#exercises to calm your horse down

[sandra-hippologic]

Start at Liberty Clicker Training your Horse with these Pro Tips!

When you follow my page on Facebook or follow my personal page, you know I offer free Masterclasses on a regular basis. I do this to reach more people and help more horses. today I would like to share some of the top tips to get your horse started in At Liberty Clicker Training using the HippoLogic Rectangle. What is “At Liberty”? To me At Liberty training means “Freedom Dressage”. Dressage…

[harunayuuka2060]

Idia: H-Hi... M-My name is I-Idia Shroud. The housewarden of Ignihyde...

Yuurin: *bows her head respectfully to him* It's my pleasure to meet you, Housewarden Idia. My name is Yuurin. *has been assigned by Professor Vargas to help him in finishing the exercise*

Idia: O-Okay. Shall we start now?

Yuurin: *nods*

Idia: *lies down on his back, bending his knees*

Yuurin: *holds his feet securely*

Idia: I'm quite good at situps. I can probably do five.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *smiles* That's great, Housewarden Idia.

Idia: OMG!

Idia: R-Really?

Yuurin: *nods* We should start now, Housewarden Idia.

Idia: Ah, yes. *tries to do one situp*

Yuurin: ...

Idia: *struggles to lift his upperbody*

Yuurin: ...

Idia: ...

Idia: *sighs to himself*

Yuurin: It seems you didn't get enough sleep last night.

Idia: Yes...

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: He's the opposite of Leona-senpai.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Please hold my hand, Housewarden Idia. So I can pull you up.

Idia: Eh? You will do that?

Yuurin: Yes. Your core will still hurt after this even with assistance.

Yuurin: That should be acceptable.

Idia: Th-Thanks...

Ortho: What do you think about her, brother?

Idia: She's nice.

Ortho: That's great! Then can you be friends with her?

Idia: Nonononono— I shouldn't.

Ortho: Why not?!

Idia: Leona will kill me.

Ortho: ...Oh.

Idia: I witnessed how he dragged Ace when he tried to approach her.

Idia: It was the scariest thing...

Ortho: ...

*In the Equestrian Club*

Sebek: *frowning*

Sebek: What is a non-member doing here?!

Student A: Oh. Yuurin is here to visit that horse.

Sebek: That still doesn't answer my question!

Sebek: Our horses are not pets!

Student A: Well, you should ask Sir Riddle.

Sebek: No need! I will ask him myself! *approaches Yuurin*

Sebek: HUMAN! ONLY MEMBERS OF EQUESTRIAN CLUB ARE ALLOWED TO BE HERE!

Yuurin: I have permission from Riddle Rosehearts — Housewarden of Heartslabyul.

Sebek: Do you have proof?!

Yuurin: ...

Her horse: *his tail swishing* *and obviously annoyed at Sebek*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Are you the leader of this club?

Sebek: No!

Yuurin: Then, are you its vice leader?

Sebek: N-No...

Yuurin: I see. So you hold no authority.

Sebek: How dare you, human!

Yuurin's horse: *grunting noises*

Yuurin: Calm down, Aerion. *pets him gently*

Aerion: *snorts*

Sebek: You... YOU EVEN NAMED THE HORSE?!

Aerion: ...

Aerion: *is now staring at Sebek*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Yes. Aerion is a majestic horse. He reminds me of Pegasus.

Aerion: *nuzzles her hand*

Sebek: ...

Sebek: YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO NAME OUR HORSES!

Aerion: *baring his teeth at him*

Yuurin: ...

Riddle: Yuurin has my permission to visit the Equestrian Club.

Sebek: !!!

Sebek: I-Is that so?

Yuurin: ...

Riddle: You should apologize to him.

Sebek: Wh-Why would I—

Yuurin: "One's character is a reflection of their leader."

Yuurin: Is the housewarden of Diasomnia the same?

Riddle and Sebek: ...

Sebek: ARE YOU INSULTING MALLEUS?!!

Yuurin: You're tarnishing your housewarden's reputation with that behavior.

Riddle: ...

Sebek: You... FIGHT ME, HUMAN!

Riddle: Sebek!

Yuurin: Very well.

Yuurin: *walks up to him and punches him straight in the face*

Sebek: *falls on his behind*

Sebek: *blinks in confusion*

Sebek: What—

Yuurin: I advise you to visit the infirmary. And have your nose treated.

Sebek: *his nose bleeding from the punch*

Riddle: ...

Yuurin: *turns to Riddle* I hope you forgive me for my behavior. I will accept any disciplinary action.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: No. It's fine. He asked you for a fight and you gave it to him.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: HE CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD!

Lilia: *chuckles* No, Sebek. You asked for it and he acted based on your request.

Sebek: Keuk— I see. Thank you, Lilia-sama, for explaining to me.

Lilia: What is his name again? Yuurin? *chuckles* He's quite strong for him to take you down easily.

Sebek: *blushes in embarrassment*

Malleus: Indeed. Why not invite him to visit Diasomnia? I would like to meet him myself.

Sebek: W-Waka-sama?

Lilia: *chuckles* Don't worry, Sebek. We are only curious.

Akihiko: Yuurin...

Yuurin: I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry.

Akihiko: ...

Akihiko: *chuckles* Well, we can't do anything about it now.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiko: Anyway, Yuurin? Are you still taking your medication?

Yuurin: Yes. On a daily basis.

Akihiko: Don't you think it's time that you stop taking them?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: But Aki—

Akihiko: Yuurin, I want to hear your real voice someday.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Hm. I'll find an alternative instead to keep this manly voice.

Akihiko: As long as it's not medication.

Yuurin: Yes, Aki.

Akihiko: Thank you, bluebell. *chuckles softly*

Yuurin: *smiles*

[wordywarriorwrites]

Green on the Vine

Title: Green on the Vine | A03 | Rating: T+

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: There's nothing time hasn't touched - except maybe her love for him.

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence and spice.

A/N: This one's for you, @goodwithcheese - hope it meets with your approval. Inspo. ❤️🍓

Atop a quilted blanket beside the riverbank, with a neon moon high overhead – that’s where Joel Miller had remade her.

A farmhand who was helping her grandpa for the summer. Just nineteen to her seventeen, but somehow, worldlier. Slower to smile, but polite. A thinker if there ever was one.  

Shy curiosity and too-fast car rides with all the windows down. Picking strawberries at the crack of dawn. Fixing fence posts and exercising the horses. Drinking lemonade from the same glass beneath the shade of an oak tree older than God. A chaste kiss to her cheek in thanks for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich morphing into hickeys on her collarbone.

The calm water – the same water she’d been swimming in since toddlerhood – is refreshingly cool against her toes. It’s gentle as laps back and forth, up and over the tiny pebbles just scant inches from the edge of the blanket spread beneath her across the tall, soft grass. She can see the outline of Joel’s lithe form break from beneath the water’s surface, the moonlight highlighting drops of water as they steadily drip-drop from the tips of his ears and jut of his chin.

She knows what they’ve just done won’t change anything – not really. In less than two months, he’ll be gone. Back to university, hundreds of miles away…

“You getting in?” he calls.

She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t try to cover up, doesn’t let the realization of how soon he’ll be gone ruin everything. She just lets the water take her from the shoreline to the warmth of his embrace. She feels his nose, how it presses into the crook of her neck. The breadth of his shoulders as he inhales deeply, chest expanding, strong arms making ripples as he slowly, carefully, eases her legs around his waist and brings her in close.

A soft, lingering kiss pressed to her shoulder. A pointed squeeze to her hip.

“You okay?”

A weighted question. An expected one, especially from Joel, who she’s discovered is sometimes as skittish as a colt. He’s quiet, keener to listen than talk, which means he hears and sees more than most people she knows. She understands that about him, appreciates that about him, and reassurance is easily given – a slow nod, followed by a ‘mm-hm.’

Because physically, she is okay. It was nothing like the horror stories she’d heard from her friends.

Perhaps that was because Joel knew what he was doing – or at least, it seemed like he did. Limited experience and what she’d heard whispered at sleepovers and in locker rooms had prepared her for impatience. For demands she couldn’t meet. For pain.

But not with Joel.

With Joel, she hungered. For his touch and the way his fingers dug into her flesh and his palms burned her skin. For his kiss – the sensation of him licking into her mouth, tongue hot and lips soft, teeth sinking into her throat and the hinge of her jaw. He brought out in her a new desperation she’d never known before; one that emboldened her, and made her want to feel more, explore more.  

No rushing. No judgment. No shame. Just laughter and racing hearts and learning what one another liked. Weeks of steaming up the backseat windows and sneaking off into the barn before she got her first real taste of what other girls her age called love. It had moved so fast with him – faster than was probably wise, given how much her heart had also gotten involved – but she hadn’t been able to stop herself. Hadn’t wanted to stop herself.

Because she wanted Joel Miller.

And images she always will.

In November, she gets a letter. Nothing too long, because he doesn’t have much to say, but it’s enough to make the pain of his departure hurt a little bit less.

It’s followed by charming, goofy cards on Christmas and Valentine’s Day that make her smile.

In May, she gets another Hallmark – this time, for her eighteenth birthday. She laughs and displays it on her dresser next to a copy of her Valedictorian speech.

In July, it’s a letter. Two pages this time, front and back, and what he writes brings tears. Makes them well until they roll, landing on the paper and smudging some of the ink where he’d signed his name. And she reminds herself of what they agreed to and the promises they’d made; that they wouldn’t get hung up on each other, that they’d find happiness beyond the summer, that they’d be glad for each other when it came…

She’d never been sorry, and even with this, even with knowing he’s moving on – she’s still not.

And she never will be.

She’s a junior in college when Grandpa dies.

And that’s when Joel Miller calls for the first time.

The day after the funeral. When she’s alone at the farm with her grief, and the house is too quiet and still, that’s when her cell rings. The sound of his voice warms her in the same way it had back them, only this time, there’s a double tap of agony to her heart because the memories are compounded by the pain of both a fresh loss and the moons and miles between her and him.  

A sob tries to crawl its way up the back of her throat, but it gets stuck. Not because of anything Joel says, but because a cry of a different kind comes out first. A squeal of a child’s voice. A calling of ‘daddy, daddy!’  The thud of footfalls and a muffled ‘oof!’ A gentle shushing, followed by, ‘Give daddy a minute, baby girl. I’m on the phone with a friend.’

“M’sorry about that,” he sighs.

“You have a daughter,” she replies.

Over the next ten minutes, Joel speaks more than he ever has, and there’s no denying the tears that follow are a complicated mix of happy and sad.

Joel Miller had only been hers for a fleeting moment in time, and while she’d never say it to him, she could admit to herself that she’d broken her promise. She still longed for him, and for her, something was still there.

Always had been.

Always would be.

There hadn’t been any more cards, letters, or calls.

But she did visit the farm every summer – right up until the world ended.

When that happened, nothing mattered, least of all the torch she carried for Joel. Self-preservation overrode everything, and she learned early on not to allow herself to care about such things.

Nothing soft – nothing innocent – could survive such a wasteland.  

She couldn’t exactly recall when she’d last seen the farm, but she was on her own and could think of nowhere else to go. When she arrived, she wasn’t surprised to find the clickers and raiders and scavengers had done a number on the place. Overgrown fields. A dilapidated barn. The structure of the house was nothing but a skeleton – all bones and broken windows, no warmth or life.

But the path to the river – from what she could remember, that hadn’t changed much. But still, she walked it cautiously, gun in hand, ears straining for any signs of life. She tried not to look at the oak tree, tried not to stop and see if their jaggedly carved initials had made it through the apocalypse, but her feet took her there anyway.

Caught up in a moment, she let her mind wander. Allowing herself to feel something. To set aside the numbness, just for a moment, and recollect something that hadn’t been tainted. It’s why she completely missed the fresh tracks, and why she didn’t notice the rather poorly hidden backpack, beat-up rifle, and tattered, filthy clothes in the overgrown brush.

The silence breaks with the softest of splashes, followed by a dark head of hair, broad shoulders, and a long sigh. Shock and disbelief, she thinks, is what stops her from instinctively lifting her gun and firing.

He’s quick to realize he’s not alone, and he stands, bare-chested and hands fisted at his sides. Water sloughs down his torso and ripples beneath his navel, the action of him coming to his full height revealing a knife strapped to his forearm. Forty years, maybe longer; ravaged by time and circumstances; hallowed eyes full of pain and loss…

Even with all that, she knows it’s him. Sees him.

This scar-littered man exuded danger and fury. Battle weary. Worn. Perhaps even broken beyond repair. He was no longer the same Joel Miller she once knew. And she was no longer the same girl he’d made love to beneath the hot July moon all those years ago, but still…

A long stretch of nothing but standing and staring. Then, a flare of recognition. Joel doesn’t exactly smile at her, but he relaxes, and eventually, sinks back into the water. A heartbeat, maybe two, and then he gruffly asks.

“You gettin’ in?”

And she does.

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghaoptober #1

Prompt: Drive

Words: 2200~

TW: Mentions of Torture. (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

This one got very out of hand, I couldn't think of anything to do with cars, so I took it in a different direction.

Hope you Enjoy!

Ghost steps back, wiping his hand off on his thigh, uncaring of the sticky smears it leaves behind. Staring, he lets the knuckles of his -marginally cleaner- hand press against his lips through his balaclava as he debates with himself, a remnant of Simon Riley's old habit of chewing on his fingers. The interrogation was stalling, it'd been going on for too long, their guest had lost the haze of shock and fear, he was starting to acclimatize to The Ghost. It was taking more to pull less from him, and he still hadn’t fessed up to where his homebase is. 

Thaddaeus Gedaliah, the man in charge of getting a lot of very bad people what they needed, where they needed it. He’d been a lucky grab off a facility raid, they’d had no information on Gedaliah being anywhere near that side of the globe. The 141 found it highly suspicious, as they were well sunk into the habit of looking gift horses in the mouth.

Ghost thought back, trying to recall the base’s practice schedules, then walked out of the room to consult with Price. 

“Router Woods is empty right now?” He stood alongside the Captain, staring in at Gedaliah as the man dropped his head back, letting it hang off his shoulders as he slumped into the chair he was bound to. He was closer to breaking than Ghost had estimated. 

Good. 

Now the trick was making sure he broke in a helpful direction and didn’t just lose his mind. 

“Should be.” Price affirmed after a moment of thought and a quick check on his phone, “Need it?”

“Affirm, Johnny’s exercising?”

“He usually starts around now. But you already knew that.” Price side-eyed him.

Ghost nodded as he turned away and headed for the exit. He had already known, but it was only polite to give the Captain an idea of what he was planning. Cresting the stairs and pushing through the doors, Ghost held up a hand to ward off the glare of the sun and glanced around for anyone he could send running for Johnny.

The interrogation block was part of the general detainment building, a good two-dozen metres back from the rear of the main-building, situated smack dab in the centre of the base. The actual interrogation block was on the bottom floor, deep underground to take advantage of the natural soundproofing. 

“Corporal Winslow!” Ghost called the woman over, standing through the obligatory salute and ‘Sir!’, “Where are you headed?”

The Corporal seemed confused -Ghost couldn’t blame her, he wasn’t one for small talk or asking after others-, but answered promptly. “I’ve just begun my free hours, Sir. I’m-”

“Good,” Ghost cut in, “Tell Sergeant Mactavish to R.V with Captain Price and I at the south entrance of Router Woods A.S.A.P. You’ll find him in the delta sector of the gym.” 

The Corporal gave a crisp, ‘Yes, Sir!’ with another salute and obediently trotted off in the direction of the gymnasium centre. 

Giving a satisfied nod, Ghost headed back down into the interrogation block. Corporal Winslow was shaping up well with her recent promotion, there’s not many that would have handled a blood stained ghost-story barking orders at them with her perfunctory calm. 

“Planning to wash him out?” Captain Price asked, meeting him at the base of the stairs.

“With your permission of course, Sir.” Ghost let a grin stretch his mouth, but bowed his head to the Captain with sincere deference. If Price disagreed, Ghost would listen.

“Nah, you know that I trust you with this. If this is what you think will work, this is what we’ll do.” Price held open the door to Ghost's working room for him.

Stepping up to Gedaliah, Ghost let his excitement shine through his eyes. Reveling in the nervous swallow that bobbed in the other man’s throat. This wasn’t what Gedaliah had come to expect. The door had only opened long enough to permit Ghost’s entry for the past three days, Gedaliah hadn’t seen another human in at least seven before that. Thaddeus didn’t seem excited about this sudden change in routine.

Smart man.

Any wounds still freely bleeding were bluntly staunched, a gag stuffed into his mouth, hands tied behind his back, and his ankles secured to his hands. Ghost tested the give of the serviceable hog-tie, then hauled him up over his shoulder. Easily ignoring all squirming as he carried him out of the room, giving Price a thankful nod. 

Router Woods was a barbed and fenced-in copse of woods that made up a not insignificant part of the base’s northern footprint. It was occasionally utilised for training programs or punishments. 

After a quiet walk around the back of the base, so as to not prematurely scar any rooks and FNGs, Price and Ghost approached the south entrance. Router Woods' south entrance, matching all of its other entrances, was two trees with orange flags tied round their trunks with a rotting shack nearby that holds some surplus supplies, a log-book, and -if you’re very very lucky- a pen. 

Ghost dropped his luggage, rolling out his shoulders as Price popped into the booth to check the log-book.

“All clear. Last person logged as leaving 15:34 yesterday with no new entries.” Price read off, stretching the book's tether to get it into the light coming in through the shack’s open door.

“Good-”

“L.T! Price!” Came a cheery shout, the voice lilting with an unmistakable Scottish brogue.

“Johnny,” Ghost greeted, reeling in the Scot by the back of his neck to rub his balaclava-covered cheek over the top of his warhawk. Grinning at the happy squirming Johnny struggled to contain as he tried to stay firmly within range of the affectionate marking. 

“Hi, Si,” The Scot murmured after Ghost lifted his head, staring up at him with warm eyes that roiled with possessive greedy insatiable want. 

“Hi, Johnny,” Ghost murmured in return, rocking him gently by the firm grip he'd kept on his neck.

“That's enough of that, you muppets,” Price cut in, tossing the log-book back into the shack and securing the door with the Military Grade slide-latch that had been crookedly screwed into the frame. 

“Aye, right,” Johnny shook himself off after Ghost reluctantly released him, “Wha’d ye need me for then?” 

“Need you to wash out a target, Soap” Price informed him as Ghost didn’t seem inclined. Distracted, as the Lieutenant was, with watching his Sergeant. 

“Oh, ye always give meh the nicest ‘hings, L.T,” Soap all but purred, staring into those heated brown eyes, a wicked curl taking up the edges of his lips. 

“You’re not too tired, Johnny?” Ghost questioned.

“Nay, L.T. Hadnae even started my workout when Winslow grabbed meh.” Soap reassured, reining in the instincts urging him to wiggle about and rub happily up against his superiors.

Gedaliah chose that moment to take umbrage with being ignored and began flailing about like a landed fish, drawing Johnny’s gaze. The Sergeant's pupils focusing in on the roped man with a predatory gleam. 

“Someone’s eager,” Price’s face was serious, but the crinkles at the corners of his eyes betrayed him, pleased to see his men happy, “I’ll just get our friend ready while you bring Soap up to speed, shall I,”

Ghost planted a hand on Johnny’s chest and walked him back a few steps, clocking the way his eyes never lost their lock on Gedaliah. “Soap,” He drew Johnny's focus to him, grabbing him by the chin when his eyes kept darting to where Price had given up unraveling Ghost’s knots and was cutting Gedaliah free.

“MacTavish.” he shook the Scot by the jaw, letting his fingers press firmly into Johnny’s cheeks, feeling the shapes of his teeth under his fingertips. Staring into his Sergeant's eyes to make sure he had his full attention, he felt Johnny nod into his grip. Letting Ghost know that he had him now. 

“Limbs only, No body-shots, No touching the head. He's mine, I’m not done with him.” Ghost kept his words calm and clear, making sure Johnny was registering what he was saying, “Copy?”

“Aye, Ghost.” Soap nodded, taking in deep huffing breaths, “Not mine.”

Ghost smiled at the basso notes creeping into Johnny’s voice, releasing his face and giving him a rough pat on the head, “Good boy.”

A scuffle snapped Johnny’s attention back to where Price was restraining Gedaliah, the man had tried to break Price’s grip, but the Captain still had him well in hand. 

“Ready? Ghost, you have a set of comms?” Price questioned, and at the successive yesses released his hold on Gedaliah, shooing the man into the woods when he turned a hesitant look on them, “Well go on then, you wanted to run didn't you?” Price raised a mocking eyebrow. Nodding with satisfaction when Gedaliah promptly turned tail and skedaddled into the woods. 

“You gonna run him or makin’ it quick?” Price propped his hands against his hips and turned back to Ghost, keeping an absent eye on Soap stripping down to his skivvies beside the Lieutenant.

 “Run him,” Ghost replied, his full attention on the now sky-clad Scot beside him. Without looking away, Ghost pulled a small bell out of a pocket, hooked it onto himself and tugged free the rag that stopped its ringing, “Need him scared,” 

Soap’s breathing slowed and rasped. A rumbling echoing up from deep in his chest as he stared into the trees. Tremble and shakes taking over his muscles. His skin jumping like a horse twitching off flies. 

“You got that Johnny?”

“Aye,” The word crackled from Johnny’s throat and the first grotesque snap rent the air. Soap fell into a crouch as his balance became compromised. His form warping, twisting, reforming into something broader, taller, furrier. 

The nauseating noises slowed to a stop and Soap walked his front limbs forward, letting his claws dig into the dirt as he dropped his hips close to the ground, giving a great whining yawn as he stretched his back out in a passing imitation of snake-pose. 

“Soap,” the amalgamation of wolf and man whipped its head around at Ghost’s call, Johnny’s blue eyes watching him from above that sharp-fanged muzzle. Ghost swung a flat palmed hand out to indicate the woods and barked, “Fass!” 

The werewolf wasted no time, launching forwards into the trees, sniffing briefly at the dirt to check which direction his prey had run, then picking up speed. Ears swiveling, focused on finding any sign of his quarry, Soap absently registered the quiet chiming that meant Ghost was following behind. A splash of blood on the leaf litter lit up his senses and sent him flying after the source. Johnny’s brown-furred tail vanishing amongst the foliage, followed by a crash and screams that Ghost easily recognized as Gedaliah’s. He picked up his pace to an easy jog, coming upon the scene of Gedaliah with his arm stuck tight in the trap of Soap’s jaws, the werewolf growling like a Harley, standing dominantly over the prone man, giving into his instincts to snarl and shake his prey every so often. Drawing pained wails from Gedaliah.

“Good, Soap,” Ghost calls, amused by the immediate tail-wag the praise gifts him, “Soap, Aus!”

Well-trained as any military man, Soap immediately releases the arm and back off a few steps, slavering jaws shaking with the need to regrab his prey. 

“You didn’t even get ten metres,” Ghost tsks down at Gedaliah.

The strangely amiable voice jolts Gedaliah out of the paralyzing staredown he’d been trapped in with Soap and he scrambles to turn over onto his belly and stumble to his feet. Strange, Ghost hadn’t got around to working on Gedaliah’s legs yet. 

Watching Gedaliah catch his balance against a trunk, Ghost offers some advice, “If I were you, I wouldn’t…” He trails off as Gedaliah takes off into the trees, leaving a trail of heinous cursing like bread-crumbs, “...run.” Ghost continues, glancing down to where Johnny is dancing on his paws, straining at the invisible leash of Ghost’s command, “It only triggers his prey-drive.” 

He watches Gedaliah bull his way farther into the forest, pleased to see that the man’s legs do seem to be working fine, it must have just been fear weakening his knees. Soap’s whining pitches up, the occasional yelp and quiet yowl creeping in as his new toy gets further and further away, but the werewolf doesn’t give voice to anything Ghost could reasonably call a bark.

What a good boy.

“Fass.” The syllable had barely crossed Ghost’s teeth before Johnny was racing away. Kicking up dirt and baying like a maniac. 

Ghost gives a wry shake of his head. He cannot believe he actually fell for that idiot. With a sigh that held more affection than exasperation, he started jogging after them. Maybe two more take-downs and Gedaliah should be more willing to talk. 

Ahead of him, Johnny tries to make a quick turn, doesn’t account for his momentum and skids sideways into a tree with a canopy shaking thud. The oversized mutt shakes himself, sniffs around, then takes off again. Tail wagging with uncontained joy the whole time.

Maybe three more take-downs.

Thank You For Reading!

So I chose to interpret drive as 'Prey Drive', and for that I needed it to be werewolf!soap and handler!ghost, nothing else fit. Also as you might have guessed, in this au, the 141 chose a homebase that has a little forest so wolfy Soap can run around in it.

I can't promise that all of my Ghoaptober responses will be this long, they most likely will not, but I'll try my best to make them nice to read regardless!

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[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

Troublemaker PT. 4 | Daemon Targaryen x reader

Summary: When I said I would not write another part of troublemaker, oops. here it is. Daemon worrying about his pregnant wife. part 1, part 2, part 3 of the troublemaker serie.

111 AC

“Y/n Targaryen what in the gods name are you doing?” she looked over her shoulder to see your husband and you feel the horse stiffen underneath you. For a split second you have the fear that it will buck and run for the hills, but it calms down enough to shake its head and relax. You softly stroke her neck and praise her for not running away in fear. Anya is a beautiful black mare, who could be clumsy at times, but she trotted and jumped as the best. She did not like men around her much and at times she could have a bit of a temperament, but she was a gentle soul and very curious. As soon as the two of you had meet. She had instantly bonded with you and you with her. She had been a gift from Daemon for your first marriage anniversary. According to him, the horse’s temperament had reminded you of him when he saw Anya for the very first time. He had been away for business and when walking through the stables with a lord he had come across Anya.

“Anya needed exercise!” You yell back at your lovely husband who looks like he had just recovered from a panic attack. He has been way to worried about you for the last few months and today his concern was shining bright as ever. “Get your lovely ass of that horse before you break something, the maester said no horse riding anymore, you need to rest.” You laugh softly but do not make any moves of climbing down instead you direct Anya with your knees closer to Daemon. “He is an old man; exercise is healthy for the three of us.”

You almost feel sorry for your husband, but the maester was old and conservative, you knew your body the best and had seen your fair side of pregnancies in your life. You know that you were not too far along yet to ride a horse and exercise is just as healthy if not more than staying in bed all day. However, your poor husband was not that convinced the exercise part and had asked a maester for advice. Since you had told him you were pregnant, he had not let you of his eye, always fussing over you and making a scene out of it wherever you went. You knew deep down that he was scarred of losing you like he had lost his mother. He would save you in a heartbeat over the child if it came to it and you both knew it. As he had said he did not need child perse, but he could not live without you. Nonetheless you were pretty sure that as soon at the little one was born, he would all but forget about you.

He slowly comes closer, and you saw the worry on his face. “I just worry, for you and the babe.” You smile at him and reach out your hand for him to take while still sitting atop of Anya. “I know but I am not made of glass or sugar for that matter.” Daemon takes your hand and brings it to his mouth placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “Even if you where you would be the strongest type of glass, but it’s a husband’s job to worry.” Before you can reject that statement his arms quickly lift you up from the saddle and he settles you down next to him, tucking you into his side. “However, you are trouble whenever you go, and I rather not find my wife with a broken neck.” You huff and lightly hit his chest. “I am a better rider then you are.” He smiles down at you, and you twist yourself out of his arms. “That you are but you also currently have a condition which has not made you less clumsy.”

Your face flushes with anger and quickly turn around to focus on Anya and ignore Daemons last statement. Anya is not faring much better as she is breathing harshly through her noose and stomping her leg on the grass. Apparently, Daemon has also reached his limit with her. She shakes her head at Daemon and before you can even intervene throws him on his ass right in a puddle of mud. You stifle your laugh as you know look down on your husband who looks at the both of you with a look of shock and acceptance. “I don’t think Anya, nor I approve of you calling me being pregnant a condition.” With those words you turn around leading Anya back to the stables leaving Daemon behind in the mud.

Daemon shakes his head still in disbelief as he watches his little troublemaker walk away with her little helper. He knew he should not have said those words and the universe had found a way to punish him for it. Groaning he lifted himself up to his own two feet and followed your form to the stables like a puppy.

111 AC

Everybody you came across today was not meeting your eyes and it was getting old real fast. Because you were concerned that something was wrong with your appearance you had looked in a mirror, but both your hair and face looked perfectly fine. You had racked your brain to try and come up with an explanation for why everybody was ignoring you but the only thing that came to mind was that Daemon had found a way to get himself, and to an extension you exiled again.

You smiled at the approaching lord coming from the council room, which you remembered to be working alongside your husband. But like many before him his eyes widen and immediately turn to the ground, rushing past you like you were hideous. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as you walk into the council room to find your husband. As soon as you enter a silence rolls over the remaining lords halting every conversation. One of them even has the audacity to awkwardly cough while looking at Daemon.

Your husband however unashamedly stares at your chest and slowly you feel horrified as you notice the wetness at the chest of the bodice. You groan softly as your eyes find two wet sticky splotches on your bodice. Your body is leaking milk unbeknown to you. It made sense if you thought about it being at the end of pregnancy, but it does not mean you have to like what your body is doing to you. As if walking around like a duck and not being able to see your feet because of your belly wasn’t enough. Only the gods know for how you had walked around with it. Well, nobody had shamed you all had instead chosen to look away to at least grant you some decency. But you would rather have had somebody tell you, that you were walking around with two bloody milk dots. Men are all so stupid.

“Alright out with you all!” Daemon voice booms through the room as he pulls you into his chest. With flushed cheeks you press your face into his chest. “I have been walking with these for a while now, everybody saw, how stupid. I even cursed out some lords after not greeting me.” Daemon only laughs and softly kisses your forehead. “Well at least they listen to my wedding speech about not looking or even thinking about sexualizing you. You look up at survey the room but the only two people still left are Daemon and you. “Well, you did promise to cut out their guts and feed it to them if they did so it think your point was clear. “He lifts you up and gentle sets you down on the table. “Damn straight, you are mine, all mine.” His lips find the border of where your neck and jaw meet, and he possessively kisses the little spot.

“Uncle Daemon…” the soft voice of Rhaenyra carries through the room, but Daemon does not stop instead he attacks your neck with more kisses. “Oh, never mind.” You hear the secondhand embarrassment in her voice as she took in the sight in front of her, but neither Daemon nor you could care at this moment. Moreover, you have had your share of embarrassment for today and having to have a little chat with Rhaenyra after she had just seen you two was not really on things you wanted to discuss today.

113 AC

Daemon was enjoying the sight in front of him. you were laying in the hollow of his arm, your hand laying on his chest, while your head was resting on his arm near his shoulder. Sun was coming through the window as the night sky made space for the sun. your belly was slightly in the way, but he did not care much as he could feeling nothing else then being contempt. You were going to give him another heir and he could not be happier your first pregnancy had been a breeze and he had eased up on the worrying bit the second time around but still he liked it best when you were close to him and engaging in too straining activities.

The door to your shared room opened with a little creak and he looked up, trying to make out who was the intruder. His other hand automatically found the knife hidden by the nightstand. However, the sound of little feet made him halt in his actions as he recognized his first-born son. “Dada, I stay?” Daemon felt you stir in his arms as your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder and saw your little toddler standing there. Immediately a smile crossed your face. Daemon wondered how the little Baelon had been able to make his way out of his crib and find his way towards your room but let it slide as he saw his soon tiredly wiping his eyes.

You had opened the blanket for Baelon and gestured that he should nestle himself between the two of you, scooting just so slightly back his little body could fit in-between the two of you. Baelon did not need any more encouragement as he climbed his way over Daemon legs to nestle himself in-between. His head rested on your chest, and you closed your eyes again as you hand made its way to Baelon’s back, drawing small circles to sooth him. not long after Daemon heard your breathing pattern change and he knew you were back to sleep. He smiled at himself as he ignored the sun coming into the room even further and nestled back in with his little family. Business could wait he had everything he needed right here. Daemon closed his eyes but not before tightening his grip on his wife and his son. 

[psychics4unet]

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Pile 1: 🌙✨

The cards in this pile are the Star 🌟, the Hermit 🦉, and the Fool 🤸‍♀️.

The Star 🌟: Represents calm and healing energy, suggesting that your future spouse will enjoy pets like birds 🦜, fish 🐠, or rabbits 🐰—gentle, serene animals that bring peace and comfort to the home. 🌸

The Hermit 🦉: This card points to a person who enjoys solitude, so they may love cats 🐱 or reptiles 🦎 like snakes 🐍 or lizards—pets that don’t demand constant interaction but offer quiet companionship. 🧘‍♀️

The Fool 🤸‍♀️: The Fool brings spontaneity and adventure. Your future spouse may be drawn to more active, playful pets like a dog 🐕, particularly a border collie 🐾 or golden retriever 🐕‍🦺, that matches their adventurous spirit. 🌍

Summary: Your future spouse is likely to love a mix of calm and playful animals. They could be drawn to pets like cats 🐱, dogs 🐕, or birds 🦜. They seek both quiet companionship and a bit of fun! 🎉✨

Pile 2: 💫🔮

The cards in this pile are the Moon 🌙, the Lovers 💖, and the Chariot 🚗.

The Moon 🌙: This card suggests an attraction to mysterious and intuitive pets. Your future spouse might be drawn to black cats 🖤🐱, ferrets 🐾, or even owls 🦉—pets that are a bit mystical or have unique personalities. 🌒

The Lovers 💖: Reflecting harmony and deep connection, this card points toward pets that offer companionship and mutual respect. Your spouse might love dogs 🐶, particularly golden retrievers 🐕‍🦺 or labradors 🐕—loyal and affectionate breeds. 🐾

The Chariot 🚗: Represents determination and movement. Your future spouse might enjoy active pets 🏃‍��️ like a horse 🐎 or a border collie 🐕—pets that require focus, exercise, and attention to thrive. 🌟

Summary: Your future spouse will likely love animals that challenge them and offer deep emotional connections. They may enjoy dogs 🐕 and could also be drawn to more exotic animals like ferrets 🐾 or owls 🦉. 🐾✨

Pile 3: 🌺🌟

The cards in this pile are the Strength 💪, the Empress 🌸, and the Tower 🏰.

Strength 💪: Your future spouse will likely be drawn to strong, patient pets like German shepherds 🐕‍🦺 or boxers 🥊—larger breeds that require training and show resilience but also offer affection. 🐾

The Empress 🌸: This card represents nurturing energy. Your spouse might love cocker spaniels 🐶, cavalier King Charles spaniels 🐾, or bunnies 🐰—animals that require care and offer a lot of emotional reward in return. 💕

The Tower 🏰: The Tower suggests a preference for unexpected or exotic pets. Your future spouse may be intrigued by more unique or uncommon pets like hedgehogs 🦔, parrots 🦜, or even geckos 🦎—animals that may seem surprising but will offer a deep bond. 🐾💥

Summary: Your future spouse is likely to love animals that require care, patience, and offer an emotional connection. Expect pets like German shepherds 🐕, cocker spaniels 🐶, or even hedgehogs 🦔—unique pets that bring both joy and surprise into their lives. 🎉💖

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[guide-to-world-domination]

I can’t stop imagining spider becoming an absolute badass, like the amount of ideas literally keep me up at night. For example, imagine that one day, Neytiri just goes off on Spider and says the most foul things to him - stuff that was so horrendous, even people who equally hated Spider being around had to try and calm her down, because what she was saying was completely out of line. To spider, he’s heard this all from the People, the Scientists, the McCoskers - but Neytiri always strikes a cord that can’t be fixed or shrugged off easily. The only thing that snaps him from his thoughts, was what Neytiri said next while she was being pulled away from the situation.

“You will never be One of the People. Your father is a Demon, and your mother is worse for ever loving him and producing such Spawn”

There it is the breaking point. Spider has always turned the other cheek when it comes to people that insult him or insult him by comparing him to his father. He always found that retaliation and tantrums only proved his accusers assumptions correct. But nobody. Nobody insults his mother. Spider could have screamed back and shouted bloody murder at her, but at this point, he just doesn’t care. She isn’t worth trying to prove himself to. His siblings know who he is, that’s enough.

From that day on, he doesn’t go to High Camp again and doesn’t wear his loincloth. He starts wearing cargo pants and tank tops, but he keeps his armbands, knife and jewellery. He wants to come into his own identity, but he can’t shed what remains of his past life (trying to be part of the Omaticaya). Personally, I don’t think that Norm and the other Scientists wouldn’t care too much about what spider does until he crosses a line or breaks a rule that they haven’t outright told him (that kind of behaviour is traumatising, I would know 🙂). So when figures out to give himself piercings and tattoos, they are livid. They are shocked at the transformation - where painted blue stripes used to be, there were inky black stripes that passed over every limb and even on his face; where dirty brown locs used to be, golden blond hair was fashioned into a Viking braid reaching down his back (similar to a kuru).

The only person that understands and doesn’t overreact is Max. Personally, that man was a dark horse in his family before he came to Pandora, I know it in my soul (Headcanon coming soon or after this post). He takes it on himself to support Spider and nurture his clear talents. He wishes he could have raised spider as his own, but knew that he would be shunned by his colleagues for raising his son - he couldn’t be seen as a disgrace after his time as a child.

Spider had a number of talents and skills, including Engineering, Chemistry, Languages, Marksmanship and martial arts. Max helped to nurture each and everyone. Some days, he would have Spider build and repair weapons and tech. Other days, Spider would learn chemical reactions or a new language. Every evening, Max would instruct Spider in combat and would exercise and lift with him to encourage him. Over the course of a month or two, Spider was unrecognisable. He took in information like a sponge and soon Max was running out of things to teach him. Piloting Samsons and Scorpions - took a few tries, but Spider was truly a born pilot like Paz. Stealth and parkour - He was already a natural, but he was fooling Na’vi warriors more often than not after a week of practice.

Eventually, when Jake started performing raids on RDA Trains, Spider knew it was time to put this all into practice. You see, deep down, he still wanted to prove himself to the People, but not so he could be one of them. He wanted to prove himself, to show them what he forged himself into despite them. However, he knew Jake would never approve him going along - he was still a child. The thought to Spider was ludicrous; Spider never believed he was a child, because no child goes through what he did and remains a child. So he decides to go anyway and doesn’t bother with permission. Though, he does ask Max, who understandably forbids this from happening. After reasoning that he would be safer if he got support to complete this venture, Max relented after hours of back and forth.

And thus, Araña was born. Imagine Winter Soldier getup (Hydra-controlled Bucky, not White Wolf armour) where the half mask acts as his rebreather so he doesn’t risk glass from a regular mask entering his eyes. All manners of weapons are strapped to his body including an Assault Rifle, a revolver (nobody knows that it was actually Quaritch’s revolver that delivered the fatal shot to Grace), A bow and quiver, a LOT of knives and a grenade or two. He looks terrifying but despite this Max feels proud - not about his boy going to fight in a war that has devastated everything he loves, but because this kid, his son, has stepped into his role as a defender and Max is proud of how far Spider has come to reach his goals.

Queue Spider being the biggest menace to RDA society that has ever existed. There was no reason for the Na’vi Ground forces to blow up the rail line, because Spider had already hijacked the train and pulled the breaks. The look of an anonymous Sky Person swing around the train killing and disarming grown men confused everyone in the raiding party, especially the Sully’s. There was something familiar about the acrobatics of this mysterious warrior, the answer on the tips of their tongues. It was only after Spider saved Lo’ak and Neteyam from the missile strike, that everyone realised who this person was. Nobody believed it until Spider spoke and then all he’ll broke loose.

I apologise if this too long or weird, I just needed to get this out of my head. I’ll definitely be adding to this given time, regardless of whether or not people like it, and the only thing that can stop me is my undiagnosed AuDHD.

Farewell to all, Yours sincerely,

Your Favourite Evil Overlord

[stevethehairington]

"and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."

- you are jeff, richard siken

The back of the Winnebago is so quiet. It is so so quiet.

Four rowdy children under the same roof and not a single one of them says a word now. No jokes, no laughter, no bickering. The only sound amongst them all is their shaky inhales and measured exhales as they all marinate in this— this.

The plan that has to work, the uncertainty of what lies ahead. The heavy truth that this may very well be the last time some of them see each other.

Even Robin and her near constant stream of consciousness rambling is silent beside him. The only way he knows she's actually there is when they sail over a pothole and her shoulder bumps into his.

It's fucking eerie.

The silent knell of a death march — or ride. Whatever.

It makes Eddie's stomach turn.

Eddie is nervous. He's terrified, actually. This is bigger than anything he's ever dealt with in his life before, and he doesn't know how he's made it this far, he really doesn't.

But even more, he doesn't know how everyone else around him is so... calm. Sure, they've all done this before, it's far from their first time, but jesus fucking christ, have they really gotten used to fighting interdimensional monsters that threaten to destroy the world? Does that not scare the absolute bejesus out of them? He doesn't understand how no one else is losing their head about it. How an eleven year old is facing fucking doomsday like its nothing while he quakes in his god damn boots over here.

Eddie tightens his grip on his makeshift spear, knuckles going white. Clenches his jaw so hard he's scared he'll crack a tooth.

He tries not to think about how a cracked tooth is the least of his worries right now. How that actually doesn't even sound all that bad compared to the cracked limbs and cracked jaw and fucking vaporized eyeballs that loom in their futures. In Max's future.

Jesus christ, she's so young. Chrissy was so young. Eddie is so young.

His chest feels tight all of the sudden, his brain fuzzy and unfocused. His vision starts to go a little spotty and he can't breathe, he can't fucking breathe.

He can't fucking lose it, though, he can't. Not here, not now. Not in front of everybody else who's fucking cool as a god damn cucumber.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, tries to slow back down. Digs his nails into his palm until the pain of it grounds him. Brings him back.

The fist around his lungs loosens, just enough, as Eddie walks through the breathing exercises Wheeler taught him when he'd nearly lost his marbles last time.

He hasn't even noticed that the Winnebago has stopped moving. Doesn't see that it's all but emptied out. He's the only one left.

Until Steve god damn Harrington slides into the empty space beside him, close enough to touch, and says, "Hey."

Eddie startles, whole body spasming and flinching back until Steve holds up a hand like Eddie's some spooked wild horse and he's trying to ease him back down.

His heart rate slows, but he's still trembling.

Steve reaches out, and his hand curls around Eddie's wrist, thumb coming to rest just over his pulse point. His hand looks rough, still scraped to hell, covered in dirt and blood and dried bat sludge, but his touch is soft. Gentle.

Despite that, it's still solid. Grounding in a way that Eddie needs.

Eddie looks over, because how could he not, and Steve's... he's already looking back. His eyebrows are drawn together in concern, his mouth pursed, like he wants to say more, but chooses not to.

He looks so... he looks so.

And Eddie feels this, this thing expanding in his chest, looking into those glossy eyes, and it's— it almost feels like, like hope or something equally as ridiculous.

It makes him want to laugh, because who the hell could hope in a time like this?

This situation? It's fucking dire. And their plan? It's built on assumptions and fucking faith.

Someone isn't going to make it. That's just how these things work. Eddie's run enough campaigns with storylines just like this one to know the bitter truth of it. There are too many of them, too many moving parts, too many unpredictables. The odds are just not fucking on their side.

(And he has this terrible, horrible feeling, this rock solid pit, in the bottom of his gut, that it's going to be him.

He's the least experienced here, after all, and he's the most likely to freeze in the face of danger.

If someone's going to die today, it's going to be him.)

It's a fact that Eddie has resigned himself to. He's— he hasn't accepted it, per se, but he's acknowledged it. Has started to let it set into his bones.

It doesn't feel real. But it doesn't not feel real either.

He doesn't know what to feel anymore, really.

But Steve, with his big eyes, and his sturdy hands, and his reassuring touch — he feels a lot like hope, like something better than hope.

Something that Eddie can't quite put his finger on, but it seizes his chest in a whole new way.

Eddie wants to chase that feeling.

Wants to let himself believe.

(He knows he shouldn't.)

(Lying in the dirt and a pool of his own blood four hours later, he's glad he didn't.)

[jaetaimjadore]

EVERYDAY VIGNETTES THAT REMIND ME OF ENHYPEN

Pairing: enhypen x reader

Genre: fluff with a touch of angst

Warnings: some suggestive themes, mentions of sexual tension (nothing explicit whatsoever), mentions of food and alcohol, please let me know if i've missed anything else :)

Word count: 1.08k

a/n: this is just a compilation of the silly little musings running through my head that i just so happen to associate with each enha member, so, really, i thought why not share it with you guys? hehehe. enjoy <33

이희승︱Lee Heeseung

Tired lovers whose heads rest upon each other in the quiet corner of a subway. Lying upside down on the sofa just because you can. Playing with another’s hands. Smiles that find two faces at the same time. Thanking yourself for exercising when you really didn’t feel like it. The shimmering lights of a cityscape at night. Admitting that you made a mistake. Remembering that you’re one in eight billion. The sultry flicker of a gaze between two eyes. Silver cufflinks. Better by Khalid. Admiring someone as they ramble on about the things they love. Sexual tension that blinds everything around it. Black button-ups. Sudden moments of crippling nostalgia. Compulsively slapping a sack of rice at the supermarket. Dedicating a hoop to someone and missing by a mile. The irresistible scent of your best friend’s shampoo. The dream that left you feeling butterflies the entire day.

박종성︱Park Jongseong

Monotone outfits. Your phone falling onto your face when scrolling in bed. Red, hot lipstick stains littered on the smooth skin of a neck. Gold necklaces and gold earrings. The calming reassurance that you tried your best. Pulling off your socks after a long, exhausting day. Waking up to the rain of a thunderstorm. The moment you realise your enemy is actually kind of hot. Eye contact that brings with it an endless wave of goosebumps. Round-rimmed spectacles sitting low on a nose. The bubble of champagne in a glass. The click of shoes on shiny tiles. Gallery visits but the art on the walls isn’t what you're staring at. Fond shakes off the head. The muscle that moves so visibly beneath a fitted shirt. A protective hand finding itself hovering over a lower back. Bumping into a glass door and playing it off cool. When one person cooks dinner and the other washes the dishes. A breathy chuckle that grazes the cusp of an ear.

심재윤︱Jake Sim

Almost losing your balance when the sand under your feet glides back into the ocean. The warmth of skin under a cool duvet. Wet smooches from your dog. That one perfect strand of hair you wish you could keep that way forever. Sudden bursts of inspiration that make you feel like you can conquer the world. Kisses on the temple. Kisses on a smile. Hands squeezing hips. Barely contained laughter. The deep regret of walking away. Jumping up to touch the top of a doorframe. Wholeheartedly believing in the five second rule. “You’re perfect to me” whispered in the early hours of morning. Key smash conversations over text. A silver chain that dangles down onto your lips. The one eye that opens to the dawn of a new day. The brief fluttering in your chest when the carousel horse rises up once again. Cold fingers that caress the skin beneath your shirt.

박성훈︱Park Sunghoon

Sunglasses worn indoors because you forgot to take them off. Messy latte art that means so much more because it’s the effort that truly counts. Loosely intertwined fingers. Long walks during the freezing winter months. Lip bites and hooded eyes in moments of lust. Looking in the mirror and loving what you see. The divine feeling of velvet beneath your fingertips. Staring up at a skyscraper and almost stumbling backwards. Letting someone win because you love them so dearly. Soft lips planted on soft knuckles. Solemn wishes made on stray eyelashes. Throwing your head back in uncontrolled laughter. Red high heels. Refusing to get out of bed on Sunday morning. Gliding your fingers through silky soft hair. Going through with something you swore you’d never do. Cat-walking your entire closet at an ungodly hour of the night. Strong arms guiding you to sit down on a lap.

김선우︱Kim Sunoo

The taste of the colour yellow. When a piece of clothing fits just right. Finding a picture in your camera roll taken by mistake but keeping it because it looks cool. The indescribable happiness of a clear, blue sky. Light academia and dark academia. The one shoulder you know you can lean on. The hoot of an owl. Realising just how close your lips are to your lover's. The desperate longing to run away from reality for a while. Elbow nudges that silently ask if you’re okay. When the raindrop you were rooting for wins its race down the window. Two warm hands cupping your cheeks. Literally Netflix ‘n chilling all night long. Golden hour that highlights the magic in someone’s eyes. Feeling young and fresh even when you’re old and weathered. New year’s resolutions that inspire positive change…even if it's just for a month. Immediately dropping your bags and jumping on the hotel bed. The hug you didn’t realise you needed so badly.

양정원︱Yang Jungwon

That perfume you caught one whiff of and immediately wanted to own. Spontaneously realising the beauty of the world around you. The flying wisps of hair that tickle your forehead on a windy day. Chequered Off The Wall sneakers. Sleeveless jumpers. The innocent brush of lips on lips. The words of wisdom that found you in a time of need. The entire grentperez discography. Safe hands stroking your head. The same hands ruffling your hair. Making snow angels in the winter. The memory from your childhood that fills you with the most happiness. When you can’t decide if you’re feeling hot or cold. Legs that entangle together among the sheets. Wondering if there really are more atoms in the human eye than stars in the universe. Nicholas Sparks movies. Falling in love with a song after hearing it for the first time. Late-night drives with no particular destination in mind. Foreheads that touch as eyes slowly flutter closed.

西村力︱Nishimura Riki

That beautiful pain in your chest when thinking of the one you love. Lifting your feet from the pedals while riding your bike down a hill. Marmalade streaks that paint the sky at dusk. The moment you realise you’ve fallen in love. The warm smile of a random stranger. Knowing your inner child is gradually healing with time. Pulling your hood up when in a particularly rebellious mood. The moment a maths question finally clicks. Pinkie promises that last a lifetime. The sheer agony of dropping the last chip on the ground. When opposites attract. The tickle of a nose in the crook of a neck. Cuddling close during a scary movie. Trying not to crack a smile when the person scolding you stumbles over their words. Watching the tide wash over the initials you’d etched into the sand. The cheesy quote that actually inspired you one day. The familiarity of your own bed after parting with it for so long. Ignoring your friend when your eyes find the person across the room.

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[dnightshade0]

Voltron: hitchhiking and cars

Lance is hitchhiking his way down the road and hears a vehicle coming. He puts out his thumb intending to thumb a ride. But as he watches the vehicle approach (which was a hovercraft), it starts doing all kinds of swerving, skidding, spinning and other kinds of crazy stunts that would make you think he was losing control and was going to crash. At one point Lance thought the driver was really gonna flip over and crash!

But then the driver in the hovercraft comes to a screeching halt right next to him, takes off his googles and smiles at Lance.

“Need a ride? 🙂”

Lance stares frozen for a moment, eye twitching, then pulls his thumb back, turns and walks away.

“No thanks! I’ll catch the next ride!” 😰

The driver watches him walk off with a confused look then shrugs and drives off.

A while later Lance finally reaches his destination, which was the garrison.

He walks up to the instructor he was assigned to and salutes.

Lance: afternoon sir! I’m here.

Shiro: ah! Lance was it? Glad you made it. though you got here a little later then expected.

Lance: yeah, sorry. I walked here.

Shiro: you walked all the way here from the city?!

Lance: yep.

Shiro: you didn’t try catching a ride?

Lance: oh believe me, I DID! A guy even stopped for me.

shiro: then what happened?

Lance: I saw the way that crazy demon psycho driver was driving his hovercraft and decided I was safer walking! 😓

Shiro: there was someone driving recklessly on the way here to the garrison?

Lance: yep.

Shiro: in a hovercraft?

Lance: yep.

Shiro: what did he look like?

Lance: dark eyes, pale skin, stupid looking black mullet.

The gears in shiro’s head started to turn and he happened to glance at someone he knew walking towards them from the hangers.

Shiro: did he happen to be wearing a black shirt and jeans and a red jacket?

Lance: yeah! How’d you know?!

Shiro: call it a hunch. HAY KEITH!

Shiro greets the figure approaching them.

Keith: hay shiro!

Lance turns around, takes one look at Keith and shouts.

Lance: YOU! 😠

Keith: oh hay it’s you. So this was where you were going.

Lance: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU PSYCHO?!

Shiro: you two have met?

Keith: he’s the hitchhiker I told you about earlier.

Shiro: oh! So your the dumb idiot who turns down rides after thumbing for um!

Lance gapped offendedly. Then shiro turns to Keith.

Shiro: and your the crazy demon psycho driver lol XD

Keith cocks an eye brow then looks at lance.

Keith: what’s wrong with my driving?

Lance: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The way you drive, I’d be safer riding a blind horse!

shiro covered his mouth to hide a snicker.

Shiro: lol anyway, once you two get settled in your dorms, you’ll be reporting to your first exercise drill. students will be partnered with one another. one of you will be driving the dune buggy while the other shoots targets.

Lance: sounds great! Just as long as I don’t have to deal with THIS guy’s psychotic driving.

Shiro: lol then you’re not gonna like what I’m gonna say next. You two are actually going to be partnered together.

They both have to cover their ears for what comes out of Lance’s mouth next.

Lance: WHAT?! ARE YOU FRICKIN KIDDING ME?! YOU CAN’T SERIOUSLY BE TELLING ME THAT YOUR GOING TO PAIR ME UP WITH THIS ROAD DEMON!

Keith: I’m not that bad jeez! Will you calm down!

Lance: I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN GET YOUR LICENSE IN THE FIRST PLACE?! WAIT! DON’T TELL ME! You terrified your driving instructor so much that he promised to pass you if you just let him out of the car alive!

At this, shiro bursts out laughing. The image of a terrified instructor climbing out of the car quickly after Keith comes to a screeching halt was too funny an image. There’s no way he could keep a straight face.

And the ironic part was, he could totally see that happening.

Lance did beg and plead with the instructors to switch him with another partner but they didn’t budge on their decision and Lance was forced to resign himself to the fact that he was going to die young.

The next day, everyone reported to the dune buggy hanger.

Lance came prepared.

Keith looked over at the Cuban as he approached, dressed in padded gear. knee guards, arm guards, shin guards, shoulder pads, elbow pads, a cup (you never know), chest guard, a helmet. Lance went all out. He was not taking any chances with Keith.

Keith looked Lance up and down, then gave him an unamused look.

Keith: really? Are you serious?

Lance: AS A HEART ATTACK! Which is where I’m headed after getting into a vehicle with you!

Keith palmfaces and groans.

Keith: omg I’m not going to kill you! I swear to you that I have never once crashed ever.

Lance: YET! That can change very easily and I’m not taking the chance. I might as well say goodbye to my brown hair cause it’s gonna turn white after riding with you.

Keith scoffed and rolled his eyes as he climbs into their dune buggy. Lance follows reluctantly and they start their training exercise.

Fortunately, they make it through it without crashing, much to Lance’s relief.

Keith climbs out cringing as he clears his ear with a finger.

Keith: you know, maybe you were onto something with that being prepared nonsense. Cause next exercise, I’m bringing earplugs! DX<

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Plot twist for all you klance fans. Keith was doing all those crazy stunts to try and impress Lance. His not very subtle way to flirt. But it backfired and now Lance is terrified of getting into the same vehicle as him lol XD

Keith: I was just trying to show off! I thought maybe I could impress him and pick up a date for the cadet ball!

Shiro pats him on the back.

Shiro: Keith, I’m gonna have to teach you how to properly flirt with people. My first advice for you: no daredevil stunts. You’re trying to woo him, not scare him.

Keith: and your second advice? Is it still possible for me to win him over?

Shiro: ….. candy and flowers?… and a promise not to drive you both to the ball?

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This idea was inspired by this video ->link<-

I was watching this video as the-vampire-lance and got this funny idea in my head about hitchhiking and thumbing a ride with this guy lol XD

[dozing-composing]

Hello! Do you have any headcanons where Dr. Girlfriend or The Monarch would comfort you if your feeling depressed or down. tysm!

Oh, My Love. I'm Sorry If You've Been Feeling This Way. Remember There Are People Around You Who Love You. Maybe This Will Cheer You Up A Bit.

๋࣭ ⭑ ᴅʀ. ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

✦ She acknowledges how one's mind can torture itself. She can't stand that happening to you, so she shows that she's here for you with a hug and offers some help. ✦ She plans a spa day. It's nothing overwhelming, maybe a little face mask and some skin care. She may even draw a bath for you, but only if you want to. It's something relaxing and it could help calm the mind. ✦ She's going to make an attempt to keep you active. Just little activities like getting a breath of fresh air outside or doing light exercise. She wants to help you take care of yourself during these times. ✦ But if you don't or can't do anything, she understands. Being the only Councilwoman and a major figurehead adds a lot of pressure, and she finds herself wanting to crawl into a hole for a while. Just until certain stuff blows over. So she shows that she's here to listen to whatever is troubling you, because she can handle it. ✦ For being strong for going through all this, she'll gift you your favorite snacks with notes on them saying how proud she is of you.

๋࣭ ⭑ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜ

✦ He's not going to understand it much. How could he possibly let you feel like this?! He feels awful about you feeling awful. ✦ First things first, rapid fire smooches! He's going to tell you that he's here for you, always. And he'll wrap you up in his cape wings, peppering your face with kisses after saying each reason he loves you for. ✦ There are plenty of days where he's felt like a total failure. The way he copes with this is he gets right back on his high horse and tries to arch again. This gives him the idea that maybe you need some encouragement, and to do what you love doing. Painting, reading, crocheting, whatever it may be. He'll help remind you that you're so damn good at doing what you do. ✦ He can be kinda pushy, wanting you to do everything with him to try and get your spirits up again. He'll eventually get the message that you just need someone to just offer you some love. And that, he does, backing off and asking what you need. ✦ He's going to keep you close by for the time being. He wants you to realize that he's not leaving your side. You need him, he'll be there. ♥︎

They Love You Regardless Of What You're Feeling. They're Here To Comfort You Whenever You Need It.

[sifu-kisu]

Secret Book: Tai Chi Ball Dragon Walk Thirteen Styles

The 13 dragon-shaped Tai Chi ball movements were introduced by Wudang Taoist priests, and are a combination of the essence of Tai Chi theory and basic stances. Tai Chi is a combination of the inner family's Hunyuan Qigong, with the movement of Qi as the inner five forms and the movement of form as the outer five forms, forming the opening and closing of the Yin and Yang Qi. It is also a method of seeking tranquility in motion, and one must calm the mind and enter tranquility everywhere. Therefore, a round ball is used for rotation, and one must concentrate on the surface of the ball. When practicing Tai Chi ball, the mind follows the Qi, the Qi follows the strength, the essence follows the Qi, and the Qi follows the spirit. Then, dynamic Qi is sought from the stillness, achieving the combination of movement and stillness, the combination of Yin and Yang, the combination of water and fire, the effect of smoothing the Qi and strengthening the heart, relaxing the Qi and blood, and benefiting the kidneys and replenishing the blood. It is indeed a health care method for prolonging life.

Gradually experience it in practice. Holding the ball for exercise is like the ball attracting the body to the ball. There are sliding force, centrifugal force and other forces. The person moves with the ball, stretching and generous, often feeling refreshed, and having the beauty of sweating and moistening the body. The thirteen forms of Tai Chi ball dragon form are short and powerful, easy to learn and practice. Fast or slow, high or low, upper, middle or lower, all three are OK. Single form is the pile method, and continuous form is the walking method. Do not lose or top, do not reach or leave. It is derived from the twelve zodiac signs of animals in the distant past, and is applied to the seven meridians, eight channels, five elements, and four tips in the near future. It is not only the round movement of Tai Chi, but also has the eight methods of Baguazhang and the five forms of Xingyiquan.

The old, middle-aged, young, and infants can all exercise with Tai Chi balls. It can be adapted to the individual and the location, and can even be exercised on a round tabletop. When exercising, you can initially use a mud ball, a leather ball, a wooden ball, a hydrangea (pompom), or a basketball or a football. It is best to use a ball made of agarwood, because agarwood can draw qi into the Dantian. When people exercise, agarwood can enter the lungs through the nose, which is very beneficial. The size of the ball is best based on the width of the person's chest. The diameter of the ball is generally about 30 cm.

Practice

The first posture: holding the moon in your arms

This is the Wuji Yangxin Posture. The body squats down to the horse-grip posture, the ball rotates left and right in the arms a few times, and then walks (Figure 1-2).

Second Style: Push the Window to Look at the Moon

This is a method to strengthen the kidney and waist. Hold the ball with the right hand, and change to the left hand in the Chinese style. (Figure 3-5).

The third move: White Crane Spreads Wings

It is a method of relaxing muscles and replenishing qi. From the second posture, the left hand holds the ball, and the right hand holds the ball. The middle posture is the left hand holding the ball (Figure 6-9).

The fourth style: the moon is supported by all the stars

It is the method of the mutual generation of the five elements. The next three steps are as follows (Figures 10-13).

The fifth posture, Left and Right Offering Moon, is to control the waist and let the strength reach the spine. The following three postures of Offering Moon are followed (Figures 14-17).

The sixth posture, Sunrise Kuncang, is based on the twelve central nervous systems, followed by the three postures of lifting the ball (Figures 18-21).

The seventh style, the prodigal son kicking the ball, is mainly based on moving the hips, the toes and the heels. The following four kicking postures are connected (Figures 22-26).

The eighth posture, Reaching the Moon from the Bottom of the Sea (right), is mainly based on the strength of the shoulders, elbows, and wrists. After the middle posture, continue with the Reaching the Moon posture (left) (Figures 27-29).

The ninth posture, Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl, is mainly to train the head, hands, and feet. From the middle posture to the falling posture (Figures 30-32).

The tenth posture, Chasing the Monkey Upside Down, is mainly to promote diuresis in the small intestine. The first posture is the middle rotation posture, the second posture is the fall posture (Figures 33-35).

The eleventh posture, Five Dragons Twisting the Sea, is based on the dragon form, focusing on the unity of the five internal and external forms. The following four postures are followed (Figures 36-40).

The twelfth posture, the Deer-crouching Horse Stance, is mainly to mobilize the waist, legs and joints of the whole body. The following three postures are followed (Figures 41-44).

The thirteenth posture, Dead Tree Roots, focuses on moving the lower body and waist. It is similar to serpentine movement. The three postures of lower body connection (Figures 45-48).

If you restore the posture, you can return to hug the moon in your arms. You can also restore the posture freely.

Action march diagram

The first posture "Holding the Moon in the Arms" moves forward as a straight line. The second posture "Opening the Window to Look at the Moon" moves forward as a left-right dividing line.

The third move "White Crane Spreads Wings" also has left and right lines.

The fourth posture, "Stars Holding the Moon", is to turn from the four directions, and then from the cross holding the moon to the midpoint (see Figure ④).

The fifth style "Left and Right Offering the Moon" is divided into left and right lines.

The sixth form "Sunrise over Kunlun" is to lift the ball from the center to all directions, which is the center dividing line (see Figure ⑥).

The seventh form of "Prodigal Son Kick" consists of five postures in horizontal and vertical lines, and the ball is kicked in five directions.

The eighth style, “Fishing for the Moon in the Bottom of the Sea”, is a long horizontal line.

The ninth move, "Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl", involves sucking the ball from left and right to the center opposite side (see Figure 9).

The tenth move, “Chasing the Monkey Backwards”, involves turning from the back and moving horizontally in a long line.

The eleventh posture, “Five Dragons Twisting the Sea”, is to twist the sea using the Bagua rotation method from a circular circle (see Figure 1).

The twelfth posture of "Deer Crouching Horse Stance" is performed with the Seven Star Stance (see Figure 2).

The thirteenth move, “Dead Tree with Roots”, is performed in the shape of a dragon (actually a snake-walking move) (see Figure 13).

[willowalmondstar]

After the sixth time you raced, your horse threw you into the dirt.

It was overdue, really, and you felt guilty, but that emotion was second to the throbbing in your head and the rock stabbing your back where you landed. Though it was a sunny, cloudless day, a gray, shadowed shape swam into view, and you wondered vaguely if you had a concussion.

“Thank you, Soul Steed. That will do,” the hooded figure murmured. Not a concussion. Worse. Your horse huffed, and hooved feet stomped away. “We’re not done,” you called weakly, and, of course, no answer came.

It was too bright, even at the edge of the Hollow Woods, and the fallen leaves slipped in the mud as you tried to sit up. Face in hands, you waited for the lecture, but Avalon was oddly quiet this time.

“I checked with Ydris before finding you here. Thank you for that.”

Sarcasm. He must really be irritated. “I got sick of him,” you muttered, lifting your head. 

“Well, the feeling is mutual.” His voice was flat. You always knew when Avalon was watching you, even though you had never seen his eyes. “Really, Soul Rider, how many times must we tell you not to ride angry?”

“Enough times that it’s really pissing me off,” you snapped. 

One of the nearby runes crackled with Pandoric lightning, and Avalon silenced it with a wave of his hand in a rune pattern. “Fripp doesn’t know what to make of you right now.” “So he sent you to track me down instead?” “No. That’s not how it works, and you know it.” You did. This was not a hierarchical organization, like Dark Core. This was Avalon finding you because he cared. “Pushing your horse like this is unacceptable, naturally, if it were unwelcome. I happen to know your particular steed does not mind a bit of hard exercise, and will stop you if necessary.” You both acknowledged your position in the dirt. “However, it’s unbecoming.”

Unbecoming. An interesting way to put it, but, then again, the Druids were always interesting, with interesting perspectives and interesting magic. It’s why you stayed. It was all so fucking interesting. Nothing more intellectually stimulating than an island of magic that was, by all intents and purposes, truly unknown to everyone but a few dozen people. You included.

“We can’t have a Soul Rider going off the deep end,” he said, and you could not tell if he was more sympathetic or amused. “Alex has similar . . . emotions, you know. Have you two spoken?”

“Oh, yeah. Us girls do nothing but gossip.”

Avalon’s robe rustled in the wind, and this familiar sound calmed you a bit. He did not know what to do with your newfound anger. Neither did you. Neither did the other Soul Riders. It would be so much easier if you were a Dark Rider, throwing Drakonium bombs and spitting insults and welcoming the acid rain of Garnok bringing about the End. 

It was exhausting being so goddamn nice and helpful all the time.

The pain in your tailbone reduced to a simpler ache. Avalon held out his hand to help you up, and you took it. “Guess we’re walking back,” you said. After a few minutes, you added, “I’ve never seen you ride.”

“That is not required for my position as Keeper,” he replied. 

The answer dug into your brain, settling into irritation. “Another fascinatingly vague answer. Do you guys even know what you’re doing, or am I getting blisters carving runes all day for nothing?” 

“I am just one piece of Aideen’s puzzle. I do not have all the answers, but she has laid a path for us.”

You were lucky Avalon was patient. A certain blue squirrel would have bitten you by now.

The truth was, you were exhausted. It seemed that every day you lost both the battles and the war. “Avalon,” you said, and he turned to you. “I can’t let go of this anger. I’ve got nowhere to put it and nothing to fill where it is. I can’t keep drawing magic from wherever I’ve been getting it all this time.” The magic of friendship, you suppose. Buttercups and hand-holding and rainbows. You missed it. 

Like you had seen him do many times before, like when he finally understood a spell or approved of a plan, he nodded. “We can work with that, Soul Rider. You are not the first-“

“-and I am not the last,” you finished, knowing the phrase from the frequency it left his mouth. It may have been a comfort to him, but it scared you shitless. An eternal war with a goddess you’d never seen and a kraken that haunted you in and out of dreams. 

Avalon shook his hand out of its sleeve and held it out to you. You took it. “Let us go, Soul Rider. Our work awaits.” And with his confident help, it felt possible, and your anger melted. Just a little. 

[coastxlwaters]

What happened to ur thumb?!

So, this happened yesterday

0. I had a low level of light headedness and a stomach ache but I needed to get out to the barn to exercise autumn

1. Autumn wasn’t ridden for 2 days and was energetic

2. My crop and saddle felt off, I later learn they were used and modified slightly without my permission (I’m not mad at whoever did, just confused on why they did it as well have that stuff at the barn)

3. My crop and set being off, shifted my normal no anxiety routine to a “oh god, do I need to check Autumn’s back and legs for injuries?” Routine.

4. My legs were awkward trying to reposition correctly, and since autumn is used to me being a quiet and relaxed rider and caretaker that probably ticked her off, her ears were pinned back but flopping, no fucking idea what that means but I have seem some horses do it when anxious or stressed, but idk

5. The crop kept hitting the wrong place on the shoulder, I hound be able to tap once and she goes, and since I’m a rated-shows rider I can’t look down as it’s frowned upon, and have to keep my head up until the lesson or atleast course is over. So I wasn’t able to see what the difference was other than the slightly off feeling.

6. Ticked her off more that I continued to try to use the crop. MY fault, I have no fucking idea what I was doing there other than me failing to follow proper barn rules.

7. We start the course and I she goes speed demon and I could tell she was abt to do SMTH, whether it was a buck or rear I honestly don’t know nor want to find out. I just cut off and out of the course halfway through

8. I got called a coward, (JOKINGLY) so I laugh and say “fuck you than, let’s see what shit I can do now that her energy is out” and get back on.

9. Same thing as 7 but this time I don’t cut off the course and the literal next jump she bucks

10. I land HARD on her neck, I really need to check it out but my friend said she looks fine for now.

11. My hand obviously hits her neck first, my thumb taking the most damage

12. I stayed on, THANKFULLY, cause if I fell off I have no fucking idea what would have happened

13. The rest is kinda like, foggy ig, I remeber making my usual “it can’t be to bad, I lived!” And then my thumb started hurting. At first thought it was SMTH I could ride off. I was wrong and for the next 15 mins I was a mess from it, both being my birthday and smth bad happening on my birthday for th 3rd time in a row. I get home, see my finger and go “damn I’m overdramatic as hell, it’s only a minor jam”

14. Just ice it and kept it elevated the entire night

(Today)

14. No sleep last night

15. It looks weird so I prob need to get it checked for possible infection

16. I get to the doctors and expect to be laughed at for coming in with a minor jam

17. I get X-rayed cause they wanted to see if it’s fractured, told I did amazing for being actively hurt and staying still and calm during it

18. I get to the actual office, Hear I shattered the tip of my thumb and it will forever be slightly bent, get banned from horse riding for a month, (sucks for them as I won’t listen to that)

19. I pull the cancer joke on @stormbreaker-290 again while walking to the room I’m supposed to go to, since I’m MEAN-

20. I get measured for a 1 finger cast as the injury is not severe in the sense I would need a full handed cast, but apparently shattering your tip of your thumb is relatively severe, since it doesn’t happen often and will leave me with my thumb being bent slightly forever unless I decide to do an overpriced surgery. Spoiler alert, I’m broke. Doenst hurt like what I expected tho, it’s only in that category I think for a longer healing process (I wasn’t listening but it was MENTIONED) and a permanent difference in my thumb even if it’s barely noticeable.

So, yeah it’s not severe in the sense of pain, it might take a bit to heal, I’m gonna take care of autumn still obvi and completely ignore the no-riding rule. I MEAN, ILL ONLY DO WORKOUTS AND NOTHING TO BIG OR SHOW PRACTICES OK?!

It’s also on my left hand, and I’m a boring right handed person so I’m fine lol. Gonna use it to hopefully get out of school obvi, but like yeah

Preppy cast✨

[fairy-writes]

TAKE A BREATH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Angst to fluff?? Idk that’s the closest thing I can think of

Notes: TW for descriptions of a panic attack. I thought I’d add a warning, just in case. 

Just something short to celebrate me finishing my finals :)

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The world was spinning. Your lungs felt like a million pounds as you hunched over your bed on your knees and tried not to cry. You took heaving gasps, your chest aching, pounding as you tried to calm down.

It wasn’t working. Your heart thundered in your chest like a thousand stampeding horses. Your body struggled to pass oxygen through your veins. Your clothes felt much too heavy, scratching and itching, and you tore at your collar, trying to feel like you weren’t going to die.

A hand on your shoulder. It made you feel disgusting, like slime creeping down your back. 

Soft words in your ear made a revolting shiver wrack your entire body.

You pulled away, realizing abruptly that hot and sticky tears streamed down your face. Then, turning to the side, you realized the hand on your back was Viktor’s. He looked at you with such concern it made your stomach turn. Was that pity you saw in his eyes as well? 

No…

Maybe?

He said something—voice muffled—when your eyes met his, but all you did was shake your head, hands digging into the sides of your skull and nails almost gouging out chunks of flesh by your ears. His gentle touch almost made another wave of tears fall from your eyes as he softly took hold of your wrists, gently prying them away from your face before you made yourself bleed. 

Now his voice was a little clearer now that he cradled your fists in his hands. But you were still kneeling on the floor. It couldn’t have been good for his knees. Or yours, for that matter. But he didn’t seem to care. 

“I need you to take a deep breath for me, love.” He said gently, and you shook your head, still gasping for air as you struggled to take a steady inhale.

“I—I ca—can—can’t Vik—Vik—Viktor.” You sobbed, each break in words punctuated by a shaky and stuttery inhale. He gave you that smile that typically made your heart flutter. But now, all it did was send a fresh wave of sobs coursing through you.

“You can, my love. I know you can. Just take a breath in with me, alright? Just like that, that’s it! Now exhale, slowly, not too fast.” He said as he inhaled deeply. You tried hopelessly to mimic him. 

It felt like hours of trying to follow Viktor’s instructions. But he never got impatient, never ceased, just talked to you quietly, and made sure you didn’t pass out. He never left your side, never wavered, just cradled your hands in his and kept eye contact even when your eyes flitted about frantically. 

Viktor never crowded your space. He knew how much you hated that and that it did more harm than good. It was a trial just for you to let him hold your hands, but you let him because you loved him. 

His breathing was strong and deep, yours being shaky and quick. 

But it was progress. 

The more you did the exercise with him, the more you felt your heart begin to ease. 

It wasn’t long until you felt calm enough to crawl closer and wrap your arms around his middle. He welcomed the affection readily, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You tried to protest, wanted to say it would hurt his leg, but he simply readjusted so his bad leg wasn’t in the way and pulled you close. 

“Welcome back, my love.” He whispered in your ear and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

[stargazer-sims]

The boys are in Chestnut Ridge!

Victor and Yuri brought Storm to Chestnut Ridge. Storm did not appreciate the process of travelling as much as the guys did. When they got there, he was too worked up to even notice this pretty mare.

Storm: That's close enough! Any closer, and I will stomp on you!

Storm: *screams in suburban horse*

Yuri: Do you think he'll be okay?

Victor: I'm sure he'll be fine. He just needs time to calm down.

Storm: I'm warning you...

Victor: Look at me, brave boy. It's okay. You're gonna love it here. Think of all the exercise you're gonna get, and look at all this fresh grass.

Storm: No! I'm still mad, and... Ooh wait, is that a carrot in your pocket? Can I have it?

meanwhile

Yuri: Look how pretty you are! You could probably use a bath to do something about that smell, though. Do you belong to anyone? Are you a boy or a girl? Do you have a name?

Yuri: If you don't already belong to someone, maybe you can belong to me.

It seems Storm is still mad at Victor.

Storm: So long, buddy.

Victor: Ow... my ego.

Victor: Rude!

Storm: Rude!

Victor: Look, I'm sorry about the travelling, but we had to get you here somehow. We couldn't just leave you behind. You'll have a good time here, I promise, but we have to work together. Can you do that?

Storm: Okay. I guess. I mean, I like being with you, and there are probably lots of places to explore around here.

Victor: Can we try that again?

After Victor asked nicely for Storm's cooperation, things went a lot more smoothly.

Victor: See, isn't this better?

Storm: Actually, yes. It is.

Yuri: Right, then. I've seen people doing this on television. I'm sure it can't be very difficult.

Well done, Yuri! Got it on the first try!

Yuri: And to think you doubted me. How rude!

Yuri: All right, let's just take it slowly. We'll have a nice, leisurely little ride and get to know each other. How about that?

Storm doesn't know the meaning of 'leisurely'. Just like Victor, he needed to burn off some energy after being made to stay still for too long.

Storm: Yee-haw! Isn't that what they say out here? You better hang on!

Victor: I don't remember asking you to run!

Eventually, Storm settled into a brisk walk, and he and Victor enjoyed some truly beautiful scenery.

After a short ride around the property, Yuri had some trouble getting down from his horse.

Yuri: A little help, please!

All's well that ends well, and Yuri has made a lovely new friend.

She still needs a name.