#destil on the other hand...

[darkmoonravewolf]

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[personwhowrites]

Can you do 141 team x reader where Y/n is a sniper, she was shot on her right eye by enemy sniper. It was her good eye because her right eye is 6 times greater then normal and her skills where she never miss her enemy. Her lover help her by teaching her using her other eye of practicing for her other eye. Y/n is back in the fight after all the practice for her left eye.

I loved writing this, I went more into destil. I hope you enjoy this!- E< <3

Replaceable

It was a mission like no other. The wind whistled in your ears as you stood on the small hill, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you stared into the scope of your sniper rifle. Staring at the dead target, you never anticipated the shot that would come from the other direction. Panic flooded your body as you felt a sharp pain in your head. You fell to the ground and covered your mouth, not wanting to let anyone know you were alive. As you lay there, you heard your lover voice on the radio.

“Y/n!”

John captain price

The moment Price saw your body hit the floor, he ordered everyone to shoot up the place. He rushed to your side, panic setting in as he saw you lifeless. As he approached your body, you suddenly cried out in pain, a sign of life that filled him with relief.

Price carefully cradled you in his arms, his expression full of panic and desperation. He felt a lump in his throat as he looked at the blood spilling from your eye, and he shouted orders for someone to help you, to save your life. His heart raced as he rushed you back to the others, praying silently that you would make it.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a hospital bed, unable to see out of your right eye. The eye that had carried you through your whole career, your life and your will to feel important. Price sat up from the chair and immediately walked over to the side of the bed you lay in. He grabbed your hand gently and released a sigh of relief.

“Y/n…I’m so glad you’re alive..” Price said, kissing your hand and squeezing it tightly as you turned your head to face him. “I thought.. I lost you..” His voice was filled with emotion as he said this, and his eyes were filled with concern and adoration. You felt a warmth inside as you stared into his eyes, and you could tell he was truly relieved that you were alive and safe. You knew that no matter what happened, he would always be there for you.

Price refused to let you give up, training you day and night to make sure you never felt alone. The others tried their best to help as well, and eventually, you were ready to take on the working field.

Once more you stood by a hidden hill, looking through the scope of your gun. As Price ordered you to shoot, time seemed to freeze. You took the dangerous shot and quickly got down. Silence hung in the air until the cheers of the others broke it.

“Beautiful shot princess!” Price exclaimed with a laugh. You felt proud of yourself for taking the shot, and you were grateful for the support of your team. You had come a long way from where you started, and you knew that you could do anything you put your mind to.

Kyle “Gaz”Garrick

Gaz saw your body fall down on the cold concrete floor and panic set in as he saw the ever-growing pool of blood around your head. Fear and dread coursed through his veins as he rushed to your aid, his voice desperate and urgent as he called for a medic. He carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms, his eyes searching for any sign of the medic, praying silently that you would be okay.

The last thing you remember before you blacked out was the sound of his voice, desperate and determined to get you the help you needed. He carefully carried you away from the danger, his arms protectively draped around you as he ran, never letting go.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed, surrounded by tubes and needles. Fear overwhelmed you as you realized that you could only see darkness out of your right eye. Price and Gaz were there, and before Price could come over to check on you, Gaz immediately pushed him away and rushed to your side.

“Y/n.. oh my god you’re okay.. thank god," he said as he kissed your forehead gently. "Hey.. just breathe, it's okay.."

He started stroking your hair and holding you close. He stayed by your side, never leaving, and his presence was a comforting reminder that you weren't alone.

You held your hand up to your right eye, desperately hoping to see something, but Gaz quickly moved your hand away and delivered the most devastating news: you had lost your good eye, the one that you depended on for your very life. The shock and grief hit you like a wave, and you struggled to comprehend what had happened.

You watched from the sidelines as the others trained and became accustomed to the mission, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hold a gun and aim it at a target. Gaz noticed your distress and began to train you with your left eye, despite your protests. Slowly but surely, you began to adjust, your bond with Gaz growing strong, and the other members began to take notice. Soon, what started as friendship blossomed into something more, an unspoken love that was shared between the two of you.

Gaz’s voice crackled through the radio, a whisper of reassurance: “Just breathe. Everything is going to be okay."

You felt your hands trembling as you adjusted your aim, your ragged breaths echoing in the silence. Taking a deep breath, you fired the shot, and a moment of stillness followed. Then, you heard his praises, and you knew that you had done it.

His laughter rang out as he exclaimed, “Good job! Fuck yeah! I knew you could do it!"

You sank to your knees beside a concrete wall, tears of joy streaming down your face. All the training with him had truly changed you for the best. You could still hear the others giving you praises, but it was Gaz's that had the most impact.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap was right beside you, witnessing the whole thing. The bullet hit your face, the pain causing you to stumble and lose consciousness. It took him a moment to comprehend what had just happened.The target was dead, but it seemed someone else had taken an interest in you. Panic finally set in Soap’s mind as he quickly grabbed you and called in a distress signal on his radio. You had been hit.

You awoke to a sudden jolt of pain in your arm, followed by the sound of a medic’s voice. Soap immediately rose from his chair in shock as Gaz and Price looked on in surprise. They were taken aback to see you up and about.

“Y/n!" Soap exclaimed in equal parts panic and relief. "You’re alive!"

Price put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Easy now.. she still doesn't seem to be fully aware." Price says then looked at you with a serious expression, "Y/n.. we.. need to tell you something."

The sudden panic on Soap’s face told the story. The darkness in your right eye further confirmed it. You let out a quiet sob as Price explained what had happened. Without hesitation, Soap rushed to your side and held you close, offering comfort and support.

Soap pulled you into a tight embrace and murmured softly, “Hey hey.. it’s okay. I won't let you give up in your work field." He paused, stroking your hair as you continued to cry. "Come on.. head up now, Bonnie."

The process was long and hard, and everything seemed so pointless to you. Yet Soap didn’t let you give up, encouraging you to keep going and so you did. It took a couple of months to finally get ready to go on the mission. Some had their doubts, but Soap cheered you on for coming back.

The target was open and visible, and Prive’s voice crackled through the radio, ordering you to shoot. Your hands began to tremble as you fumbled for the trigger, trying to steady your aim. You heard Price's voice again, asking if you had received the order.

“Its okay Bonnie.. you got this..” Soap whispered next you. “Come on.”

You took a deep breath, steadied your aim, and fired. In that moment, Soap grabbed your face and kissed you, blocking out everything else around you. That moment was the start of something bigger, and you two soon became an official couple.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost was three buildings away when he heard the gunshot, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew it had to be you, and he ran as fast as he could to your side. When he arrived, he saw you lying on the ground, a pool of blood staining the pavement around you. He was frozen for a few seconds, the shock of the situation hitting him hard, before he was able to react.

He called for help, but in his heart, he felt as though you were already gone. Price had to grab Ghost and pull him away, as a medic took you away in a helicopter. Ghost wanted to follow after you, but Price gave him a firm grip and stopped him from seeing you in such a bad state.

When you woke up, he was right next to you, his hand gently clasping yours. He moved away when he saw you were awake, and a look of relief passed over him. He spoke to you softly, delivering the news in the most gentle way he could. He watched as you broke down and laid in the hospital bed, not knowing what to do to comfort you.

He pulled his mask off and gently cupped your face in his hands. Soap and Gaz walked in on the two of you, just as Ghost was leaning in to kiss you.

“I’m so glad you're okay, y/n. I don't know what I would do without you...” Ghost mumbled, before leaning in to place a long, lingering kiss on your lips, revealing his true feelings for you.

Soap and Gaz watched from the doorway as you and Ghost stood together in an awkward silence. His hands remained on your face, gently wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He then sat down on the bed and pulled you into a comforting hug. It was the best support he could offer, and you understood.

At first he agreed to let you leave the army field, thinking it would keep you safe and he could protect you better. But, as soon as he saw your body language change, he started pushing you to train with your other eye, even though you felt like you couldn’t do it sometimes. He knew it was the best course of action and you followed his lead.

Days and nights went by, and he didn’t let you rest. Ghost wanted you to regain the confidence you had once held, and your bond with him grew stronger. He would occasionally try to flirt with you, as if he wanted to start something up between the two of you. The day you returned to the work field he stare at you, hoping that you really were ready.

“He’s on your left, wearing a red shirt and blue pants," Price said over the radio as you held your gun tightly. "Lead him to a more secluded area."

“Copy that," you responded, slightly following the person. "Target is alone and in sight."

“I’ve got my eye on you, y/n," Ghost said, sending a shiver down your spine. "Everything is safe on my end."

You took note of that and peered through your scope. For a moment, your vision seemed blurry and fuzzy, as if you were losing your sight. You blinked a few times to clear it and focused on the target.

“Y/n, shoot," Price ordered over the radio, making you fire off a shot in an instant. "Good shot, clean and perfect."

You thanked the captain before moving away from public sight. You were grateful for their help and wanted to show your appreciation. As you moved away, you felt a sense of relief wash over.

When you met at the safe house, you grabbed Ghost’s arm and pulled him in for a gentle embrace. You kissed his cheek, showing him the same confidence and affection you had when you first met.

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

LA By Night should have had a way bigger following on tumblr seeing as it has the Most Tumblr Ship i've ever seen:

Edgy Sadboy vampire guy with brutal trust issues, kind of a literal serial killer but with a heart of gold <3, a tragic habit of jumping in front of other people to catch bullets and/or literal fireballs for them, Sneaky™, sassy and full of dated references, owns a lot of Knives. they're all monsters but unlike the others he's noteably monstrous and hideous on the outside. also he lives? in an evil underground labyrinth? I cannot overstate how beauty and the beast coded the concept is

cursed bisexual vampire blood witch. ethereal beauty. very spacy vibes. endlessly patient, until she’s not and starts shooting literal lightning. was called to a board meeting about vampire turf wars and supernatural attacks and brought everyone flowers (one was even a complicated reference to a running joke). attended Woodstock. lives (works?) in an observatory.

aforementioned emo boy was doing her a favour and nearly got burned to a crisp in the process. she gave him a healing potion for the pain (he would have healed by himself eventually) that was later revealed to be extremely rare and the only one she had.

she keeps giving this man jewellery and he immediately wears it everywhere

due to a protective spell she has running he literally cannot initiate touch without severely burning his hands. finding this out did not stop him from immediately making the same mistake again.

they had a literal library/study date

their first kiss was preceded by the line "I think I've been alone long enough" and they were. literally floating in mid-air. during all of it.

tell me if you destilled the Tumblr aesthetic all the way down it would not result in this exact visual. you'd be lying.

[sorcerous-caress]

We die at the same time | Wyll

[angst, comfort, themes of depression, guilt, nb!reader]

[Part of the Wyll's Week event]

It was always the same, at the end of the day, the same quietness welcomed you back to the camp, an eerie contrast to the scream filled battlefield you were just at hours ago.

It was always the same routine, wash away the blood, wipe any pieces of torn flesh, heal any re-opened wounds.

Gather your companions and do a headcount, gather your supplies and gears, gather the lurching of your stomach as you force down food, gather your sainty and go to bed.

It was always the same, but it never got easier. How could it? How could you sleep after taking a life. You almost swear you could feel their souls tugging away at your flesh, that look of certain dread in their eyes when they know they'll meet their fate, it haunts you whenever you close yours.

Your companions were always the same, it seemed no amount of death could phase them. Beating hearts of stone, you wondered.

How does it come so easily to them? Why not you?

Why do they easily succeed without trying at something you've been giving your all yet constantly failing at.

It was never fair, life was never fair.

Death was fair at least, you thought, no matter how powerful an opponent might be, they all always met the same end by your own stained hands.

The glint of their eyes slowly vanishing as their dead corpse laid on the floor, still warm, blood confused in their viens on why the stream suddenly stilled, on why the breath suddenly dropped, on why the heart suddenly stopped.

The chatter of your companions faded, as they healed and regrouped, the druid and cleric tending to the others' wounds, the mage adjusting his prepared spells. You were granted a solid ten minutes of solitude to kneel besides the corpse, before life had to move on, and your group of misfits had to stumble into their next misfortune.

As you laid on your bedroll, facing the dim night sky, your thoughts wandered.

What's the point of it all?

The abyss whispered back.

What's the point of anything?

A clear dark sky, not a single star in sight, even the moon veiled away her light.

Endless darkness, a comforting familiarity, much like eternal death it was always the same. Everyone and everything was the same under the dark, a beautiful melody on a constant loop, until you could remember nought, not even your own name.

Maybe you too should join, you've always pictured your own image onto every corpse you've encountered, your reflection in their hollow eyes. wondered what your own body would look like in their place, how slow those ten minutes would feel for your companions before they too had to eventually move on.

"You seem deeply troubled, one might say the weight of the world was on your shoulders." A friendly voice, a warm ember amidst the void becones you.

Glowing as you cradle it, destilling your blood, melting the frozen ice off of your numb cold fingertips. Your own colour returns to your face.

You open your eyes, Wyll's asymmetrical eyes meet you.

"A restless sleep? You kept tossing and turning" his lips move, you register his words slowly.

Were you sleeping? Your heart is hammering against your chest.

The stars glitter above you, the lady moon shines brightly, half vieled yet still ever so elegant. Fire crackles next to your bedroll, your other companions resting peacefully.

"I'm fine." You say out of reflex, anything to get away from that concern filled gaze.

You lie and he lets you, you steady your breathing and he waits.

"Maybe a walk would clear your head?" He extends his hand, you eye it carefully.

"Do you have a place in mind?"

"You could say that."

His hands are not soft, yet his grip is firm and comforting, the grip of a hand which has felt the handle of a blade more than the comfort of bedsheets.

And so Wyll leads you to an opening amidst the forest trees, hand in hand as his other held a bundled soft blanket.

You can't help but eye his horns, they give the illusion of making him look taller. The small rigges bulging below his soft skin failed to make his smile any less warmer, to make his face any less charming. Mizora might have celebrated her small victory, yet the truth remained, she failed to strip Wyll of anything of value, of anything that truly made him himself.

You vowed to never forget his original eye colour, you've even written it out in a notebook stashed under your pillow. Even if he forgets it, you'll be sure to remind him.

If Wyll proved anything, it's that you can take everything that made a human human, everything but their humanity, and their humanity was everything.

Only when he let's go of your hand do you snap back to reality. Having already reached your destination, Wyll spreads the blanket on top of the ground below, a tight fit for two.

"Get comfortable, the air is fresh and the night is still young."

And so you do, sitting down on the soft blanket. Wyll joins you after, giving you the courtesy of choosing your own space as he settles with what you left for him.

You realise he is waiting for you to start after a few moments of silent.

"I don't know," you eventually say, "what I'm feeling I mean."

The air is gentle around you two, breeze tangling with the leaves of the nearby trees. An owl is perched up against a branch, eyeing the cricket nuzzled between the tree's roots. The forest never sleeps.

You continue. "Maybe I'm not strong enough for this. Each day, I wake up and I think it will become easier, but it never does."

The owl turns its head, feigning disinterest. The cricket goes quiet at the subtle sound of feathers ruffling, the branch creeks.

"And we've reached this far, we're almost at the city gates and i keep telling myself to just hold on a little longer, how much of a waste it would've all been if I gave up now."

The cricket moves, a simple step spelling its doom as the owl swifly dives down. A peak so sharp holds the fragile insect hostage, the owl flies off as it makes its way back home. The death of another will feed her children to grow strong and healthy, she seems proud of herself.

"But I just can't." You swallow down the urge to throw up, their blood is on your hands, their screams in your dreams, their flesh beneath your feet. "How do you manage? How do any of you function?"

And why can't you?

"In truth, no one does." There's defeat laced through his words, a deep seeded regret in the hollow of his cheeks, "You assume everyone else knows what they're doing."

"So we're all just pretending that this is normal?"

The baby owls cry and squeak, the sturdy nest barely makes a sound as their mother perches on its edge. The cricket must be digested before it's shared. Her babies will be fed.

"Isn't it normal?"

The cricket gives one final push with all of his strength, one last silent scream into the void. I was here, he says, I existed, and whilst brief my life mattered. His strength is not enough, the owl swallows him down, the world keeps turning anyway.

The death of another, the birth of another.

"It's a delicate balance" Wyll says, "we're doing this for a reason, to save a lot of people. We're not needlessly claiming lives and carving a path of blood for no reason, We've avoided as many fights as we could afford."

"Yet we still took many lives."

"Yes, and we shouldn't deny it, much like how we shouldn't deny that we tried, we really tried to make it better and no one can say that we didn't."

His hands look cold, you think, reaching over your hold them in yours. And you're correct. The warmth is fleeting from his fingertips.

Wyll leans closer as you softly blow warm air against his fingers, warming them and holding them close to your chest. There's a glint in his eyes, an awe.

To be met with such gentleness, to be mirrored the same kindness, his walls crack down.

"I dread going back into the city" Wyll confesses, "to tarnish the memory i held in people's minds with my current appearance. To many, the blade of frontiers died long ago."

He brings one of your hands to his chest just like you did, he presses it against the space between his lungs.

"But I haven't, and you haven't. We are both very much alive" his voice, a mere whisper, barely louder than the two heartbeats you're listening to.

"What makes you think we will stay alive?"

"We will, you will" Wyll says, "at least you will, I wil make sure of it."

His embrace is warmer than your bedroll. He looks at you as if you hung the moon in the sky in front of you, and yet you're held as if you were even more precious.

When a human touches your skin, when a human holds you close, when a human lets you in, it stays with you for the rest of your life.

"We will do whatever it takes." Determination drips from his tongue, "fight ever harder, be ever stronger"

To make you stronger is the only gift a person sure of their eventual departure could offer you. Wyll's arms hold you as if it was the last time he'll get the chance to.

Maybe it's what he's used to, never offered the luxury of security within a person's heart. Always fleeting, always sharpening the blade.

-

Each night is endless. You think the sun would never rise again, and the dark can be especially deceptive when you least expect it.

You've been here before, many times before, and you've survived the night and its dark thoughts, many times before.

As it always was, the sun rises again, the same.

You'll be here again, but you won't be alone, not anymore. Even if you were, his words will be the amber to shield you with its light until the morning comes, until your brain is clear again.

"What's my purpose Wyll? In all of this" you're laying on top of him, head buried into his chest, hugging of his arms to yours.

"What's the purpose of a sunset being pretty?" His mind isn't so sharp with the haziness of sleep clouding it, a yawn escapes him.

You stare at the sunset in front of you and try to see what he sees in you.

"What's the purpose of a dull blade if not to signal when the war has come to end, when peace has flourished." His other arm strokes your back, his voice is sleepy, his words are slow.

"You want to get dull? Get old and lose your edge with me?"

"I want to be loved, like many of us do." You see yourself in him, as he says that, see your worries mirrored, "a dull blade can claim no lives, a dull blade can raise no tragedies"

His lips meet the top of your head, a gentle kiss.

"I want you, I want to grow old with you. In any form, in any universe, in any way." His eyes flutter shut, the sunrays are comfortably warm against his body, your own bodyheat like a weighted blanket on top of him.

"You'd be with a killer."

"Then give me your sins and let's bear them together"

[ratjay-art]

I’ve played so many warlocks, and I love giving each of them unique eldritch blasts. This is missing Gh0st’s eldritch blast (ghost in the machine warlock with an electric blue blast) and the name of Remissio’s patron (Caiphon). Between these 5 I have 3 different generation of D&D- Francis & Iris are 3.5 (when there was no mechanical difference between the patrons), Pepper is 4e, and Slade & Remissio are 5e. 

Undercut is some more details on each one. 

Remissio (Tiefling, Caiphon)- His eldritch blast look like a starry night sky, with something he’d almost call the Dream Whisperer itself in the center. Something orbits the outside of the main mass at all time, and he’s never been brave enough to try and stop them. 

Pepper (Tiefling, Acererak)- By far one of the simpler blasts, Pepper’s swirl with arcane magic that seems to rot everything it touches. It’s a deep, almost black red- a color which matches the Demi-liches’ own magics. 

Iris (Faun, patron never named)- Her blasts are vibrant and swirling with leaves and petals. There’s a warmth to them if she holds it, which reminds her of the Nymph she gained the power from (among other fey gifts...). 

Francis (Human, Belial and a clawlock)- Despite Belial’s associate with the color red, Francis’ blast take on a sickly purple that clings to him. It has done as much damage to his own body as it has done to others, something made even more true when they form the claws he use to fight. 

Slade (Viera, Destille, and a clawlock)- Slade’s blasts are more similar to Iris’ than Francis. It swirls with the sands the sleeping dragon is buried under, and is warm to the touch- though the sand does wrap around his wrist, ready to form into the next one as the first leaves his hand. 

[shewhowas39]

gonna add a few thoughts tot his. like kitten, i've had a lot of writing experience, including as a writing teacher. and dialogue is easily my favorite thing to write.

1.) "Read out loud" is hands down the best advice for this topic. there's an old clip of Harrison Ford talking about telling George Lucas that just because he can write things doesn't mean they're easy to say. sometimes something you write down doesn't actually sound natural coming out of someone's mouth. to this day, I tend to speak my dialogue out loud as I write it. It makes a big difference.

2.) Re: Dialogue Tags: so let me clarify the reason you're supposed to use them sparingly. it isn't that the dialouge should speak for itself. it's more that words like "said/says" and "asked/asks" become invisible to the reader in a way. where as more elaborate tags like "exclaim" or "mumble" or "shouted" etc stand out. too many of these stand out words can become distracting. i once read a novel where it seemed like every other dialogue tag was "screamed," "exclaimed," or "shouted." i don't remember anything about this book except that i felt like the characters were constnatly yelling and it took me out of the story. that does NOT mean to never use specific tags. it just means to be intentional about it, as kitten said. do it knowing it's going to have an impact and will stand out ot your reader. do it specifically in places where the words and punctuation don't make it obvious.

2b.) Adverbs: everything i said above can also be applied to the use of adverbs in dialogue tags. so things like "says quietly" or "asks gently" etc. sometimes you'll see the advice to never use adverbs in your work. this is again an over generalization. is it true that most of the time you can go into your draft and cut about 50% or more adverbs (not just in dialogue tags) and it will read better? yes, but that's often because there's a better, more concise verb that works better. even then, though, sometimes an adverb is still the best choice. you can use them in your dialogue tags, just be sure you are doing it with intnet because, much like the stand out tags from above, they will catch a reader's attention. too many can be distracting.

3.) Dialogue In Fiction Isn't Actually Realistic: next time you have a conversation, take note of how long it takes. people tend to circle around their point, go off on tangeants, etc. a five minute conversation in ral life is pretty brief, right? in fiction, that's about 5 pages to get to what is likely a very simple point. the trick with writing dialogue is to destill the essence of it so that it *feels* real to a reader, but without all the meandering that a real conversation would have. you can do this by incorporating a lot of kitten's advice. one exercise i give my students sometimes is to eavesdrop on a conversation. afterward determine what the point behind that conversation was and try to rewrite it. Not word-for-word but the essence of the conversation, working in all the verbal ticks and such that you heard. good dialogue has the illusion of realism, because a real word for word conversation might take 10 pages to just get to the point of "what is for dinner?" (note: reading screenplays is a great way to think about this as well. these rules apply for movie dialogue because films are between 90-120 pages of script usually, with each page being 1 minute of screentime. so screenwriters have to be very concise while still writing dialogue that feels natural.)

anyway tl;dr kitten has a lot of great points here. i'm just an asshole who wanted to add my 2 cents even tho no one asked me lol

I've had a fair few people ask me how I write dialogue, and other than touting the sort-of-dismissive-feeling "I've had a lot of practice and have been doing this a long time" comment I usually make, here are a few quick tips for improving dialogue writing.

1) Listen to people talk. Like. This sounds very "no fuckin duh." But I don't mean casually overhearing conversations. I mean if you have a character with a specific background, then get some headphones and find video/audio of someone you envision them speaking like, close your eyes, and simply listen. Full immersion. Let the cadence of their voice and the vocabulary they use wash over you. Absorb it.

2) Read some screenplays and start listening to dialogue like a writer. Screenplays are a good source because film/television often relies heavily on dialogue to communicate character. The lines are intentional, they're economic, they convey ideas in a way that most of us wouldn't be able to come up with off the cuff. Consider the different ways lines can be delivered and how that can change their entire meaning.

3) Everyone has vocal tics. We all have certain ways of speaking. It's where regional accents and slang come from and it's how we express a specific image of ourselves. People SPEAK differently. Uptalk, vocal fry, pauses for emphasis, laughing to lighten the heaviness of the words, certain turns of phrase, mumbling, showmanship, whatever. Train your ear to clock those things and figure out how to use them to bring out character personality.

4) Check out some improv. If you have an improv group in your area, check them out! There's also tons of improv content online. If you're ever like "how did someone come up with that absolute fucking BANGER of a line just off the top of their head???" The answer is 1) they probably didn't just think of it, and 2) they've practiced rapid-fire back and forth, often with a comedic bent.

5) Read out loud. If you're ever like "what would a real person sound like saying this," you have the answer. Say it yourself, in the way you envision them saying it, and see where it sounds clunky and can be smoothed out. Is there a way for you to convey emphasis where it's needed?

6) Dialogue tags do in fact matter. Every once in a while you'll see the advice that you should NEVER use dialogue tags besides "says/said" because "the dialogue should speak for itself." It's mostly bullshit. Don't use them for the sake of adding a different tag to every line of dialogue, but the WAY people say things can change the meaning of the words. So use them intentionally.

7) PRACTICE. Look. I fuckin know lol. But this advice always stands. Any creative expression requires practice to improve. It's incredibly rare to have a "natural" talent for anything. So just keep on keeping on. You're doing great. And you will continue to improve.

[wayfarerrye]

In response to all the comparison between Hermitcraft and Dream SMP.

To be fair to Dream SMP,

Hermitcraft was Created and Destilled in An very Different Time, and had Time To Grow, Change, and no one really did it full time until later, and even then it had created it's identity already.

Dream SMP on the other hand was created During 2020. I could leave it there, and y'all would get it.

But I won't because maybe one day someone won't.

Dream SMP grew in months where no one had anything else to do but be online, creators and fans alike, for 24/7 lots of us were in constant horror of the ways our governments were handling it, or weren't. (Keep in mind Dream SMP Members are mostly UK or North American (Canada, US, and Mexico))

We watched as people didn't take is seriously, and the weeks turned into months that continued Dragged On, and The Deniers Got Scarrier and Louder. So Much Bad seems to be happening Every Time you refreshed your news feed.

So Dream SMP, much like any media or story is a reflection of their time.

So with that in mind, who is still actually genuinely shocked that the stories that it became, is centred around Corruption, Intentions, and Consequences?

Look me in the eye if you are in one of the countries that was or is mishandling Covid and try and tell me you didn't listen to Technoblade and a part of you didn't go 'he may have an idea'

[ellestra]

One man rescue

It’s hardly a surprise when it’s so expected. Everyone has been speculating about this appearance (and how it could happen) but it’s one thing to anticipate and other to see. After all it couldn’t have been more awesome. The way he went through Dark Troopers like they were butter. Din barely survived one. The whole team had no chance to survive those outside the door. He destroyed the whole platoon. And we only see most of it on a tiny security screen but it’s still awesome. And awe inducing. And then we see the hands first and we are already sure even before we see his face.

This whole sequence is a perfect destillation of why The Mandalorian is so much more fun than The Sequel Trilogy. It delivers everything fans want in the most awesome way possible while also hooking the casual viewers with the way it delivers those moments - fun action and relevant to the plot at hand.

And I love how the season ended with such a great win for basically everyone we care about. They secured the ship wit no loses and saved Grogu. Din found Jedi who can teach the Child. Cara got Moff Gideon for the New Republic. Bo-Katan got the ship for her cause. And Boba and Fenec paid their debt. The bad guys are defeated. The good guys won.

And yet it feels like a loss. The whole Darksaber thing means that Din and Bo-Katan are stuck and I’m not looking forward to them fighting for it (it’s a trope I have never been particularly fond of). She came for this one thing and Moff Gideon found a way to keep it away from her. And from the way he shot her first I think it was on purpose. There is clearly some bad blood there on both sides.

And Din has lost his son just as he got him back again. Grogu is no longer just a Child to him and he would do anything for him - go through any obstacle, sacrifice any prize and even give up his Way (he doesn’t just take his helmet off in public to save him - he does it just because Grogu asks). And in the end he does what he thinks is the best for Grogu. Even if it means losing him again. This was the mission and this is what everyone says is the right thing (it was the mission after all). Still, I hope this is not the end of their relationship. I certainly hope it doesn’t mean Grogu gets killed by Kylo Ren.

But at least we more than we came for as Boba and Fennec walked of to their own show and I can’t wait for more of Temuera Morrison and Ming-Na Wen.

[trondopeacekeeper]

🗝

🗝️: Secret Night

TRONDO/HALVOR stuff because I ship these two until the end. Fluff/sex/alcohol (not explicit)

''There is an incident that I can't or shouldn't easely forget. I have tried but it's something that my goddammed mind doesn't want to discard and casually it always shows up during the most unexpected times. Ah, shit... Mun put me into this situation and you have the key, so I suppose I don't have another option.

I warn you, anon, I don't want a single word about it out of this room. If any other dragons would ever know about what happened that day, I can assure you that you won't sleep at nights''.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

All the story began at the Summer Festival celebration on Dry Canyon. It's a night party where the Peacekeepers gather and welcome the beggining of the Summer in the Dragon Realms. We usually set a big fire at sunset, pray the honor for our ancestors and dance until dawn.

But there is a secret that the rest of Dragons don't know about: It's also Peacekeepers mating time. And we search for a partner almost insatiably.

As you can imagine, party is party, and in our Realm we destill a real strong liquid from cactus fruit. It is called Dragon Breath and it was the main star of that night. The beverage flowed like water at the party and all of my friends seemed too happy... Myself included.

Then, the games started. The marvelous idea of creating a silly game was suddenly thought by Maximos. We had to test our strenght. This test consisted on charge attacking shaped Gnorc targets placed all around. One by one, we tried but no one was hitting the targets with such accuracy as Halvor did. After all, my friend is the Ram Dragon and a Master of the Charge Attack, so he had no rival. He destroyed each and every one of them with the same ease as breathing.

Halvor and I have always been very good friends, brothers in arms. Yes, we have gone through many adventures together. He gave me a hand in the worst scenarios and we have always shared a great confidence. But what happened that night it just passed over all my expectations... Uhh, I have to admit it was sweet. And I still feel the stupid guilt because I liked it so much.

I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol that clouded my senses or the lusty emotion of the tribal music rumbling in my ears ... But a very knowing heat grew inside my thighs while seeing Halvor's movements. His muscular and scaly body dancing with that masculine vitality, flames shining upon his thick black plates.

I saw a great warrior. Among other things that were less appropiate. His charming presence affected me greatly. Why was I paying so much attention to the sensuality of his eyes? In the shape of his chest? I had seen Halvor a million times, damn it! But never that way. Never like that night.

I had to withdraw from the party to a canyon, away from the crowd. My heart was pounding like a crazy and was hard to stand that unbearable heat between my legs. There, alone, I tried to clear my mind. My rational part was saying no. But my emotional side screamed for Halvor's touch and kisses...

But that strong-headed noticed my absence and looked everywhere until he found me. When landed behind me, he walked towards with a victorious pose.

''Why did you leave?'' Halvor asked with that never ending smile. ''I have never seen you like that... You don't usually withdraw from a challenge so easely. Maybe did you hate losing in front of me?''

The fool thought I felt offended by losing in front of him. Silly ram head ... You were playing the innocent, because you know me too well. You knew very well what was happening to my mind. Before I could make up any excuses, Halvor leaned toward me with a seductive face and stroked my scaly beard. I was stunned.

''Are you going to tell me, Trondo? Or I should go back with the others and continue with my show off?'' asked with his natural seductiveness. He was getting closer and closer, and I could smell the Dragon's Breath in his jaws. Fuck, we were so drunk and he was looking so hot...

No words were needed. I grabbed him by the waist and kissed his lips right there, stars the only whitnesses of that secret passion. Our jaws joined in a passionate kiss. Our tongues fought each other and our fangs collided.

That was my answer.

My mind was flying away. My body so hot it could have melt steel. Despite our drunken state, we were both well aware of what was happening and something was real: we wanted and needed each other.

Our tails entwined. My claws explored his strong pectorals, scaly abdominals and inner thighs without any shame, until we joined our bodies together under the moon light. In the distance, I could hear the noise of the party, how our friends were still singing and dancing completely unaware to our heavy pleasure moans...

The next morning, when I woke up and saw Halvor naked curling up next to me, mixed feelings assaulted me. I really enjoyed his body against mine, the way he screamed my name... But what was going to happen now?

After a while, Halvor also woke up. When those blue eyes met my confused and blushed face, all what he could do was let out a nonchalantly laugh before explaining me a little secret. ''The truth is that everything came out to order. Maximos' game was really my idea. I wanted to prove myself in front of you... I thought that you saw me more like a friend or a warrior. I like you, Trondo. I always did everything possible to catch your attention'' Halvor confessed with that cheerful attitude he had, as smiling as ever.

That's the Peacemaker's way of showing love interest. I growled but hugged him lovingly, wrapping my wings around his body.

''And for having me surrender at your feet, you didn't come up with another better idea than head butt with everything you come across, eh? Then let me tell that it worked perfectly'' I whispered against his neck. The warm wind of the first summer day whispered between our naked bodies. Halvor dared to tease me again and I had no more option than giving what he wanted... Again.

After that night, we vowed to not tell what happened to anyone. It's out little secret... But everytime Summer Festival is approaching, I can't help but thinking about that intimate moment we shared together.

[istherewifiinhell]

you know what fine. they cant hurt me here [closes my eyes] if u asked me how i would do the tos g1 crossover like. heres a thought. start it with the enterprise meeting the decepticons. and contrive a reason that megatron decides to trick them instead of outright destroy them. maybe he can put together these arent regular humans they time traveled/dimensioned hopped and is playing it cool. maybe he wants the space ship technology. whatever. g1 megatron loves tricking petty humans who are easily impressed by him being a big fucking alien robot. the tos crew excells at meeting and learning about suspect characters of unsusal bearing and fantastical existence.

the key here is ofc. megatron is excellent at this. soundwave is inscrutible. starscream is great at manipulating ppl for his own gain. but also loves undermining megatron. i would sayyyyy. basically every other decepticon to the letter. would fuck this up in some way. (for the sake of convience its obvious the tf casts MUST be limited in some regard. but take a random selection and its still true. stunticons are rowdy and dont respect anyone. combaticons are fucking criminals lol. the triple changes tried to over throw megatron but they actually ARE stupid. the casset guys are little shits. the only ones i give half a chance are the constructicons cause theyve tricked their own share of humans and autobots. And like. Give em a job to do (handwave. ship repair??) and theyll do it)

[Oh and the seeker squad is girls again. Dont try me on this.) Fuck off or forever hold your peace]

THE POINT THO. the vision. is just to use that fact to get the hijinks in. i need a scene of spock talking to soundwave for the obvious logical Science guy reasons. but also while actually directing his attention to ravage (search 'spock and cat' if you require elucidation). the crew management sitaution is out of hand. the rank and file of both factions being fascinated but not really respectful of each other probably. starscream gets annoyed when theres a real lack of treachy amongst starfleet ranks. whatever.

The facade will crack some and give things for the enterprise crew to get suspisious of. BUT. but. the trick is not allowed to fall apart outright. UNTIL AFTER. you get the autobots in there. THIS. is to give it that extremely star trek feeling. meeting aliens inbroiled in their OWN whole situation and determining what the ethical thing to do is. let it play out. its sci fi. we're here to watch. prime directive doesnt apply thats for PRE-WARP species tf doesnt even work like that. space bridges. who knows.

ANYWAY the actual shakeup of the conflict is allowed to be as rote as u like. i dont watch either show for the FIGHT scenes lmao. tho DO get some moral twists in there. give it some pizzazz.

either way autobot and enterprise crew interactions DID happen but needed MUCH improvement. i NEED to see prime and kirk ACTUALLY be warm smart and affable guys who have fun with it. kirk likes books and hates eating salad. and. i dont know how many times i have to say this. OPTIMUS PRIME IS A BALLER. they got quirks okay. its not just blah blah speeches. snoreeee. the 60 and 40 yr old versions some how stay richer than the diluded parodies of themselves they become. christ

obviously again for the autobots youd need to limit the cast. like bee and jazz can be their due to icon status. they are both fun and very human affable. g1 bee also tends to be a bit of a fucking wildcard too. jazz can play 'classical earth music' as the joke goes. etc. but like. OBVIOUSLY. obviously u need scotty and wheeljack to interact. chaos and techincal advancements until before seen. yes they can have a bathtub still too (WHAT. they are destilling. is anyones guess). and thru that line u SHOULD probably have ratchet and bones. bitchy medics <3. they have a similar level of sass (tho i can never peg if g1 ratch is actually southern... if he isnt i request one ironhide and bones interaction for Enjoyable Idioms and Affects Sake)

if U MUST. make it girl boss. for the love of christ. elita and her autobots. nurse chapel and chromia (i dont think chromia is actually a medic shes just blue. but she IS similarly no nonsense) elita and uhura (how the FUCK was there so little uhura in that comic fhbgdf) elita acts as like 'the woman in the chair' to her own squad, check how many antennas she has. uhura is communications. great. ill even allow u a yeoman rand and moonracer. this ones more niche but rand is a peppy and creative petty officier who one time used her phaser to heat up coffee. moonracer is the more trouble making implusive of the ladies, and a boostful sharp shooter. FANTASTIC.

anyway the point is not that everyone ONLY has to hang out with their perfect personality/role counterpart that their ARE such things to related the characters too each other. if bones is gonna be all southern gentlemanly would it remind chromia OF ironhide? would someone charmlying remark they thought THEIR doctor was a menace. or such things.

obviously i have the power of an obsessive brain to make as many comparitive deep cuts as i like. and i wont claim that MAKES a good story. im just saying. if ur gonna cross them over. why not do it with a big pallet of the things that Actually make both good???

(not that im done making personally amusing to me comparisons. like sulu and his plant collection and the nature lovers hound and beachcomber. or adding some of the affectier characters for an old queen off with spock, like grapple and hoist. or tracks just to be maxiumally annoying :). im also completely HOOKED on the idea of pointing out u know. not all the enterprise crew is human. ofc, spock is half vulcan. (this happened in the comics) but... the transformers know about human like aliens? one of them is even DATING ONE which come to think of it. She also goes to the alien design school of Pointy ears. and also. again. dating. making a hybrid tf alien joke about this OR asking mr spock if he can transform magically is personally amusing to me)...

also no one asked but if u want assigned tf iterations to other treks. i think im going cybertron for tng, theres just vibes. ig they can have the whole unicron trilogy if they want. unicron is KINDA like the borg? i mean not really, i was mostly just thinking... vector prime is like if picard was a q i cant explain it. beast wars for voy and maybe toss up animated or cyberverse for ds9. i mean. those are all just my favie favies of all time but like. beast wars they are stranded on prehistoric earth, limit cast, u will be in this found family coworker situation whether u LIKE IT or NOT. theirs tones of WEIRD mysteries to uncover. and. obligatory. turn into a lizard joke. (the swag of bw villians is pretty ds9 vibes tho...). cyberverse is a story about how these are a people who were and can be again reunited and joyful outside of their tragic and complex civil war. and animated is about a bunch of losers who flunked out the Militarized and generally FUCKED UP autobot government THAT SUCKS. anyway. war... is hell

and prodigy gets earthspark. KIDS KIDS KIDS!!!

v would you step thru the fucking door with me for a second where we could have a tf st crossover that DIDNT suck ass cause it understood the main mode of opperation for both shows is to having our valient heroes as friends and comrades and yes they must deal with the 'wouldnt that be wild' situation of the week but they also have to. deal with EACH OTHER. and their MAIN. goal is really just to be enjoyable television. which often requires a great deal of well made humour. and often incidentally created a lot of guys and their wives they love so much. Kfhhfdg

[seralyra]

Herding Wolves Chapter 5

Chap 1, Chap 2, Chap 3, Chap 4

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Fluffy intermission where the boys get their rewards.

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Getting out of bed had been a challenge, his Witchers for once not very happy about getting up early. His arms and legs had felt like lead, too, after spending hours being squished under pounds of heavy muscle. This had made wiggling out from under a pile of wolves that much harder.

But eventually, after a lot of cursing, cuddling and cooing on Jaskiers side and whining, licking and playful biting on the wolves side, Jaskier finally pulled himself free. One hot bath and hearty breakfast later Jaskier and Triss sat in the round destilling room again, Lambert, Eskel and Geralt locked into a sort of all against all wrestling match a few paces away from them to blow off steam. Now that everyone was wide awake the reality of the distinctly not turned back Witchers had come crashing down on them. It made Jaskiers stomach twist and guilt bubble up, clogging his throat.

He must have done something wrong, a phrase too broad, a detail missed. Something that the Fae had used as a loophole. So with his mind in the gutter (and not the fun one) Jaskier retold everything that happened, recounting word for word what he had said in the hopes of figuring this whole mess out.

Triss stayed silent after he had finished, still fighting the smile that had appeared when she had heard about the Witchers joining the song at the end. Jaskier watched his pack while she thought. Eskel and Geralt had Lambert pinned, who was snarling and growling at them, trying in vain to buck them off. Geralt was being stoic and silent as usual, but the wagging tail betrayed him. He was enjoying this thoroughly. Eskel seemed to be goading Lambert on, licking and whining at him until Lambert relaxed with a huff and returned the lick only to turn and bite Eskel in the ear a moment later.

This made Geralt lean down to gnaw at Lamberts in turn, now putting his whole weight onto his youngest brother, while Eskel let out a pitiful, betrayed whine. He really was a great actor, only the enthusiasm in which he joined back into the fray told Jaskier that Eskel wasn't really offended by Lambert playing dirty.

"You didn't specify the time."

"Hm?" Jaskier glanced away from his pack and over to Triss.

"You told the Fae to turn them back fully intact. But you never said when."

"Oh fuck..."

At the distressed sound he made Geralt and Eskel trodded over, leaving Lambert to pant on the floor. Shaking hands stroked the two heads that insistently pressed into his tights, but Jaskier barely found comfort in that. This was horrible. He had made such a huge mistake. How could he have forgotten to specify the time? And what now? How long would the Witchers have to stay wolves, because of his failure?

"Calm down, if the brooch is anything to go by they like you."

"Which means what?!" Jaskier yelled, voice strangled and cracking. Eskel jerked back at the sudden loud noise and went back over to Lambert, a safe distance away. Geralt wouldn't have any of that however. With a determined growl he jumped and suddenly Jaskier had a lap full of wolf.

The chair creaked dangerously and Jaskiers hand flew out to stabilize himself on the edge of the table, while the other wound around Geralt, who had draped his frontlegs over Jaskiers shoulders, paws linked over his back and was insistingly snuffling into Jaskiers hair.

Jaskier slowly wound both his arms around his favourite Witcher to return the hug and ignored the ache in his legs as they tried to take on the full weight of the wolf. "What does that mean, Triss?" he repeated, softer this time.

"Awwww."

"Triss."

"Sorry. I wish they would shower me with so much affection. But just seeing them like that is fine, too. Cute. Relaxing. Maybe we should start a business."

"Triss, darling. Please stay focussed."

She grinned now, obviously the show in front of her had lifted her mood as well. "Says the one currently petting the most grumpy Witcher I know." she outright laughed at his glare. "Right. That means they probably want to play with you for a little longer. What did Winter say again, when she talked about the bet?"

Jaskier scrunched up his face, trying to remember. He had just told Triss. He should know. Although thinking about anything at all with an aggressively affectionate Geralt in his lap was really fucking hard.

"She said she hadn't forgotten... And that they should run on home."

"That's it then."

"So they'll turn back when they return home? Which I'd guess would be Kaer Morhen."

"It makes the most sense yes, from what I've gathered about Fae behavior. Wouldn't hurt to try at least."

Triss stood with a stretch that made several bones in her back pop and Jaskier mournfully shoved Geralt off of him, beckoning the other two to come closer.

"I can't portal you straight into Kaer Morhen because of the wards, but I can drop you off close by." Triss explained as she waved her hands.

The air in front of her glowed golden and split open to reveal a clearing. Jaskier could spy the grey walls of what probably was the keep in the distance.

"Thank you, Triss."

He managed a total of two steps forward before Geralt snatched the end of his doublet and hauled him back.

"Geralt! What's wrong?"

Looking back he saw that the wolves had turned skittish. Geralt had his ears pressed flat to his skull, hackles raised and tail tugged between his legs. His reluctance was slowly washing over the other two, who glanced at their oldest brother and made little squeaky noises as they danced further back, away from the glowing hole in the air.

"Oh... I forgot. Geralt hates portals."

"Really?" Jaskier whined before bending down to try and grab at Geralt, wanting to pet him and calm him down.

Geralt didn't let him close, though. He jumped back and positioned himself between Jaskier and the rest of their pack. As if Jaskier would ever dare to harm any of them.

"Geralt, dear. Everything is alright. Please it's just a portal. From Triss. You know, we trust Triss."

He shuffled forward a few inches, but the only thing that got him was a further retreating pack and Eskel plastering himself to Geralts side, ducking his head to shield the White Wolfs throat.

"Triss?" Jaskier said, bile rising in his throat. "This doesn't look like normal dislike to me."

"Agreed. Maybe their instincts have taken over? They seem to be more driven by their wolfish side from time to time. Show them the portal is harmless, that could help."

Jaskier nodded and stepped away from his cowering friends. He had never travelled via portal before and couldn't really imagine why exactly Geralt would dislike this very efficient way of getting from point A to point B.

"See?" he murmured in a soothing tone and stretched out his hand towards the magic ring. "Just some cool magic trick. Nothing to hurt- ACK!"

Jaskier pulled his hand back with another wince, cradling the injured limb to his chest. "Oww. Okay I see what concerns you now."

With a flourish of her hand Triss collapsed the portal. "Guess they knew more than we did."

"Hm... So no portal." Jaskier slowly crouched down and let Geralt lick at the reddened skin of his fingertips. Thankfully the damage wasn't bad. Touching the portal had been akin to briefly touching a hot kettle.

"No portal."

"So we'll have to walk." At least he hoped they could. If the Fae meant "Run on home" in a literal sense Jaskier might well die trying.

A tired sigh escaped him. This was turning into more and more of a clusterfuck. Eskel and Lambert gave a series of high, short whines, tails slowly starting to wag again. Well at least some people were excited about the oncoming journey.

Jaskier didn't like the prospect of it. He had never braved the hike up the Blue Mountains and for good reason. Geralt had told him about the Killer and about the deaths of trainees and young Witchers alike. Still he wouldn't leave his pack to run along on their own. They might be strong and clever and absolutely marvelous, but they lacked opposable thumbs to treat injuries, functioning vocal chords to talk themselves out of tight spots and armour to keep them save from confused arrows flying in their direction.

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They decided to use the day to prepare for the journey ahead. Triss wouldn't let him leave with at least a few potions just in case and together they planned out the optimal, safest route for them to go. Unfortunately safest didn't also mean fastest. They would be staying far away from the big cities and travel the lesser known roads, so the wolves could stay close to Jaskier.

There would be a lot of camping in the wilderness, something Jaskier didn't look forward to at all. They only planned a night in Ard Carraigh. The town was used to all sorts of strange things because of the location so close to a Witchers keep. Smuggling a pack of wolf turned Witchers through there would be risky, but manageable.

After coaxing another bath out of Triss and going through another long explanation of what the various potions and bombs did (Triss was really thinking about Jaskiers safety here), Jaskier set out into town with his pack in tow.

The plan had been to get Roach and Scorpion geared up and ready before hitting the road for good. In Jaskiers mind this would have been a quick task to complete, but he hadn't accounted for the overeager townsfolk that set upon him.

It seemed like Jaskier and his wolves had become local folkheroes overnight. And while Murivel wasn't exactly what one would call rich, it desperately wanted to thank the ones who put a stop to their suffering. Again and again adults and children limped up to them to give them gifts. Flowercrowns, freshly baked goods, dried up fruit and meat for the journey ahead and dozens more little trinkets that were getting hard to carry.

The children especially were fascinated by the wolves. The daring ones ran up to them, small hands reaching out to pet their saviours. Jaskier could see some adultes twitching to touch them, too. But one apologizing mother explained that they still very much knew that these were Witchers and didn't want to disrespect them by coddling them like pets.

Of course the little ones didn't much care and no one quite had the heart to hold them back. They threw themselves at the cursed Witchers with squeals and laughter, unafraid of the imposing figures, sharp teeth and – in Lamberts case – warning snarls.

A very brave girl, that couldn't be much older than five even clambered on Eskels back, much to the horror of everyone witnessing it. Her father had come running immediately, but she refused to be lifted from her new friend, whining, wailing and downright shrieking when anyone tried.

Poor Eskel, Jaskier thought, wincing as the child let out another, high pitched squeal. He had definitely earned himself a proper ear massage and a hearty treat after this.

The girl only jumped off Eskel when Jaskier came back out of the stable, guiding both Roach and Scorpion out. The two horses probably made for quite the impressive sight, loaded up with the gear of three Witchers. They were both twitchy, wary of the excited crowd, stomping hoofs and snorting to intimidate the people into backing off.

And still the girl insisted on hugging everyone goodbye, naming them as she went.

Eskel was the first, naturally. She clung to his neck and pressed her nose into his thick fur. "Goodbye Fluffy."

Next came Lambert, who had been making the wolfish equivalent of laughing until that point. When the little ones eyes fell on him and she advanced he shut up fast and retreated, tail tugged between his legs, caught between a snarl and a whimper. He didn't back off far, though, obviously deciding that getting it over with was the least likely to bruise his ego.

He stood as still as a statue while the girl tried to get her short arms around his torso. "Bye grumpy puppy."

Now it was Jaskiers turn to bite his cheek to keep from giggling. Oh, how he wished he had something to freeze this moment and put it in is pocket, to pull out whenever he needed a bit of a pick me up.

Geralt was the last of the Witchers to be given the honors. He bowed his head to press it gently against her while eager arms came up to wrap themselves around his face in what looked like a quite uncomfortable hug.

"See you around, Snowball."

Jaskier couldn't help the snort that left him at that. "Snowball?"

The girl nodded. "Cause he's white and fluffy like my pet rabbit. Snowball."

"Ahh yes I see now. A perfect choice." Jaskier chuckled, obediently bending down to accept his own hug.

"You keep them safe, yes?" she whispered into his shoulder.

"I will."

With a determined nod she shuffled back towards her smiling father and waved them good bye one last time.

"Soooo~ Fluffy, Puppy and Snowball, huh. Well there have been worse codenames. And they do suit you so well." Jaskier babbled, half laughing as they stepped out of Murivel and back into the wilderness.

Two growls warned him to shut up, one from Lambert and one from Geralt. Eskel, to Jaskiers utter surprise and delight, puffed out his chest and traipsed up to him, snout tilted towards the sky in a show of pride.

"See? Eskel gets it. And don't pretend you two didn't like it. I saw your tails wags, you can't fool me."

Roach let out a cackling whinny in agreement and bumped her head into Geralts side, who had came up to snap at the reins that Jaskier held firmly in his grasp. The force of the affectionate nudge nearly send him tumbling to the ground, but that didn't discourage him. Eventually Jaskier yielded and carefully placed the leather strap between Geralts teeth.

Eskel shook himself with a snort when Jaskier offered up Scorpions leash and bounded off ahead, Lambert hot on his heels.

And so they went into the wild, adventure and probably a whole lot of danger waiting for them on the horizon.

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The idea for the child scene came from @selectivegeekwithstandards, who nominated Lambert for the pet name "Puppy" and I just... my imagination immediately wondered, okay if Lambert is Puppy, what would the other two be called? XD

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[tranquiile]

{𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼}

Name: aurora destile

Alias: adventurer, warrior of light

Gender: female

Age: 27

Species: au ra ( xaela )

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: writing (she shares it with no one), lance work, jumping, the echo

{𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: undecided

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: eorzea

Family: the destiles ( adoptive family ), the fortemps ( found family ) , unknown biological parents ( deceased )

Friends: scions of the seventh dawn, others

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars?: hands, body

Facial Features?: freckles

Tattoos?: none

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Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Snakes or Spiders?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

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Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

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Tagging: idk if you’re reading this do it

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And a really quickie one that leaves most of it up to your imagination: ( MC aren’t « dating »quite yet) MC getting hurt in some life threatening way, Julian using his magic glowy tattoo to save them. MC thanking him with some juicy smut. I’m confident you can come up with something amazing but If it’s too vague it’s alright too 🌸

"Wrong bottle, right outcome" (Julian x Reader)

AFAB Reader*

AFAB = Assigned-Female-At-Birth

WARNING: Contains smut, if you're under 18, don't read it (like people respect that, anyway)

Word Count: 1,965

Asra was out of town. Again. Faust went along with him, so the shop became really lonely. So you decided to ask Julian to come over. You two have met each other a few times before through Portia and had clicked instantly. You became really close, even though Asra didn't actually approved your friendship.

Knocks were heard on the shop's door and you couldn't help but to feel the adrenaline rushing through your body. You dropped the ingredients you were holding on the counter and rushed to the door, opening it faster than you intended.

The tall doctor was standing at the door, a sly smirk on his face with his hands hidden behind his back. With a delicate move, he showed what he was hiding behind his back, a single rose, and extending it to you, he slightly bowed.

"M'lady" You giggled at his gesture and rushed him in, closing the door behind you "Missed me much?"

"You don't leave me alone enough for me to miss you" You gestured to one of the armchairs for him to seat down and went to grab one the flasks you have left on the counter.

"Is that what I think it is?" He sat on the edge of the armchair and eyed the flask while almost salivating.

"Yes sir. I, (y/n), have developed the best alcoholic beverage for you. It has a mix of the most exotic ingredients you could imagine, a little bit of Nevraki milk and destilated salty bitters"

His eyes widened "Nevraki milk? Isn't it extremely poisonous?"

"Only if taken in high doses. I used only a few drops to make the drink a little bit more...interesting."

"And what do you mean by interesting?" He took the bottle from your hand, examinating it curiously.

"It's a surprise" You took the bottle bag, removing the stopper and chugging on it.

You had taken an interest on Julian for some time now, and your affection towards him grew day by day. You knew Julian was a flirt, and he definitely flirted with you, but that was it. Just flirting. And by the end of the day, you didn't know if he really liked you or not.

But you definitely felt the tension. Sexual tension. It happend around two weeks ago when you were play fighting and you landed on top of him. His hands landed on your thighs and you just stayed like that for a few seconds, until Faust bursted into the room and the situation got awkward.

Later on, he was complaining about how dull salty bitters have been feeling lately, and you had the genius idea of creating your own drink. The exact same one your were swallowing right now. But there was a trick.

You didn't know how to talk to Julian about your feelings and decided to give your relationship a little push. Inside the drink, there was a truth serum and I little bit of the essence extracted from an aphrodisiac flower. The results would yet to be known, but for sure it would make both of extremely honest...and horny. In your mind it was the perfect idea. But things started to feel weird when you started coughing.

You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and bent over a little. Julian immediately standed up and approached you, worried eyes trying to find the source of your pain. You rushed to the counter, ruminating over the flasks that layed on it and found what you were looking for, face palming yourself mentally. Asra had messed with the flasks, again, and you poured the whole content of the Nevraki milk on the mix, and only a few drops of the aphrodisiac. You needed to find the antidote in less than two minutes, or else you would die.

"What? What's going on? What's happening?" He asked as you kept on coughing.

You slightly pointed at the empty milk container as you still looked for the antidote, in hopes that he would understand and help you find it. He rushed to the table and, reading the label, mumbled something while reaching for your wrist. He pulled you away from the shelves, ignoring your protests and your face, mixed with fear and confusion, and sat on the couch, placing you on his lap. He held you firmly, against your will, and closed his eyes, as if he was focusing on something.

You felt the pain and discomfort slowly be drained out of your body. It was a weird relieving feeling. You turned your head to Julian, wondering what was happening and then you saw it. A glowing symbol on his neck, shining brighter than anything you have ever seen, even brighter than any magic Asra has ever casted. Soon, all the pain had left your body and Julian opened his eyes again.

Before he could say anything, a rough cough erupted from his mouth. It was escalating quickly and you felt the urge to do something about it. You jumped off his lap and rushed to the shelves again and found the antidote in no time. You went back to the doctor and poured the liquid into his mouth. It took some time, but soon, Julian had stopped coughing and everything seemed normal again.

You didn't know what to say, and neither did he. Yoh were both just waiting for the other to say something, hoping the situation could be easily solved.

"So, you're gonna explain it or should we just stare at each other?" You broke the silence between the two of you.

"I guess Asra didn't tell you that. Well, where to begin? Um, shortly before the Masquerade, I was force-fed a plague beetle at Lucio's command and confined to my office under the palace as an "extra incentive". I began experiencing visions of the Hanged Man, who offered me a deal in exchange for the plague cure, but I cannot remember what exactly the cure entailed. Regardless, the epidemic subsided and I was healed. The deal resulted in me receiving a mark on my throat and the ability to heal wounds rapidly, as well as absorb the wounds of others"

"Wow, that's...amazing!" You squealed and sat on the arm of the armchair.

"Oh, please, it's nothing but a curse" He growled in frustration, intending to get up from the chair, but you used your hand to gently push him back.

"You saved my life. I'll be forever grateful to you" You approximated your faces and you could feel the doctor's heart pounding on his chest "I can't even imagine a proper way to thank you"

"Well, I- I'm not sure what to say" He couldn't keep his eyes away from your lips.

"And you know what's crazy?" You didn't care anymore. You were going to tell him everything "I like you. I like you very, very much. I have fantasized about you...and me. I had even added an exotic aphrodisiac on the drink in hopes that it would help me out"

His eyes were wider than ever "You fantasized about me?" He managed to stutter it out.

"Countless times. They were all very steamy" You smoothly moved from the chair arm to his lap, straddling him while gripping his shoulders "I known a way to pay you back. To thank you. Are you...interested in it?"

He groaned as you ran your hand through his hair, removing his eyepatch and throwing it on the floor. You could feel a growing pressure coming from under you and you already knew his answer before he could say it.

"Yes, yes, yes, very interested indeed. You know, I have liked you for a while now, and I even though about telling you, but, you see-" You cut him off with a kiss.

"Can we talk about it later? I really need you right now" You ran you free hand down his body, slowly sliding it down to tease him, and stopped on his bulge "And I can see you are needy too. Want me to take care of that?"

He mumbled a quiet "yes" while nodding his head frantically, making his auburn locks fall on his face. You slid of his lap, hearing a soft groan of disappointment, and kneeled in front of him, not breaking eye contact.

"Pull them down" It only took a few second for him to finish your command. His trouser on his ankles and his cock hitting his belly.

What a view.

"I want you to tell me what you want me to do. It's all about you, baby" You ran your hands up and down his thick thighs, making him loose a little bit of his focus.

He mumbled something under his breath, trying to control his hands from tangling into your hair.

"If you want me to do it, you have to tell me, darling. Now, what is it that you want?"

"C-can you suck me, please?" His cheeks flushed and he tried to look at any other place, but you.

"As you wish" You smirked at him, knowing exactly how aroused he was, and slowly approached him.

Taking his dick into you hands, you slowly started to stroke it. Julian release a few shy whimpers and you knew you had to do more. Taking only the tip into your mouth, you slightly sucked on it. He released a throaty moan but instantly bit his lip to try and disguise, but it was too late.

You decided to push him over the edge and swallowed his whole member. He grabbed the arms of the chair to find balance and slightly bucked his hips, making him go even further into your throat.

"F-faster, please" He managed to ask between his loud moans and you followed his command. He moaned louder and his hand instantly flew to your hair, pushing your head even further.

"I'm cumming" He spat out, his shaky breath making it hard for him to speak. I instantly let go of his cock, earing a pleading look from his face.

"Trust me, love. It's going to get better"

I slowly removed all my clothes right in front of him, his wandering eyes not knowing exactly were to stare at. When every single piece of clothing was on the ground, you straddled his lap again, aligning his already wet dick on your entrance.

Without any warning, you sat down on him, and he instantly grabbed your hips. You rode him like your life depended on it, not once loosing rhythm. One of his hands moved to your breast, caressing it, taking in all of its beauty and approximating his hungry lips, until finally sticking his tongue out to twirl it around your nipple, before viciously sucking on it.

His hand moved to his tongue, wetting his fingers, before pressing them against your aching clit, rubbing it just the right way, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

You could feel him holding back, waiting for you to release first. So adorable. When you announced him you were close, and that you had reached your release, he embraced you, pulling you closer to him and slowly trusted into you in a passionate motion, until you felt his release as well.

You fell into his chest, exhausted from the ride and he laughed lightly, grabbing a nearby blanket and covering both of you up, his member still inside of you.

"Next time we can try that aphrodisiac of yours. Might give us a boost" You laughed and accommodated yourself on his chest, letting his fresh smell of cinnamon take over your senses.

"Maybe after our first official date" You looked at his cute shocked expression and giggled, giving him a light peck on the lips.

Maybe Asra messing with the bottle's labels wasn't so bad after all.

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That made me horny. Bye

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The transfer of property act 1882

Immovable properties

- The definition of immovable properties it is negative definition, which say what is not an immoveable property.

- Section 3- of Transfer of property Act 1882-immoveable property does not include standing timber, growing crops or grass.

- Section 3- of The General Clauses Act 1897- “ Immovable property-

Land Benefits to arise out of land- Profit Appendary (Exp- Rent, fishing rights, right to ferry, lease)

Things attached to the earth or permanently fastened to anything attached to the earth.- Exp- building, wall, poll.

Definition of Immovable Properties-

Section 3- immovable property shall include land, benefits to arise out of land, and things attached to the earth, or permanently fastened to anything attached to the earth, except standing timber, growing crops or grass, it also include creepers and betel leave.

What is the meaning of Land in TP-

There are four meaning of Land in TP-

1. Plot of land or plain land.

2. Land includes space as well.

3. Things beneath land.

4. Things above surface or thing on surface.

Case law- Narayan Sa v/s Balagure Swami AIR 1924 Madras 187

Vassal used for destilation of liquor not immovable property.

Standing Timber- Case Law- Shanti Bai v/s State of Bombay AIR 1958 SC 532

In this case SC held that , intention of the owner decide whether a standing timber a timber or crop.

- A fruit bearing tree are immovable property, if the owner treat it as a timber .

Q-

- which one is immovable property?- 2003-SN

- Growing crops? 2003-SN

- Right to ferry? 2003-SN

- Standing timber? 2003-SN

- Define immovable property. In which cases things which we know as movable are treated as immovable property? Is there any test to decide it-2007-L

A-

The definition of Immovable property given in the S.3 of Transfer of Property Act 1882, is not exhaustive, it is the negative definition which exclude the things and says immovable property does not include standing timber, growing crops or grass. The definition in the General clauses Act also not exhaustive but it is some what positive definition which includes land, benefits to arise out of land , and things attached to the earth.

Things attached to earth, or permanently fastened to anything attached to earth?

a. Things rooted in the earth- trees and shrubs.

b. Imbedded in the earth- wall or building.

c. Attached to what is so imbedded for permanent beneficial enjoyment of that which it is attached-

Perumal v/s Ramaswami – held- oil engine attached to earth and the attachment to lasts only so long as the engine is used. When it is not used, it can be detached and shifted to some other place. The attachment in such case immovable property.

Narayan Sa v/s Balagure Swami AIR 1924 Madras 187 Vassal used for destilation of liquor not immovable property.

The degree, manner, extent and strength of attachment of the chattel to the earth or building, are main features to be regarded. Further test is whether, such an attachment is for the permanent beneficial enjoyment of the immovable property to which it is attached.

Land- considers in its legal aspect, land includes the following elements:

1. A determinate portion of the earth’s surface.

2. Possibly the column of space above the surface.

3. The ground beneath the surface.

4. All objects which are on or under the surface in its natural state- minerals, lakes, ponds, rivers.

5. All objects placed by human agency on or under the surface, with the intention of permanent annexation. These become part of the land, and lose their identity as separate movable – building, walls, fences.

Benefits to arise out of land-

Apart from property being immovable from the physical point of view, every benefit arising out of it and every interest in such property is also regarded as immovable property.- hereditary allowances, rights of way, lights, ferries and fisheries. A debt secured by a mortgage of immovable property is an interest inland. A right to collect lac from jungle, flash from pond, right to take minerals, rent from hat or market place.

Things attached to earth-

S.3 – defines the expression –attached to the earth- as including-

1. Things rooted in the earth,

2. Things imbedded in the earth,

3. Things attached to what is so imbedded,

4. Chattel attached to earth or building.

Things rooted in the earth-

Includes like trees and shrubs, but when such trees constitute standing timber they are not immovable property.

Shantabai v/s State of Bombay- if the intention is to use them for enjoying their fruits, they will be regarded as immovable property. But if the intention is to cut them down sooner or later for the purpose of utilizing the wood they would be timber and regarded as movable property.

Similarly, growing crops, and grass are regarded as movable property.

Things imbedded in the earth-

Includes such things as houses and buildings, there are certain thing which are imbedded in the land but not a immovable property like anchor imbedded in the land to hold a ship.

When the article in question is no further attached to the land by its own weight, it is generally to be considered as movable property. But when in such a case if the intention is to make the articles as part of the land

The rule is- if the article stands on the earth up to its own weight, it will not be part of the land but if it is caused to go deeper in the earth by external agency, then it is part of a land.

Things attached to what is so imbedded-

Includes like door, window of a house are attached to the house for the permanent enjoyment of the house, when the intention Is not permanent enjoyment then it becomes the movable property like fans, blinds.

Chattel attached to earth or building-

If a chattel, i.e., movable property is attached to earth or building, it is immovable property.

Perumal naicker v/s Ramaswami Kone- A property is a movable property and for its beneficial use of enjoyment it is necessary to imbed it or fix it on earth, through permanently, that is , when it is in use it should not be regarded as immovable property for that reason.

For example – sugar cane machine or oil engine.

Recognized as Immovable properties-

1. Right to collect rent of immovable property.

2. Right to collect dues from a fair on a piece of land.

3. Right of ferry.

4. Right of way.

5. A right of fishery.

6. A debt secured by mortgage and interest of a mortgage of immovable property.

7. Hereditary offices.

8. Right to receive future rents and profits of land.

9. The equity of redemption.

10. Reversion of property of leased.

11. Right to collect lac from trees.

12. A factory.

Recognized as movable properties-

1. Right to worship.

2. A royalty.

3. A decree for sale of immovable property.

4. A decree for arrears of rent.

5. A right to recover maintenance allowance.

6. A machinery which is not permanently attached to the earth.

7. Government promissory notes.

8. Standing timber, growing crops, and grass.

Section 5, Transfer of Property

Section 5. "Transfer of Property" defined. In the following sections "transfer of property" means an act by which a living person conveys property, in present or in future, to one or more other living persons, or to himself and one or more other living persons; and "to transfer property" is to perform such act.

When we analyze the above definition- there are few things which comes up regarding Transfer of property-

• Transfer is an ACT- Giving and Taking of Rights- Active Act, Visible Act.

• Between two or more LIVING PERSON- by which a living person Inter vivos- Living or Natural person and Artificial Person ( Law existence, company).

• Conveys- transfer.

• Present or future- Future property not allowed.

• Property- Property to another person- To himself ( Trust, minor or guardianship- Rahubar Singh v/s Jai Jnder Bhadur Singh.

Transfer of Property

Act

Practice

Insolvent

Subject matter

Mode of Transfer

There are modes of transfer of property

1. Sale (Immovable Property). Transfer of Complete Rights. Consideration.

2. Mortgage. ( it is of six kind- 1. Possession,2. Enjoyment,3. Subject to Condition,4. Equitable,5. Symbolic, 6. Constructive.) Limited Rights Transfer.

3. Gift- ( No consideration)

4. Actionable claim.- Unsecure debt.

5. Lease (Time force, Rent)

Movable Property= Pledge

Immovable Property= Mortgage.

Machinery= Hypotation.

In this section "living person" includes a company or association or body of individuals, whether incorporated or not, but nothing herein contained shall affect any law for the time being in force relating to transfer of property to or by companies, associations or bodies of individuals.

x x x x x

What is transfer? The term "transfer" means a process or an act by which something is made over to another. It does not however, mean that the making over of the thing should always be absolute. I may transfer my book to you for a day. I may also transfer it to you absolutely either by sale, gift or in exchange of your book. In either case, what is primarily essential is that I have to handover the book to you, and that act of handing over the book to you is the transfer of the book.

Analysis of Definition.

1. Transfer of Property has special technical meaning in Transfer of Property Act. Only 5 conveyances are transfer of property for the Act. Three modes convey absolute title e.g. sale, gift, exchange. Two convey limited interest e.g. mortgage and lease.

2. Transfer inter vivos alone are included as Transfer in Transfer of Property Act, e.g. transfer from living person or persons to living person or persons.

3. Transfer can be present or future but transferor and transferee must be living person. The only exception is Section 13 of Transfer of Property Act.

4. Living person is wider term than natural human beings. It includes juristic persons like company and other like associations or body of individuals whether registered or not registered.

5. Other laws governing transfer to juristic persons etc. are not affected by Transfer of Property Act.

Synopsis-

Definition-

 An act by which,

 A living person,

 Conveys,

 In present or future,

 Property,

 To another living person.

Not a Transfer of Property

- Family settlement.

- Compromise

- Partition.

- Surrender.

- Relinquishment.

- Charge.

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Transfer of Property

- Release

- Property situated outside India.

An Act- it means it is a process or an activity; it is not a digital application or not the automatic process. Meaning thereby, something should be done by the person who wants to transfer his or her property. Will or Inheritance is the exception of this rule as property transfer automatically by operation of law.

Living Person- The Act use the word Inter Vivos i.e. transfer between living person AT THE DATE OF TRANSFER. Operation of law come into picture in case of Inheritance or wills ( means the death of the transferor) this sort of transfer ( By operation of law) called TESTAMENTRARY TRANSFER.

Conveys – Doing an act of transfer denote conveys. It means any act the transferor by which certain new titles or interests are created in favor of the transferee. In simple language it would be called the ASSURANCE which is being given by Transferor to the Transferee. Conveys means anything done or any assurance given by the Transferor to the Transferee by virtue of which the transferee gets the new title or interest is called the conveys.

Emp-

A -------------------- Make (Sale/Gift/Moorgate etc) ------------ B ( Now get the new title)

Conveys

In present or In future- The transfer of property may be take place immediately or in future date, the expression in present or in future governed by Conveys, it does not govern by the property.

Means the title of property may vested in the transferee immediately with enjoyment or it enjoyment can be delayed or postpone for future, which can also comply with certain conditions.

Property- property may be tangible or intangible, property is essentially a bundle of rights or interest. When a property is transferred it actually the transfer of rights. All rights in a property denote the ownership or absolute interest.

in Sunil Sidhartbai v/s Commissioner of Income tax, SC held that in general transfer of property transferred the bundle of right but in some case it may only be partial of right transfer also happen example – Lease.

In Jugalkishore V/ Ram Cotton Co. Ltd. SC held- the world PRESENT OR IN FUTURE’ qualify the word conveys and not the word property. When a future property is transferred the transferee does not get that property or interest there in.

To another living person. There should be another person to whom the property can be transfer, a person can not transfer the property to himself, but in 1929 some amendment has been made and a person can transfer a property to himself in case he make any settlement in a trust and he become the sole trustee.

Other Rules- Not a Transfer of Property

Family Settlement-

Family settlement or Family agreement is not a transfer of property, why because when it take place the already existing shares of the members of the family are defined and separated in order to avoid any possible dispute. In Sadu Madho Das V/s Pandit Mukund Ram, SC observed the same principle.

Transfer of property

Release- It is a transfer of property, because when larger interest falls into smallest interest every small interest generate a title for some one or new person.

This Act also applicable on MOVABLE AND IMMOVABLE PROPERTYS ( Part A –Chapter II).

S.6- What Can be Transfer-

Section -6

General Rule- Every thing Can be Transfer

Exception- Prohibited by S.TPA, any other law in force.

Section .6 – Non Transferable.

• Spes Successionis- Mere Chance to Get any thing.

• Chance of an Heir apparent.

• Chance of getting property under will.

• Any othe rpossibility like nature.

• Spes-successionis under Muslim Law.

• Spes Successionis in Punjab.

• English Law.

• Mere Right of re entry.

• Easement right apart from Dominate Heritage.

• Restricted Interest.

• Right to Future Maintenance.

• Pensions and Stipens.

• Transfer opposed to Nature of Interest.

• Transfer opposed to nature of interest created thereby.

• Transfer where its object or consideration is unlawful.

• Transfer made to disqualified transfereee.

Spes Successionis- Expectation of succession ( of gaining something)

Exp- will or inheritance

It includes- - Base – You can not transfer mere hope.

• Chance of an Heir apparent- succeeding to an estate.

• Chance of getting property under will.

• Any othe rpossibility like nature.

Right of reversioners u/Hindu Law.

Reversioner was a person who used to inherit the properties of a widow held by her for life. After the death of widow.

Chance of Legacy- because the will executed only after the death of the testator.

Rights of Future offering. Receiving offering of a temple.

Case law-

Punch Tahkur v/s Bindeshwari AIR 1916 Cal 43 Cultauta High Court held-

it is mere possibility so it cannot be transfer.

Balmukund v/s Tularam AIR 1928 All 21

It is not the spes succession , it is not a hope or uncertain and not variable to pass and of conception of law hence transferable.

Badrinath v/s Punna AIR 1979 SC 13`14 – Vashno Devi Tample –

It is not a mare possibility it is attached with a duty, and held it is heritable and it is not depending upon possibility it is coupled with duty and hence transferable.

Spes Succession Condition in English Law

Spes Secceession not transferable but it depend on one conditions,

1. if the transferee has paid the consideration.

2. If everything goes well that contemplated event has been done.

Section 9- Oral Transfer- Mode of Transfer

This section deal with mode of transfer, it says where writing is not necessary the property may be transferred orally. i.e. without writing any deed.

It means there are two mode of transfer-

1. Delivery of possession- which generally happened in case of movable property.

2. Transfer by registration.

In the following condition Registration are compulsory u/s 9 of TPA-

1. Gift of an immovable property.

2. Sale of an immovable property exceeding Rs 100.

3. Sale of reversion or other intangible property irrespective out of its value.

4. Leases form year to year or for a term exceeding one year or reserving a year rent.

5. Simple mortgage irrespective of its amount.

6. Other kind of mortgage( except mortgage by deposit of title deeds) where the sum secured exceeds Rs 100.

7. Exchange of immovable property ERs 100.

8. Transfer of actionable claim.

Section 10 Conditional Transfer

Conditional transfer if allowed.

There are two form of Conditions-

1. Use related conditions.

2. Further transfer of property- alienation.

Application of S.10-

Does not apply on –

1. Mortgage

2. Lease

[revengeworld]

Let the Past die. III

CHAPTER 3

Zombie Apocolypse AU

Kylo x Reader (+ Solo siblings)

Words: +1.700

Warnings: Mentionings of Blood and well ... Zombies :D

AN: Sorry if this chapter is a little bit all over the placeand short, but it was one hell of a stressful week. I hope you enjoy this Chapter none the less though. Here is a little bit of Angst and Fluff before next weeks chapter hits :>

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Chapter 3 - Static

“Matt, how are you doing over there?” Kylo was carrying two canisters of destiled water in each hand and placed them outside the gas station next to their filled backpacks.

“It´s almost full, just a few more minutes.” his older brother explained while pushing his glasses up again.

“Well then I get some more food and tell the kids that we´re back soon.” munching on a chocolate bar, Kylo made another round through the empty shop and put everything they could use into one of the shopping bags from the counter.

Throwing in travel toothbrushes, toothpaste, maps, small bottles of juice for Ben and Y/N and basically everything he could basically find.

Even a bottle of alcohol went into the bag, since he knew they didn´t have much disinfection spray.

He stopped in front of a shelf, looking at a cheap Polaroid camera and threw it in as well as some films for it before returning outside.

“You shouldn´t take so much, other people could need it as well.“ Matt suddenly mumbled and Kylo only cocked a brow.

“Do you really think somebody else would care about the well being of others in this kind of situation? Everyone fends for themselves, the world has always been like this. Now they just don´t have to act the nice part anymore.”

Sometimes Kylo couldn´t believe how naive his older brother could be, maybe that was why he turned out to be so sceptical.

“Y/N, we are almost done here. How are things on your End?” when he loosened the grip on the walkie talkie the only thing he could hear was the static crackling threw the speaker.

“You hear me?” another moment with no answer and his head snapped to Matt who looked back at him while the canister in his hand got dangerously full.

“You don´t think something happened?” Matt quickly shut the Gas of and screwed the lid shut, while Kylo threw the backpack over to him, quickly pulling his own over his shoulders and grabbing the big cans of water.

While they were stumbling through the field, Kylo tried to reach out to her via the Walkie Talkie until he suddenly heard Bens quiet voice.

“Please come quick...” the small boy whispered before the static rung in their ears again.

Immediately starting to run, both of them couldn´t stop to think of the worst case scenario.

When the truck came in sight both of them slowed down to catch their breaths, Kylo letting out a relieved sighed.

Y/N was sitting on the cargo bed, staring into the other direction while Ben was looking out the window from the drivers cabin.

Continuing their walk Matt and Kylo arrived with heavy breaths and let the heavy loot fall onto the ground.

“What the hell happened?” leaning against the truck he followed her gaze and grabbed his knife.

“I´m sorry, I didn´t have time to respond and ...” shaking her head for a moment she looked at the bloody knife in her hand.

“They were attracted by the sound of that plastic bag when we stumbled over it. I tied it to the bush but one of them seemed to noticed us while we sneaked away.”

Kylo saw a body a few feet away and just nodded. “Thank you, for keeping Ben safe. I take care of them.”

Quickly grabbing Kylos shoulder, Y/N tried to hold him back.

“They are distracted, just let them be. We will be gone before they even notice.” she plead, not wanting him or anyone else in danger if it could be avoided.

Loosening her grip gently he turned back around to Y/N. “Would you forgive yourself if they would cross somebody elses path who isn´t as prepaired as we are?”

Looking into his brown eyes, she felt herself suddenly nodding and let go of his jacket.

“I´ll … I´ll help you.” surprised Kylo stopped in his tracks but helped her down from the trunk.

“You don´t need to do this.” he reminded her, but she had a stern look in her eyes.

“Nobody should be left in this kind of state. Who knows if they realise what their doing but just can´t control their bodys anymore…. And need to watch everything but can´t stop themselves. I wouldn´t want to stay like that.” clenching her hand around the handle of the knife, her knuckles slowly turned white.

“Alright…” he nodded, leading the way.

After filling the tank to the brim, Kylo went a second time to get more Gas and they adjusted all their belongings on the cargo bed so the middle was accessible for at least a sleeping bag or two.

It was tight but it would be good enough for the rest of the night and a good rest.

“I´ll take the first watch.” Kylo offered his brother, while looking over to Y/N and Ben who filled the driver cabin with a few blankets.

“No it´s alright I´ll do it. Just because Dad and Uncle Luke tried to make you into a fighter, doesn´t mean you always have to be one, you know?” the Blonde sighed, his voice filled with guilt.

Just because he was such a failure, his younger brother had to take this burden instead. Sitting down next to Matt, Kylo only gave him a light hit against the back of his head. Matt quickly grabbed his glasses so they wouldn´t fall off.

“Don´t worry about that. It comes in handy now doesn´t it.” with an encouraging smirk he laid an arm around Matts shoulders and pushed their heads together.

“You are my brother. No matter what happens and you always will be.”

“Maybe I would have been better as a little brother huh?” Matt laughed before they got distracted by footsteps.

“Sorry I didn´t mean to interrupt.” Y/N clutched onto the sweatjacket around her shoulder while circling to the end of the truck.

Both of the boys stretched a hand out to her, so she could join them on the trunk.

“Can´t sleep?” Kylo asked and Matt saw how his younger brother was looking at the girl. Shoving his glasses back onto his nose Matt could only smirk and hopped from the truck. “I´ll look after Ben.”

Y/N and Kylo looked after the blonde man, then at eachother and Kylo only shrugged with his shoulders. Seeing that she quickly pulled the Hood of her jacket over her head and pulling her legs close to her chest, he tried to reach for a blanket.

“No it´s fine.” Y/N tried to argue, but Kylo could see her shiver.

“You should at least get in one of the sleeping bags.” he countered sternly and the only thing she could do was to give in.

Crawling to the other end of the truck, she cuddled into the sleepingbag and leaned her back against the drivers cabin, before Kylo sat down next to her.

Squished against his wide shoulders and their bags, she suddenly started to giggle. “Well know i´m sure i´m not getting cold anymore.” she joked and a rare smile appeared on Kylos lips.

“I still can´t wrap my head around what has happened. A few hours ago I was worrying about my chemistry test and now ….” shaking her head for a moment, she pulled her legs closer again to rest her head on her knees.

“It seems to be some kind of infection. Mom told us that there were incidents already, but the government choose to not tell it to the puplic. They didn´t expect it to run wild in just a few hours.”with every word his voice grew deeper with anger.

“How does the infection work?” it was just a mere whisper, but he knew that she porpably had it on her mind for a while.

“Was there really no cure at all?” she didn´t cry, no sobs either and her voice didn´t break, but it still made his stomach turn.

“Not… for everyone.”

“So you lied to me?!” Y/Ns head snapped immediately up to look him directly in his eyes.

Laying his big hand onto her head, he sighed.

“No. No, I didn´t. It was to late for them… If you get bit or even scratched, the infection will kill you and then it is like a restart. But Nothing is left of the former self.” he explained calmly.

“So only those who just got infected but didn´t die can be rescued?”

Slowly nodding his head, Kylo sighed again and lifted his hand from her head.

For a moment there was just a comfortable silence between them until Y/N spoke up again.

“Kylo? I´m… I´m sorry for calling you a monster.” he could hear in her voice that she felt uncomfortable to bring it up again.

“Don´t worry. It´s not the first time I hear that. Really it´s alright.”

She scoffed and looked up at him again. “Well that doesn´t sound alright to me. Who said that?”

“Does it matter?” Kylo returned the question with a grin. Shrugging with her shoulders Y/N only sighed.

Feeling his enormous hand on her head again, she tried to look up. “But I appreciate your apology.”

With a grown she laid her head on her knees again and he rased an eyebrow.

“Everything alright?”

“I feel a little naceous...” she mumbled and it felt like a lighting bulb went off over his head.

“Shoot, you didn´t have any food! I totally forgot to give you and Ben the stuff we took.” lightly tapping onto the window from the drivers cabin, Kylo waited until Ben sticked his head up. “You hungry, buddy?”

“Starving!” his younger brother nodded and opened the window to take the plastic bag with snacks for him.

Handing Y/N the other bag, her Eyes widened at her favourite pie on top.

“I can´t believe you really got some!” she grinned and immediately bite into the sweet tart.

“Slow down, otherwise you´re gonna choke.” while laughing, Kylo offered her a small bottle of water.

While to other two were filling their tummys and Matt made another round, Kylo studied the maps again, before he noticed something heavy against his arm.

Looking down at it, he saw Y/N had fallen asleep and slowly sunk down against him.

Only a few more hours and their all would be in Washington and reunited with their Parents. At least that it was Kylo thought, not knowing how wrong he was.

NEXT CHAPTER - Nothing left

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[jarpadswalker]

Well seems like Jared has finally taken a call to distance himself from SPN Conventions circuit. I, for one would be happy If he decides to not attend this toxic get together where he is treated as a punch bag by fans as well his colleagues. There is zero material coming ot of these cons I mean I can literally tell what all will be said in upcoming call

- there will be hellers trying to get validation

- J2 will try to sell their chemistry.

-Jensen will go overboard and act all brotherly with Jared. On other hand Jared will read the studio line of how Jensen work hard for TW and he got faith in him

- Questions on Jensen directing Walker?/ Will Jared appear on TW

- Some rehashed kids story for distraction. Acting advice. Mental Health advice or gratitude to J2

- Jensen will crush destiel hope when they try to reel him with Destil questions.

In the aftermath Destiel will crib how Jensen is queerbaiting in two hours they find some ridiculous reason to blame Jared and divert all their hate on to him.

It us so tiring just by look of it and Jared has to live it with smile on the face. I am happy he is choosing himself. I would be happy If Jared starts Walker cons, it will be fun to see Walker cast, who got nothing but respect for Jared.