

Détails

· DVD/VCD/MPEG4/MPEG4/MP3/CD/CD/CD-RW Compaible

· Autoradio Ecran Motorisé tactile avant et entièrement détachable 10.1

· Grâce à la technologie Bluetooth intégrée, vous pouvez diffuser de l'audio directement depuis votre appareil portable Bluetooth avec des performances sans fil d'une clarté cristalline (iPhone, Droid, Blackberry, iPads, Tablets, etc.).

· Aigus/Bass/Basse/Balance/Fader/Encoder

· Volume PLL Synthétiseur Tuner

· Mémorisage/balayage prédéfini automatique

· Radio AM/FM-MPX 2 bandes

· Mémoire de 30 stations (18FM/12AM)

· 10,1 pouces(16:9) Moniteur couleur amovible Tft

· Fonctionnement de l'écran tactile

· Résolution : 1024x600 pixels

· Luminosité : 400nits

· Affichage à l'écran Titre, heure, chapitre, sous-titre et angle

· Décodeur Dolby Digital

· Système couleur PAL/NTSC

· Mécanisme anti-chocs

· Fonction ESP

· Sélecteur LO/DX & ST/MO

· Répétition/intro/aléatoire

· Fonction horloge

· Commande de sourdine

· Sortie de ligne RCA

· Preset EQ

· Sortie Subwoofer

· Angle de vue sélectionnable

· Entrée A/V & Sortie A/V

· Fente pour carte SD/MMC

· Connexion directe de la prise d'entrée audio/vidéo auxiliaire de ligne alternative (MP3/Ipod)

· Télécommande sans fil

· Sortie caméra arrière

· Entrée vidéo de stationnement

· RDS-EON

· Connecteur USB

· Prise en charge Bluetooth A2DP et AVRCP

· Illumination 3 couleurs

· 320 Watts (4 X 80w)

· Mémoire de la dernière position

· Commutateur de fréquence USA/Europe

· Étui de transport amovible pour panneaux

· Dimensions dans le tableau de bord : 7.24''L X 2.13''H X 6.69''P

· Dimensions du tableau de bord et du panneau TFT 10.1 : 10''L X 6.22''H X 0.91''D

· Vendu en tant que : Unité

· Poids : 8.27 lbs.

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eirianerisdar · 8 years ago

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Sorry but - fic title suggestion: The Curious Feeling of Falling. And there are different types of falling *wink*

The Curious Feeling of Falling

There is a common misconception about Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It is there, even among the members of his own Order; and even more so within the ranks of the child-soldiers he commands, whispering among the multitudes of the galaxy.

They say Obi-Wan Kenobi could never fall.

Fall, of course, has two very different meanings; but on this particular application, the Jedi and the multitudes do not differ.

There are initiates who whisper that Master Kenobi has never felt the pull of the murmuring Dark. There are knights who wonder if Obi-Wan ever felt the tug of attachment on his heartstrings. And there are children on Coruscant playing at their mock-battles who turn away their toy starfighters at the last moment because General Kenobi won’t kill unless he has to!

The Jedi are mistaken - a misunderstanding spread so deep that it warps even the basic meaning of the tenets of their Order. And the children, of course, simply do not understand the meaning of war.

Jedi, soldiers, and citizens.

In the end, even Anakin.

None understand that to call Obi-Wan’s perfection effortless is to diminish the ceaseless war in his heart to the absence of challenge in the first place.

Obi-Wan has been fighting to overcome himself from the moment he first saw the Force.

It begins, as you might expect, before he even enters the Order.

It begins in a nursery-room on Stewjon.

Obi-Wan drops his rattle.

It makes a horrid clanging noise as it hits the edge of his crib on the way to the floor. The faintest flicker echoes across Obi-Wan’s mind - the beginning of what he would learn years later to be annoyance.

He wants his rattle.

He wants it.

The warm afternoon light filters into the nursery through the gossamer curtains, and seems to flow to him on a breeze of his own making. The rattle makes a perfect sha-sha noise as it tumbles back into his crib, seemingly on its own will.

“Sha-sha,” Obi-Wan gurgles as he crawls after it.

He gives it a shake, to confirm it is undamaged. It does not seem to be.

Pulling himself upright with a tremulous grip on the crib edge, Obi-Wan carefully drops the rattle to the floor again.

The light seems to grow in intensity as it pours in through the window, bright and incandescent and filling. Obi-Wan reaches out to it, and it to him, and the rattle slaps into his chubby hand like the hilt of a-

-a something. Something pure and firelit and plasma-bright, seen only in the haziest of infant dreams.

“Obi-Wan?”

He looks up from his examination of the rattle. He has never heard his mother sound like that before.

“Mama.”

She crouches by the crib. He will look back on this in meditation, years and decades into the future, but no matter how he tries to look through the intervening space with the Force, he can never remember her face.

Her voice he does remember. Low and quietly terrified.

“Obi-Wan? Can you…can you do that again?”

Obi-Wan makes a startled cry as the rattle is tugged out of his fingers and held out of reach. An infant growl rises into the air as it promptly twists itself out of the adult’s grasp and into his hands again. He sticks the rattle in his mouth and gnaws on it with vengeance. He figures the extra force of his gums will prevent it from being taken any time soon.

His mother does not speak. Her hand is still frozen there, halfway between herself and the crib.

She takes it from him again.

Obi-Wan’s small pink mouth curves in a sharp bow of displeasure. The light in the air dims as the rattle is snatched violently away, knocking sharply against his mother’s jaw in the process.

Obi-Wan pauses, one hand securely grasping the rattle handle, and watches his mother’s face crumple.

The pleased yell in his chest crumples, too.

He drops the rattle onto his blankets and reaches for his mother.

“Mama,” he says, plaintively.

She does not meet his tiny hands, waving an arm-span from her face. Her hands are too busy trying to wipe away her tears.

The crystalline tracks on her cheeks suddenly waver and smooth away. She jerks back, startled. Her hands fly to her face again.

Obi-Wan lowers an arm, staring up at her.

The light carries droplets of moisture away from her eyes, just as he told it to.

She snatches him up and buries her face in his hair. Delightedly, Obi-Wan feels the light flow through her too, though it seems rather dim compared to the fire within him now.

The light never flows back out of that nursery window. It is like a floodgate has opened, and nothing stops the current of starfire that rushes into his mind; the universe takes a breath and coalesces into a world of eternal clarity.

His mother rarely puts him down in the three days afterwards.

And then he is placed in the arms of another, leaving only the rattle murmuring sha, sha in her trembling hands.

In the early days at the Temple, the Dark only murmurs to him from a far-off place, in meaningless nightmares and mischievous whispers.

He dreams of strange things. Things inexplicable. Once he even dreamed of a sphere, azure and emerald and ochre, and an unstoppable lance of green fire that shattered the sphere into nothing.

Obi-Wan sits cross-legged in the bright classroom and learns the precepts of the Order.

He comes across an unfamiliar word, and asks what attachment means.

His creche-master is happy to explain. “Attachment is the desire to own something for one’s self, above duty, others, and anything else.”

Obi-Wan frowns at his stylus. It was given to him on the first day of classes, and unequivocally his.

“It is not that you can’t own anything, Obi-Wan,” his crechemaster says gently. “But is your stylus more important than, say, your friendship with Garen?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head.

“And is Garen the most important thing in your life?”

Obi-Wan catches himself, halfway though a nod, because the answer would be no.

The most important thing in both their lives is the Force. He knows he could not live without it, and neither can Garen.

And so his first understanding of the meaning of attachment is paired with that of sacrifice.

Obi-Wan is twelve, and too close to thirteen - to the empty failure of the Service Corps - when the darkness finally breaks out of its fledgling shell.

“Is that all you can do, Oafy-Wan?”

The taunt is ridiculous. Childish. Of no consequence.

The lightsaber in his hand has always been a brush of stardust, but facing Bruck Chun, in an arena ringed by expectant masters, the stardust collapses and compresses into an impossibly heavy neutron star.

He feels as though he cannot help it, though deep within the Force he knows he can; he simply does not want to do anything about it. His simmering anger at seven years of cruelty at the other boy’s words boils over into fury. It gives him strength, for a moment; intoxicating power from the war-drums of his heart down to his fingertips, washing his blade with the wild roar of the unleashed animal-

-Obi-Wan throws himself back into the light, horrified, as Cin Drallig calls his disqualification.

For loss of control.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, disqualified for loss of control.

The assembled masters murmur, disappointed.

It does not matter. There is no-one more disappointed in Obi-Wan than himself.

The Force works in mysterious ways.

It gives Obi-Wan a master.

The days of his apprenticeship are filled with joy, struggle, and grief. The first time that last emotion truly registers - on Melida/Daan, with Cerasi’s still-warm body tucked into his frozen arms - he is surprised at the sheer quantity of it. Grief is not an emotion present in amounts; it overwhelms and erases everything else simply by being present.

He struggles past the selfish desire to turn grief into hate, hate against the civil war that brought about so much death, hate for Qui-Gon, who left him there, and worst of all, hatred of himself.

For allowing this.

For not being quick or wily or wise or strong enough.

The Light swirls in warning. Obi-Wan pulls himself out of the mire of his self-rumination before the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision can pounce.

The darkness retreats a few paces, and waits.

Two years later, on New Apsolon, Tahl Uvain passes into the Force in a glimmer of celestial music, backlit against Qui-Gon’s tears.

Obi-Wan rushes at the shadows flicking at his master’s heels, and plunges into it, wrist-deep, clawing at the obsidian tendrils with mental hands bleeding from effort.

No, he says to it, firmly. You will not take him.

The darkness snarls and writhes and gouges scars into his mind, but he does not loosen his grasp.

Tahl’s voice whispers across the Force, from a place bright and warm and eternally waiting. Qui-Gon throws off the darkness with the horrified agony of a man who knows just how far he has reached over the precipice.

Later, Obi-Wan runs up to his master and throws his arms around Qui-Gon’s chest. He is far too old now to be doing such things, but Qui-Gon does not seem to care, either.

He holds his master a decade later, on the warm durasteel floor of a reactor chamber, and offers up the rest of his life to fulfil what Qui-Gon could not.

There had been a moment there, hanging with trembling hands just below the lip of the reactor shaft, where he had thought about letting go - not physically, into death, but letting go of the tenuous thread of light that connected him to his dying master, and falling into the roiling reservoir of power that bubbled under his feet.

He had glimpsed his master’s Force-signature, turned to the darkness, and said, No.

And then suddenly the shadows fled from him as the light rushed in, clean ever-pure.

And then Maul was a rag doll, nothing more.

Obi-Wan cradles his surrogate father now, close, and opens his mouth to say I’m sorry I’m sorry I almost fell I-

“Train the boy,” Qui-Gon murmurs. But even as those words are voiced, those once-strong hands flutter upwards, flickering at Obi-Wan’s forehead.

It is enough. Obi-Wan understands.

Qui-Gon does not need to voice how proud he is.

Inexplicably, the air around Obi-Wan grows lighter with the darkening of the galaxy.

The darkness slithers, and hovers, and tries to slip between him and Anakin; but he stands firm in the crystalline towers of the Force, and does not let the ink splash even across his boot-tips.

Mandalore.

Satine suspended before him, and the darksaber in Maul’s hand.

The darkness batters Obi-Wan from all sides, wells up from within; bleeds through his bones until he feels it shudder at his fingertips, whispering that all he needs to do is to curl a finger. Curl a finger and the Sith would be slashed in half, turned inside out, hung, drawn, quartered and eviscerated at his merest whim.

He wants to fall.

He wants to stretch out a hand and push the roiling hatred in his veins into Maul’s wrist, and shatter the Sith into crimson mist.

Obi-Wan wants it so much he feels as though he might scream with wanting.

Satine.

But the light had fluttered by his ear, whispering to him that want was not need; and desire need not lead to action.

He can curl a finger, fall, and break free of his restraints.

But he will not.

In his grief afterwards, he finds peace in the smallest of things. The light shines down on him until he is filled to the brim twice over, with surety and calm and quiet joy in the midst of so much suffering. He tries to give some of this assurance to Anakin, hoping that his friend can share in this peace with him.

Anakin brushes him away, but Obi-Wan is calmly relentless. He is rewarded at times by a flash of a rakish grin, and that laughing gaze with a single scar curving over the right eye.

And then comes the time when he realises while he had kept his end of the bridge clean, bright, and shadow-free, Anakin had not.

It is with crushing agony that Obi-Wan realises a bridge blown apart at the opposite end is still a broken bridge, no matter the strength of the stone on the intact side.

Grief howls around him, but he has never felt less of an urge to fall.

Mustafar is lit with the celestial brightness of a single, enduring flame. The newborn Sith cannot see it, shrouded as he is. Obi-Wan dances in starlight wrought of an Order ten thousand years in the making, and waits for his moment.

The light carries him to higher ground, and plants his feet into the lifeless ground like stubborn roots of Spring. He has never been further from falling.

The Force is enough.

Anakin’s falls out of his reach, and he cannot follow.

Anakin’s screams echo though his dreams every night for the next twenty years.

The darkness tries to filter in through those screams, sometimes. Obi-Wan stands on the edge of his mindscape, hand on his lightsaber, and stares it down.

“Do not dare to use his voice,” he says, calmly. “Do not dare.”

You want this, the darkness whispers, hissing at the edge of the penumbra of light his lightsaber scatters on the sandy ground. You want this power we offer.

“Yes. Yes I do,” Obi-Wan says, silhouetted in the cerulean glow of his blade. “I want to. But I will not.”

The feeling of falling would be exhilarating, no doubt. But every pit has its utter end.

Luke listens to him when he speaks of the dark and the light. Better than Anakin ever did.

Obi-Wan has to fight the urge to smirk at when the darkness makes one last attempt at ensnaring him as he duels Vader on the death star.

As the red blade slices towards his shoulder, Obi-Wan looks past Darth Vader’s eyes, through the shadow of Anakin Skywalker, and into the darkness itself.

You have failed, he tells it, with triumph. You have lost the war.

And then he is light. There is no longer anywhere to fall; he can only fly.

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The Cliche List of Players I Like In Fantasy Football

August symbolizes a few things: going back to school, the cooling of weather, etc. But few as important as the return of fantasy football, getting back together with your league, talking shit and navigating through the maze that is the NFL season together. After getting through a couple of drafts this weekend, it is now ok for me to share a couple secrets of guys I’ve been targeting in drafts. Enjoy!

Quarterbacks

Aaron Rodgers QB GB - This is all about price. With how deep the quarterback position is, it makes little sense to draft Aaron Rodgers inside the top 4 rounds due to how little the drop off in points per game there are between the top tier of quarterbacks and others capable of cracking the top 10. However, if your league is set on waiting on quarterbacks and Aaron Rodgers is still available in the 6th round? Then I, as someone who tends to wait on my QB as long as I can, do think he becomes a value at that point of the draft and think zagging while everyone else in your league is zigging is not the worst move. Rodgers is the only QB I would recommend this strategy for as the best quarterback in fantasy who routinely averages over 21 points per game on a yearly basis.

Drew Brees QB NO - No, there’s nothing wrong with Drew Brees. If you want evidence, read this article by the Ringer’s Robert Mays that shows not only is Drew Brees just as good as he’s been his career, he may be getting better, as evidenced by posting an NFL record 72% completion percentage. With Alvin Kamara’s emergence and Mark Ingram stepping up to dominate defenses on the ground, Brees’ touchdown numbers and overall volume dropped. With Ingram’s suspension and Alvin Kamara’s efficiency due to drop due to how crazy efficient he was last year, Brees will be the beneficiary. He’s my favorite QB to take in the double digit rounds.The Sleepers: Late Round QBs - With how many good quarterbacks there are this season, there are a more multitude of good ones available that can be had and put up more than adequate seasons. Some include (in no particular order): Jimmy Garoppolo, Jared Goff, Phillip Rivers, Matt Ryan, Patrick Mahomes, Alex Smith, Marcus Mariota, Tyrod Taylor (when starting), Nick Foles (if Wentz misses time). Wait on QBs as long as you can.August symbolizes a few things: going back to school, the cooling of weather, etc. But none more important than the restart of your fantasy football league, getting back together with your league, talking shit and drafting your team to help navigate the maze that is the NFL season. After getting through a couple drafts this past weekend, I’m free to give out my secrets to the rest of the world, so here are guys I like for this upcoming season and targeting in drafts.

Running Backs

Jay Ajayi RB PHI - Sure the Eagles rode a running back by committee approach to a Super Bowl, but this year could be a bit different for Jay Ajayi. With LeGarrette Blount off to Detroit, Ajayi should usurp and take a stronghold on the carries for the Super Bowl champs. His usage gradually increased (with Blount on the team last season) after being traded midseason, has more time to grasp the playbook and has likely the best offensive line in football to run behind. Sure Corey Clement and Darren Sproles will get their touches too (mostly in the receiving game, though Clement has been rumored to be used in the red zone fairly prominently), but that may end up not mattering. Ajayi is going to get his regardless and his efficiency should be through the roof. He’s a bargain anywhere from the 4th to 6th round, pending on if he stays healthy.

Lamar Miller RB HOU - Miller has disappointed in his time as Houston’s lead back, but there are reasons for optimism. Deshaun Watson should be healthy and ready to go by the time the season kicks off, and his running prowess serves as an extra blocker of sorts, occupying extra attention from defenders due to the threat of Watson busting a big run. Miller averaged 12.73 points per game in non-PPR formats in Watson’s 6 games he started and finished and averaged 8.1 in his other 10 games. Lamar Miller dropped a few pounds and has already started to pay dividends. D’Onta Foreman still hasn’’t cleared the PUP list and may start the season there, missing at least the first 6 games coming off his Achilles tear. He’s missed just 5 games in his 6 year NFL career. Houston’s defense should be better after being banged up last year, prompting the offense to churn the clock out rather than engage in shootouts as often as they did last year. Miller is a fine RB2 with upside for more that can be had in the 5th round.

Jerick McKinnon & Matt Breida RBs SF - Yeah, give me both of them. Kyle Shanahan goes through more productive fantasy running backs the way Jerry Seinfeld goes through girlfriends. San Francisco paid McKinnon to be their version of Devonta Freeman. Matt Breida will be his version of Tevin Coleman and get his weekly 8-12 touches, but McKinnon will still get the bulk of the work. He’s worth a 3rd round price to me.

The Sleepers: Jordan Wilkins is my favorite sleeper. Marlon Mack and Robert Turbin are both hurt and the Nyheim Hines hype seems to be slowing down a little. Wilkins is already a more superb runner in between the tackles than Hines, who projects to be a Chris Thompson-esque player who makes his hay as a receiving back on the perimeter. Wilkins has a more than plausible at heeding the starting/finishing gig as Indy’s primary ball carrier on what looks to be a revived offense with Andrew Luck back. He’s well worth the late round dart throw. Others to take a look at: Aaron Jones RB GB, Chris Carson RB SEA, Kerryon Johnson RB DET, Corey Clement RB PHI, Austin Ekeler RB LAC, Kalen Ballage RB MIA, Spencer Ware RB KC, Doug Martin RB OAK

Wide Receivers

Julio Jones WR ATL - For some God foresaken reason, Julio ranked in the top 10 in seemingly every pass catching statistic outside of touchdowns, despite garnering over 15 red zone targets. He only corralled 3 touchdowns all season. He’s as immune to catching touchdowns as the Raptors are at beating LeBron in the playoffs. However, if you took his seasonal touchdown per reception average over his career, while excluding last season and 2013 when he missed time due to injury, and multiplied it by the 88 receptions he had last year, he should’ve had 7.3 touchdowns… at least. The regression is coming for Julio.

Michael Thomas WR NO - Similar to Julio, Michael Thomas ranked in the top 10 in receiving yards, targets and receptions. However, he only scored a measly 5 touchdowns. Similar to above with Brees, the Saints are expected to throw more prominently than they did last season when they mauled everybody with the ground game. He should’ve had more touchdowns last year, and it is fair to expect Michael Thomas will keep up his workload (or add onto it) and score more. Anywhere in the 2nd order is fair game for Mike Thomas to go.

Doug Baldwin WR SEA - Paul Richardson and Jimmy Graham leave a combined 177 targets behind in Seattle as they eloped to greener pastures in Washington and Wisconsin, respectively. Seattle did little to replace that production, signing the perhaps washed Brandon Marshall and blocker Ed Dickson. Doug Baldwin already had 117 targets, and should approach about 125-150 targets, even as Seattle desires to go back to becoming a run heavy offense under Brian Schottenheimer. A knee injury flared late in July, prompting Head Coach Pete Carroll to sit him out for the preseason, but be back in time for the regular season coming off a 5+ week layaway. Anywhere from the 3rd to the 4th round is a bargain for Baldwin, who has consistently been a solid WR2 and has upside for more.

The Sleepers: Corey Davis is healthy and should be the number one option in an actual 2018 offense, unlike whatever the hell Mike Mularkey ran last season. He was taken in the top 5 of the actual NFL Draft last year for a reason. Other late round fliers: Nelson Agholor WR PHI, Kenny Golladay WR DET, Marquise Goodwin WR SF, Cameron Meredith WR NO, John Ross WR CIN, Anthony Miller WR CHI, Taywan Taylor WR TEN, Mike Williams WR LAC, Chris Godwin WR TB, Keelan Cole WR JAX, John Brown WR BAL

Tight Ends

Delanie Walker TE TEN - I’m not one to take a tight end early, but if I were to take one before the double digit rounds, I’ll take Delanie Walker. He is the most proven pass-catcher in Tennessee, gets targeted in the redzone, is a prominent blocker which allows him to stay on the field all downs. He hasn’t missed more than 3 games in a season since 2006 and should improve on his meager 3 touchdowns from last season.

George Kittle TE SF - While Marquise Goodwin and Pierre Garcon are excellent pass catchers, neither project to be major players in the red zone. Kittle ranked first on the team in red zone targets and is the primary pass catching tight end in a system that feeds the position and projects to be a good overall offense with plenty of opportunities to score. For a guy who isn’t getting drafted until the 14th round, you could do worse than Kittle.

Eric Ebron TE IND - Ebron, like me and perhaps anyone who’s wasting their time reading this, has teased fans and underperformed to his talent. It is hard to believe, but he is still just 25 years old and was drafted in the top ten for a reason. He is shining again in camp with the Colts, where there is room for possibly both he and Doyle to eat with little weapons outside of T.Y. Hilton and surging rookie Deon Cain’s ACL tear. If you punt the position, there are worse fliers.

The Sleepers: Tyler Eifert and Jordan Reed are top 5 tight ends when they’re healthy. If you want to ride the roller coaster with them, they can be had for cheap. Other late round fliers: Vance McDonald TE PIT, David Njoku TE CLE, Vernon Davis TE WSH, Antonio Gates TE LAC once he finally signs there, Benjamin Watson TE NO, OJ Howard TE TB, Charles Clay TE BUF

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Fantasy Football Booms/Busts 2018: The Denver Broncos

Will Royce Freeman be a luxury fantasy football vehicle in his rookie season? Brad Evans and Liz Loza offer differing opinions. (AP Photo/David Zalubowski)

As the mercury rises and we inch closer to the open of training camps, our resident fantasy football sickos, Brad Evans and Liz Loza, will profile their favorite booms/busts of every NFL team. Today’s topic: The Orange Crush.

This year’s rookie RB class is unusually deep and talented, Royce Freeman included. In .5 PPR, OVER or UNDER 20.5 final RB rank for the Oregon product this season. (OVER = outside top-20; Under = inside)

Brad – UNDER. Pull the rug out from under your leaguemates by drafting Freeman at his absurdly affordable 59.7 ADP (RB27). Yes, it’s Denver, an organization steeped in backfield unpredictability. However, long gone are the days when wildcards Mike Anderson, Rueben Droughns and Tatum Bell tormented owners. Oh, that devilish Lucifer Shanahan. This is a team recommitted to Gary Kubiak’s run-heavy system. Within it, Freeman will soon seize control from Devontae Booker. It’s practically a foregone conclusion.

The former Duck is about to take flight. Different from the undersized, scat-type backs Oregon produced in recent years, he’s big bodied (5-foot-11, 235 pounds), an incensed moose between the tackles (3.39 YAC/att in ’17) and surprisingly fast (4.54 40-yard). His vision, patience, footwork and hands are also pluses. Over his decorated college career, he routinely ripped through arm tackles and shook defenders in the open field (No. 11 in elusive rating last fall).

Freeman’s odometer reading is already high which limits his longevity, but he’s the clear-cut favorite to eclipse 250 touches right away. Booker and De’Angelo Henderson are weak challengers. Suffice it to say, he’s the franchise’s new, and more talented, C.J. Anderson, a rusher capable of finishing inside the position’s top-15 Year 1. Keep in mind, Case Keenum is a massive upgrade at QB and the Broncos’ supposedly ineffective offensive line ranked No. 9 in run-blocking efficiency last year according to Football Outsiders. With a strong camp and Preseason, Freeman should open the regular season as the starter earning 15-18 touches per game. Assuming that comes to fruition, he’s capable of 1200-1300 combined yards with 7-9 TDs this season. Gleefully invest.

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Liz – OVER. Freeman was selected in the third round to replace C.J. Anderson, who managed a 1,000-yard effort last year, finishing just inside of the top-20 fantasy RBs. That means the rookie is a shoo-in for lead back duties, and that managers should pay up for him, right? WRONG. That’s simple plug-and-play analysis.

Like it or not, this is a crowded backfield. Devontae Booker is a favorite for starting duties. While Booker’s 2017 massively underwhelmed, it’s important to remember that he was recovering from a broken wrist for the first half of the season. Once given a shot upon the urging of OC Bill Musgrave, the back-up managed two top-24 outings between Weeks 11 and 17.

While those performances came against two of the worst run defenses in the league (CIN and WAS), it’s important to additionally note that Booker’s workload increased as the year wore on (and his health improved). When Booker was on the field, Anderson averaged 14.3 totes per contest. While Booker was sidelined, however, C.J. managed over 18 attempts per game. That shows me the team’s dedication to and belief in Booker… regardless of what #footballtwitter has to say.

With first-year wide receivers Courtland Sutton and DaeSean Hamilton breathing down their necks are Demaryius Thomas (44.5, WR20) and Emmanuel Sanders (79.6, WR35) OVERVALUED, UNDERVALUED or PROPERLY VALUED?

Liz – UNDER. Thomas hasn’t missed a start since 2012. He’s also been a top-twenty fantasy producer for six consecutive seasons, clearing 1,000 yards in five of those years (he missed the milestone by 51 yards in 2017). While he’s no longer an elite option, the former first-round pick remains a target hog (#8) with an incredible catch radius. He’ll also get an upgrade at QB with Case Keenum coming to Mile High. While Courtland Sutton remains the future, Thomas is the NOW.

PROPERLY VALUED. Interestingly, Sanders is my WR35, so his current ADP feels spot on. Entering his age-thirty-one season and coming off a high ankle sprain, the vet’s stock is undeniably low. While I’m confident a return to health and stability under center will allow him to best last year’s showing (WR61), it’s hard to imagine Sanders racking up the yards or TDs necessary to keep him inside of the top-thirty players at the position. After all, Royce Freeman can catch, and Courtland Sutton is a big-bodied red zone target. These new additions won’t be enough to unseat Sanders, but they will depress his production.

Brad – UNDERVALUED. Admittedly, there are occasions I wouldn’t trust DT to hold my beer. Over the years, the man has logged his fair share of drops (10 in ’17). Still, it’s hard to ignore his consistent full body of work. Through the organization’s peaks and valleys he’s snagged at least 80 passes in six consecutive seasons and finished inside the position’s top-20 five times. A certifiable targets magnet, he should again attract 24-26 percent of the team’s vertical attempts. Yes, even with the increase in competition.

Thomas has ranked top-10 in total red-zone receptions in back-to-back seasons, but tallied only 10 scores during that span, an anomalous result. Keenum, who ranked QB10 in red-zone accuracy in 2017, should establish an instant chemistry with the 6-foot-3, 230-pound weapon near the goal line. String it all together and DT could wind up with a final tally around 90-1100-7.

VERY UNDERVALUED. Recall two years ago Sanders ranked WR17 in fantasy points per game. Why? He was connected to competent passers. Last year, his numbers greatly suffered primarily due to Denver’s triumvirate of suck – Trevor Siemian, Brock Osweiler and Paxton Lynch. A right ankle setback only exacerbated the situation. He was WR53 in catchtable target percentage and WR103 in overall success rate. Blame the situation, not the player.

The presence of Sutton and Hamilton combined with a more run-aggressive approach should cap his target share in the 21-23 percent range. Still, Sanders possesses attractive qualities. He’s an astute route-runner and versatile. It’s likely he’ll see more slot work this season, a position Keenum leaned on while in Minnesota. In what could be his swan song in the Mile High City, a return to 70-1000-5 is plausible.

Fill in the blank. Coveted offseason acquisition Case Keenum totals ___ passing yards and ___ passing touchdowns; finishes No. ___ among QBs.

Brad – 3,917 pass yards; 23 passing TDs; QB19. Though John Elway and Co. would like to stress pounding the pill this season, Keenum, off a breakthrough campaign with Minnesota, won’t be a glorified game manager. Bill Musgrave’s system isn’t a major departure from what Keenum played in last year, a scheme which transformed the journeyman into a roster cornerstone. Last fall, he finished top-10 in four different completion percentage categories.

With Denver’s strong stable of WRs, expect a multitude of 3WR sets and, possibly, more no huddle. More importantly, if TE Jake Butt steps forward in his development, Keenum has excellent odds of finishing close to his QB15 output from 2017. Going behind the likes of Dak Prescott, Blake Bortles and Mitchell Trubisky, he’s an unpopular late-round pick (167.8 ADP) with significant profit potential.

Liz – 3,750 passing yards; 21 passing TDs; QB20. The long-time journeyman finally saw his star turn in Minnesota. Except… the Vikings didn’t keep him, and, come the fall, he’ll be under center for his fifth team in seven years. An undeniable improvement over Trevor Siemian/Brock Osweiler/Paxton Lynch, Keenum is 100 percent capable. But Denver remains a run-first operation with a top-ranked defense. Value-minded managers in 2QB or Superflex leagues should keep an eye on sophomore TE Jake Butt’s development. He could be the key to Keenum’s ROI.

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