#cogline

[itachi86]

i once again dismay at s2 of this show picking up one year later because i really wanted to SEE wil searching for eretria rather than just hearing about it after the fact

[slovaksinadelaide]

Koncert Folk Duo Plus

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[keiynans-lonsdale]

Finding out Allanon has a daughter had Cogline shook,

[aryastarktheshewolf]

The Shannara Chronicles - 2x05 Paranor

[ivanabaquero-online]

New sneak peek from ‘The Shannara Chronicles’ 2.05.

[takagishingo]

fun facts about the current young lions from shupro

Shota Umino, born 17 april (aries); debuted in 2017 vs TAKA; baseball bg; likes watching baseball; his dad is famous/infamous ref Red Shoes Unno; currently in RevProv on excursion

Ren Narita, born 29 september (sagittarius); debuted in 2017 vs Umino; bg in baseball, kendo, amateur wrestling, & swimming; likes fishing & mahjong; currently on excursion at LA dojo

Yota Tsuji, born 8 september (virgo); debuted in 2018 vs the man now known as O-Khan; bg in american football, taekwondo, & baseball; likes watching american football & non-japanese dramas; his fav celebrity is Aaron Rodgers (cheers, i love that weirdo too); the senior wrestlers nicknamed him Jimon (i cannot figure out what that means 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Yuya Uemura, born 18 november (scorpio); debuted in 2018 vs Narita; bg in amateur wrestling; likes going to concerts & eating out tsukemen (dipping noodles); everyone’s really proud of him for filling in Kanemaru’s spot at bosj this year

Karl Fredericks, born 15 july (cancer); bg in american football, basketball, & swimming; likes music, crossfit, and self-grooming; was supposed to debut this year, so he isn’t technically a young lion anymore

Clark Connors, born 6 oct (libra); sports bg in amateur wrestling; he like dancing, weightlifting, & shopping; his fav celebrities?? are?? cate blanchett, muhammad ali, ricky morton, & ???? ronald reagan??????

Alex Coglin, born 3 december (sagittarius); bg in rugby & baseball; likes drums, coffee, & dinosaurs

Gabriel Kidd, born 24 april (taurus); debuted in nooj in 2018, tagged w/ Tiger Mask vs Ishimori & ELP; bg in rugby; likes Brazilian jiu jitsu & video games; began training at 11 years old

[casualnepotism]

two books from the end finally got some good fuckin walker boh appreciation

[elephunke]

Hey Cogline I’ve got some fucking questions about the sword fam

I finished the Shannara Chronicles yesterday even tho I know it got cancelled and I have a lot of feelings

So now I’m reading the original trilogy

Will I read further than that? I have no idea

There’s like 30 fucking books man

Terry Brooks you are a saint

[rover-princess]

[laufire]

The Shannara Chronicles: The Highlands of Leah

[Caption: gifs from The Shannara Chronicles. THey show images that showcase the aesthetic of the Highlands of Leah. The set includes a view of the city, showing how it’s set a top of a cliff, with a high wall stopping the waterfall and working as a dam. It has tall, golden buildings with flames shining on top of them, and a sun at the centre. Other gifs show a panoramic view of the statues on top of colums all through the damn: giant figures of archers made of black and gold, and two protectors with swords near the front of the city; as well as other cliffs, all joined by bridges of cord.

Two of the gifs show the inside of the palance, in the throne room during Lyria’s coronation. Members of the cort are there, as well as Eretria, Mareth, and Cogline. The room is full of golden bunting flags as Lyria stands over a dark pink and blue carpet before the golden throne while a woman brings the crown to her. There’s a close-up to her that shows her high standing roof, her long ornamental golden earrings, and her intrincate tall, black and bejeweled crown.]

[itachi86]

if they were already too late shouldn't cogline and jax be running

[furnass]

Incoherent Rambling about Copernica and Armilly: Part 1

This took about an hour to do LMAO. ignore any and all spelling mistakes please! It'll be under the cut. Steamworld Quest Spoiler warning. (Tumblr has an image limit so this is part 1)

It's established from the beginning that Copernica and Armilly are close friends, as Copernica states that she had to 'pull Armilly from bed in order to get her to come' when they are looking for the peppermint puffer. They're close friends and they are extremely different.

We don't know how long its been since Copernica left the college. at this point in the game, you don't even know Why Copernica left the college. Armilly doesn't push, she might know, she might not. She's just excited to be out doing 'heroic deeds', and to be with her friend. Even in the beginning, it’s shown that Copernica understands Armilly, even asking her to take the lead because she gets restless.

Despite Copernica seeming annoyed at Armilly at times, it's very obvious how close they are. This can be seen throughout the game's dialogue and even art of them. In chapter 1, Armilly talks about spooking a coglin, and instead of brushing her off, Copernica wants to know. After giving her another hint on startling, armilly's obviously excited. Early game Copernica Does tease armilly quite a bit. she seems not impressed, but in fact amused at Armilly's seeming love of heroism. I'd just put this to the two being close friends. Armilly doesn't seem hurt by it, she just keeps on going.

Even early on in game, both Copernica and Armilly use the 'deployt knowledge practically, for the good of the many' back and forth. While talking to Copernica, Armilly uses it, when the main trio finally come together.

When meeting Hyapathia, Armilly is standing up for Copernica, demanding to know who Hyapathia is. She sees Copernica's reaction to learning about Hyapathia, and watches her grapple with the fact that her mentor is now her enemy. Even when Hyapathia asks Copernica to join her, Armilly watches in silence.

After fighting Hyapathia, Copernica and Armilly have a moment. Armilly Knew how much Hyapathia meant to Copernica. She knew that this must've hurt her greatly. Her words are few, and she's eerily calm. The reckless and loud knight is being quiet because she knows that Copernica is hurt right now. The chapter 11 art shows Armilly with Orik on top of the merchant's wagon. Armilly is most likely just giving Copernica time to grieve/giving her space. She went through a lot.

[milftrickster]

people i have called hot in the discord and been bullied for:

Moff Tarkin

Jar Jar Binks

Lee Scoresby

King Shark

Rodrick Heffley

Cogline

[aryastarktheshewolf]

[dandelion-jester]

You know, dirty old wizards who know too much had the right idea. Yes I know more about history and magic and wisdom than anyone else alive. I am incredibly powerful. Yes I also look like I live under a bridge. Odin, Gandalf, Brom, Radagast, Cogline, Ged. I wanna be a trash wizard who could destroy the world if he so chose, but would rather wear the same robes for a week and smoke.

[allanonxmareth]

fanfic draft | Bath at the Enclave (Allanon/Mareth, T/M-ish)

Ughh so my writing MO is to work on 5674 fics at one and finish nothing, but this blog needs content *sob* so

Here's a 2+ years old draft. I might try to polish this and actually post on AO3 but for now it's unfinished. Set during S02E09, fluffy, silly, Allanon giving hurt Mareth a bath + some sexy stuff. Mareth POV.

A bathtub, Mareth thought as she stared at one was a wondrous thing. Now if only she could use it to wash herself. She hadn't realized it on the way to the Enclave, but her wrist was swollen, pain traveling up towards her elbow and shoulder every time she bent it. It would be a chore to scrub herself clean.

Both her and Allanon had been guided towards the bathroom after they had arrived, road-weary. The reality of what had happened over the past day and night was just starting to settle in. Finding Bandon, lifeless. Their capture at the hands of the Crimson. How they had --

"If you wish to clean up first, I can go talk with Cogline." Allanon spoke, as if stopping her track of thought on purpose.

"That's okay," she said, quietly thankful. "It'll take me longer anyway -" she indicated her hand with the other, "- so you should go first." She made to leave the room to give him some privacy.

”Do you mind if I help you?” His voice was even but she could have sworn she saw a hint of red on his cheeks.

She wanted to decline; the thought of being so close was an awkward one. But it was near impossible for her to wash herself, nevermind her hair on her own, and she wasn’t one to let embarrassment win over necessity.

”As long as you don’t.”

He helped her undress first, tied her armwraps open, pulled off her boots. His eyes followed the tattoos on her skin, covering her arms and legs.

”These are beautiful,” he said softly. He was mindful of her arm, fingertips careful on her swollen elbow and aching forearm. Mareth bit her lip when he touched her wrist a little too tightly, and he apologized right away.

”It’s okay.” Her voice sounded too husky in her own ears. Where did that tone come from?

She could have taken off her shorts and top herself, with some effort and a lot of squirming, but she let him continue.

It was decidedly weird standing so bare in front of him. She turned so he could open the clasp holding her top together at the back. She could have tugged it off herself, but he helped there too, and the brush of his fingers on her sides almost made her giggle. Same with her shorts; just the nearness of his hands made her stomach tighten. When he popped open the buttons, it raised her skin on her gooseflesh. Her nipples, too. It made her cheeks burn, and she hoped he wouldn’t look up as he crouched to slide her pants down.

Nude, she quickly turned around. ”I’ll just —” she glanced at the filled, steaming tub, ”— get in.”

Using her good hand to hold on to the side of the bathtub, she climbed in. She deliberately didn’t look at him while he undressed himself. The water made her sigh, immediately warming her up to her bones.

The size of the tub meant she had to settle between his outstretched legs, back to chest.

The soap wasn’t scented, but it wasn’t unpleasant either, forming a lather quickly between his palms. He was methodical and thorough, scrubbing both of her arms, mindful of her right wrist and elbow. When he drew the washcloth across her back, the pressure on her muscles made her sigh in pleasure. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this.

”Sorry,” she muttered, though she wasn’t really, terribly, ”That just felt really good.”

”Would you like me to —”

”Yes,” she said, without thinking. His hands on her felt glorious, and she felt both giddy and loose as he returned to her back, stroking up with his strong thumbs.

He washed her hair, too, pulling out the pins and undoing the frayed braids she kept tied up in buns, fingers gentle on her scalp, thumbs at the base of her skull. She couldn't help the sounds escaping her lips at that, something between a faint moan and a whine. It made her cheeks even warmer but he didn't seem to mind, just kept combing his fingers through her wet hair, now streaming down her chest. On the next slide down, he continued until his fingers were on her thigh.

She tried to hold herself back. Her first reaction was to spread her legs, but it was just her body answering to a base stimulation, wasn’t it? There was nothing inherently suggestive about the touch, was there? But then his fingers curled, making sparks travel up her spine, and the tightening of her muscles made her back arc, her palms press flat against the bottom of the tub. Pain flared up her hurt arm.

Instantly, his fingers disappeared as he took her arm gently and lifted it, cupped her shoulder to squeeze it lightly, which eased the pain a bit. The hurting did nothing to drive the arousal away. She was keenly aware of how close he was. Just an inch and she could be pressed against him fully.

She wanted that, suddenly, more than anything.

”You can tell me to stop,” she said, not quite a whisper, before scooting back.

She could feel his breathing stop for a moment, then his deep inhale as he let her settle and wrapped his other arm loosely around her. She fit perfectly in his arms. It felt natural, as did the way his hand returned to her thigh and finished its journey.

Was this sex? Because he was her father, and that—that would be wrong. It just felt good that he stroked her slowly, thumb seconding that motion, drawing circles on the side of her breast. Not much different than his hands on her arms and back. Every time she felt like she was closing in on that edge, he slowed down, hand moving back to stroke her thigh instead. It was what she would have done herself, if she had the time to indulge, which she hadn’t planned to do. But here, now, with her dad, it felt like he had decided for her that it was okay to take that time.

”Please don’t stop,” she said, low, a little needy, when he kept his fingers away and concentrated on running his other palm down her chest and belly and then up. It was nice, but she ached now, enough to reveal how much she really liked it. He enjoyed it too, after all, if the shape of him against the small of her back was any indication.

”Do you want to finish?” His words were a puff of hot air on her twitching ear.

”No. Yes, I mean,” she bit her lip as his mouth touched her neck, his beard scratching just so. ”No, but I don’t want you to stop.” This was a part she couldn’t do herself, she realized, no matter how hard she tried to prolong the pleasure. But another person could do it, pull back at the last second

She wondered if he was thinking the same.

”Very well.” His fingertips pushed between her legs again.

His slow touch became all the more maddening; it made her cant her hips and try to grind against his fingers to get more pressure, and every time his hand retreated, and he held her gently but surely against him. His breathing was harder, too, and eventually he rocked his hips too, rubbing against her back. It made her shiver that he found that pleasure in her, that this wasn’t just humoring her.

The sound he huffed into her shoulder was almost like a laughter. He pressed his fingers harder against her flesh again, rubbing up and down, fingertips just reaching where he could breach her body, where she was slick. The tiniest puff of air on her eartip had her trembling. She wanted nothing but for him to kiss her ear and push his fingers in.

He did both, and neither: he licked her ear, quickly, and pushed just the tips of two fingers deeper. She squirmed, wanting both of those sensations fully. Part of her wanted to end this game now, for him to touch her hard and fast, one part still wondering if it could go on.

”I want-” she began, cut off by another whine-moan. The pleasure pulsed everywhere in her veins. She hated his retreating hands, wanted his touch. It was so close.

He returned to touching her belly and breasts instead, kissing her shoulders and the side of her neck not covered by her hair. Just the movement of the water caused by her moving her legs felt good on her flesh and she spread her thighs as wide as she could, locking her ankles with his. The lowest his hand drifted was her pubic mound.

”I hate you,” she whined quietly, but couldn’t help the gasp of laughter that followed.

”We can stop.” He kissed the spot under her ear, and the prickling of his beard on her sensitive skin made her let out an undignified sound.

Suddenly, a noise shook them from the moment.

Heart in her throat, Mareth dislodged herself from him, moving as far away as she could. Shades.

”Stay,” he instructed, and she felt the water splash as he left the tub. She closed her eyes and let herself lean on the side of the tub he had just sat against. A rustle of clothes. His warmth somewhere closer again.

”Oh, sorry -”

It was Wil, of all people.

Mareth had to open her eyes. The sight was still intimate, but hopefully much less damning, Allanon, mostly dressed, kneeling by the tub, his hands letting go of her hair.

Her cheeks were warm, but she spoke.

”It’s okay, I just — couldn’t wash my own hair.”

Wil smiled, surprised, clearly, but not taken aback. Hopefully, he was mostly amused by seeing them in such a familial setting. There was nothing inappropriate about a father helping his daughter after all.

”I’ll leave you to it,” Wil said, taking a step back already. ”Don’t use all the warm water, alright?”

When the door closed, she let out an exasperated laugh. Allanon’s fingers returned to petting her ear instead. She turned her head so he could cup her cheek and they looked each other in the eye for the first time during this whole encounter.

”Can we find a room here somewhere?” She bit her lip, wondering if the spell had lifted.

He smiled.